STAR WARS





                                   Episode IV





                                   A NEW HOPE





                                    From the


                             JOURNAL OF THE WHILLS





                                       By


                                  George Lucas





                              Revised Fourth Draft


                                January 15, 1976





                                 LUCASFILM LTD.








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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away...








        A vast sea of stars serves as the backdrop for the main


        title. War drums echo through the heavens as a rollup 


        slowly crawls into infinity.








   It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a


hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic


Empire.


   During the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal secret plans to the


Empire's ultimate weapon, the Death Star, an armored space station


with enough power to destroy an entire planet.


   Pursued by the Empire's sinister agents, Princess Leia races home


aboard her starship, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her


people and restore freedom to the galaxy...








        The awesome yellow planet of Tatooine emerges from a total


        eclipse, her two moons glowing against the darkness. A tiny


        silver spacecraft, a Rebel Blockade Runner firing lasers from


        the back of the ship, races through space. It is pursed by a


        giant Imperial Stardestroyer. Hundreds of deadly laserbolts


        streak from the Imperial Stardestroyer, causing the main solar


        fin of the Rebel craft to disintegrate.





INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- MAIN PASSAGEWAY.





        An explosion rocks the ship as two robots, Artoo-Detoo (R2-D2)


        and See-Threepio (C-3PO) struggle to make their way through the


        shaking, bouncing passageway. Both robots are old and battered. 


        Artoo is a short, claw-armed tripod. His face is a mass of


        computer lights surrounding a radar eye. Threepio, on the


        other hand, is a tall, slender robot of human proportions. He


        has a gleaming bronze-like metallic surface of an Art Deco


        design. 


           Another blast shakes them as they struggle along their


        way.





THREEPIO: Did you hear that? They've shut down the main reactor. We'll


be destroyed for sure. This is madness!





           Rebel troopers rush past the robots and take up positions


        in the main passageway. They aim their weapons toward the door.





THREEPIO: We're doomed!





           The little R2 unit makes a series of electronic sounds that


        only another robot could understand.





THREEPIO: There'll be no escape for the Princess this time.





           Artoo continues making beeping sounds. Tension mounts as


        loud metallic latches clank and the scream of heavy equipment


        are heard moving around the outside hull of the ship.





THREEPIO: What's that?





EXTERIOR: SPACECRAFT IN SPACE.





        The Imperial craft has easily overtaken the Rebel Blockade


        Runner. The smaller Rebel ship is being drawn into the


        underside dock of the giant Imperial starship.





INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER.





        The nervous Rebel troopers aim their weapons. Suddenly a


        tremendous blast opens up a hole in the main passageway and a


        score of fearsome armored spacesuited stormtroopers make their


        way into the smoke-filled corridor.


           In a few minutes the entire passageway is ablaze with


        laserfire. The deadly bolts ricochet in wild random patterns


        creating huge explosions. Stormtroopers scatter and duck


        behind storage lockers. Laserbolts hit several Rebel soldiers


        who scream and stagger through the smoke, holding shattered


        arms and faces.


           An explosion hits near the robots.





THREEPIO: I should have known better than to trust the logic of a


half-sized thermocapsulary dehousing assister...





           Artoo counters with an angry rebuttal as the battle rages


        around the two hapless robots.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT WASTELAND -- DAY.





        A death-white wasteland stretches from horizon to horizon. The


        tremendous heat of two huge twin suns settle on a lone figure,


        Luke Skywalker, a farm boy with heroic aspirations who looks


        much younger than his eighteen years. His shaggy hair and


        baggy tunic give him the air of a simple but lovable lad with


        a prize-winning smile.


           A light wind whips at him as he adjusts several valves on a


        large battered moisture vaporator which sticks out of the


        desert floor much like an oil pipe with valves. He is aided by


        a beatup tread-robot with six claw arms. The little robot


        appears to be barely functioning and moves with jerky motions.


        A bright sparkle in the morning sky catches Luke's eye and he


        instinctively grabs a pair of electrobinoculars from his utility


        belt. He stands transfixed for a few moments studying the


        heavens, then dashed toward his dented, crudely repaired


        Landspeeder (an auto-like transport that travels a few feet


        above the ground on a magnetic-field). He motions for the tiny


        robot to follow him.





LUKE: Hurry up! Come with me! What are you waiting for?! Get in gear!





           The robot scoots around in a tight circle, stops short, and


        smoke begins to pour out of every joint. Luke throws his arms


        up in disgust. Exasperated, the young farm boy jumps into his


        Landspeeder leaving the smoldering robot to hum madly.





INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- MAIN HALLWAY.





        The awesome, seven-foot-tall Dark Lord of the Sith makes his


        way into the blinding light of the main passageway. This is


        Darth Vader, right hand of the Emperor. His face is obscured


        by his flowing black robes and grotesque breath mask, which


        stands out next to the fascist white armored suits of the


        Imperial stormtroopers. Everyone instinctively backs away from


        the imposing warrior and a deathly quiet sweeps through the


        Rebel troops. Several of the Rebel troops break and run in a


        frenzied panic.





INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER.





        A woman's hand puts a card into an opening in Artoo's dome.


        Artoo makes beeping sounds.





INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER.





        Threepio stands in a hallway, somewhat bewildered. Artoo is


        nowhere in sight. The pitiful screams of the doomed Rebel


        soldiers can be heard in the distance.





THREEPIO: Artoo! Artoo-Detoo, where are you?





           A familiar clanking sound attacks Threepio's attention and


        he spots little Artoo at the end of the hallway in a


        smoke-filled alcove. A beautiful young girl (about sixteen


        years old) stands in front of Artoo. Surreal and out of place,


        dreamlike and half hidden in the smoke, she finishes adjusting


        something on Artoo's computer face, then watches as the little


        robot joins his companion.





THREEPIO: At last! Where have you been?





        Stormtroopers can be heard battling in the distance.





THREEPIO: They're heading in this direction. What are we going to do?


We'll be sent to the spice mine of Kessel or smashed into who knows


what!





           Artoo scoots past his bronze friend and races down the


        subhallway. Threepio chases after him.





THREEPIO: Wait a minute, where are you going?





           Artoo responds with electronic beeps.





INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- CORRIDOR





        The evil Darth Vader stands amid the broken and twisted bodies


        of his foes. He grabs a wounded Rebel Officer by the neck as


        an Imperial Officer rushes up to the Dark Lord.





IMPERIAL OFFICER: The Death Star plans are not in the main computer.





           Vader squeezes the neck of the Rebel Officer, who struggles


        in vain.





VADER: Where are those transmissions you intercepted?





           Vader lifts the Rebel off his feet by his throat.





VADER: What have you done with those plans?





REBEL OFFICER: We intercepted no transmissions. Aaah....This is a


consular ship. Were on a diplomatic mission.





VADER: If this is a consular ship...were is the Ambassador?





           The Rebel refuses to speak but eventually cries out as the


        Dark Lord begins to squeeze the officer's throat, creating a


        gruesome snapping and choking, until the soldier goes limp.


        Vader tosses the dead soldier against the wall and turns to


        his troops.





VADER: Commander, tear this ship apart until you've found those plans


and bring me the Ambassador. I want her alive!





           The stormtroopers scurry into the subhallways.





INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- SUBHALLWAY.





        The lovely young girl huddles in a small alcove as the


        stormtroopers search through the ship. She is Princess Leia


        Organa, a member of the Alderaan Senate. The fear in her eyes


        slowly gives way to anger as the muted crushing sounds of the


        approaching stormtroopers grow louder. One of the troopers


        spots her.





TROOPER: There she is! Set for stun!





           Leia steps from her hiding place and blasts a trooper with


        her laser pistol. She starts to run but is felled by a


        paralyzing ray. The troopers inspect her inert body.





TROOPER: She'll be all right. Inform Lord Vader we have a prisoner.





INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- SUBHALLWAY.





        Artoo stops before the small hatch of an emergency lifepod. He


        snaps the seal on the main latch and a red warning light


        begins to flash. The stubby astro-robot works his way into the


        cramped four-man pod.





THREEPIO: Hey, you're not permitted in there. It's restricted. You'll


be deactivated for sure..





           Artoo beeps something to him.





THREEPIO: Don't call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of


grease! Now come out before somebody sees you.





           Artoo whistles something at his reluctant friend regarding


        the mission he is about to perform.





THREEPIO: Secret mission? What plans? What are you talking about? I'm


not getting in there!





           Artoo isn't happy with Threepio's stubbornness, and he beeps


        and twangs angrily.





        A new explosion, this time very close, sends dust and debris


        through the narrow subhallway. Flames lick at Threepio and,


        after a flurry of electronic swearing from Artoo, the lanky


        robot jumps into the lifepod.





THREEPIO: I'm going to regret this.





INTERIOR: IMPERIAL STARDESTROYER.





        On the main viewscreen, the lifepod carrying the two terrified


        robots speeds away from the stricken Rebel spacecraft.





CHIEF PILOT: There goes another one.





CAPTAIN: Hold your fire. There are no life forms. It must have been


short-circuited.





INTERIOR: LIFEPOD.





        Artoo and Threepio look out at the receding Imperial starship.


        Stars circle as the pod rotates through the galaxy.





THREEPIO: That's funny, the damage doesn't look as bad from out here.





        Artoo beeps an assuring response.





THREEPIO: Are you sure this things safe?





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ANCHORHEAD SETTLEMENT -- POWER STATION -- DAY.





        Heat waves radiate from the dozen or so bleached white


        buildings. Luke pilots his Landspeeder through the dusty empty


        street of the tiny settlement. An old woman runs to get out of


        the way of the speeding vehicle, shaking her fist at Luke as


        he flies past.





WOMAN: I've told you kids to slow down!





INTERIOR: POWER STATION -- DAY.





        Luke bursts into the power station, waking The Fixer, a rugged


        mechanic and Camie, a sexy, disheveled girl who has been


        asleep in his lap. They grumbled as he races through the


        office, yelling wildly.





FIXER: Did I hear a young noise blast through here?





CAMIE: It was just wormie on another rampage.





           Luke bounces into a small room behind the office where Deak


        and Windy, two tough boys about the same age as Luke, are


        playing a computer pool-like game with Biggs, a burly,


        handsome boy a few years older than the rest. His flashy city


        attire is a sharp contrast to the loose-fitting tunics of the


        farm boys. A robot repairs some equipment in the background.





LUKE: Shape it up you guys!.... Biggs?





           Luke's surprise at the appearance of Biggs gives way to


        great joy and emotion. They give each other a great bear hug.





LUKE: I didn't know you were back! When did you get in?





BIGGS: Just now. I wanted to surprise you, hot shot. I thought you'd be


here...certainly didn't expect you to be out working. (he laughs.)





LUKE: The Academy didn't change you much...but you're back so soon?


Hey, what happened, didn't you get your commission?





           Biggs has an air of cool that seems slightly phony.





BIGGS: Of course I got it. Signed aboard The Rand Ecliptic last week.


First mate Biggs Darklighter at your service...(he salutes)...I just


came to say good-bye to all you unfortunate landlocked simpletons.





           Everyone laughs. The dazzling spectacle of his dashing


        friend is almost too much for Luke, but suddenly he snaps out


        of it.





LUKE: I almost forgot. There's a battle going on! Right here in our


system. Come and look!





DEAK: Not again! Forget it.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ANCHORHEAD -- SETTLEMENT -- POWER STATION -- DAY.





        The group stumbles out into the stifling desert sun. Camie and


        The Fixer complain and are forced to shade their eyes. Luke


        has his binoculars out scanning the heavens.





LUKE: There they are!





           Biggs takes the binoculars from Luke as the others strain


        to see something with the naked eye. Through the binoculars


        Biggs sees two small silver specks.





BIGGS: That's no battle, hot shot...they're just sitting there!


Probably a freighter-tanker refueling.





LUKE: But there was a lot of firing earlier...





           Camie grabs the binoculars away banging them against the


        building in the process. Luke grabs them.





LUKE: Hey, easy with those...





CAMIE: Don't worry about it, Wormie.





           The Fixer gives Luke a hard look and the young farm boy


        shrugs his shoulders in resignation.





FIXER: I keep telling you, the Rebellion is a long way from here. I


doubt if the Empire would even fight to keep this system. Believe me


Luke, this planet is a big hunk of nothing...





           Luke agrees, although it's obvious he isn't sure why. The


        group stumbles back into the power station, grumbling about


        Luke's ineptitude.





INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- HALLWAY





        Princess Leia is led down a low-ceilinged hallway by a squad


        of armored stormtroopers. Her hands are bound and she is


        brutally shoved when she is unable to keep up with the briskly


        marching troops. They stop in a smoky hallway as Darth Vader


        emerges from the shadows. The sinister Dark Lord stares hard


        at the frail young senator, but she doesn't move.





LEIA: Lord Vader, I should have known. Only you could be so bold. The


Imperial Senate will not sit for this, when they hear you've attacked


a diplomatic...





VADER: Don't play games with me, Your Highness. You weren't on any


mercy mission this time. You passed directly through a restricted


system. Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by Rebel spies.


I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you.





LEIA: I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a member of the


Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan...





VADER: You're a part of the Rebel Alliance...and a traitor. Take her


away!





           Leia is marched away down the hallway and into the


        smoldering hole blasted in the side of the ship. An Imperial


        Commander turns to Vader.





COMMANDER: Holding her is dangerous. If word of this gets out, it


could generate sympathy for the Rebellion in the senate.





VADER: I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link


to find their secret base!





COMMANDER: She'll die before she tells you anything.





VADER: Leave that to me. Send a distress signal and then inform the


senate that all aboard were killed!





           Another Imperial Officer approaches Vader and the


        Commander. They stop and snap to attention.





SECOND OFFICER: Lord Vader, the battle station plans are not aboard


this ship! And no transmissions were made. An escape pod was


jettisoned during the fighting, but no life forms were aboard.





           Vader turns to the Commander.





VADER: She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a


detachment down to retrieve them. See to it personally, Commander.


There'll be no one to stop us this time.





COMMANDER: Yes, sir.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The Imperial Stardestroyer comes over the surface of the


        planet Tatooine.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT.





        Jundland, or "No Man's Land", where the rugged desert mesas


        meet the foreboding dune sea. The two helpless astro-droids


        kick up clouds of sand as they leave the lifepod and clumsily


        work their way across the desert wasteland. The lifepod in the


        distance rests half buried in the sand.





THREEPIO: How did I get into this mess? I really don't know how. We


seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life.





           Artoo answers with beeping sounds.





THREEPIO: I've got to rest before I fall apart. My joints are almost


frozen. 





           Artoo continues to respond with beeping sounds.





THREEPIO: What a desolate place this is.





           Suddenly Artoo whistles, makes a sharp right turn and


        starts off in the direction of the rocky desert mesas. Threepio


        stops and yells at him.





THREEPIO: Where are you going?





           A stream of electronic noises pours forth from the small


        robot.





THREEPIO: Well, I'm not going that way. It's much too rocky. This way


is much easier.





           Artoo counters with a long whistle.





THREEPIO: What makes you think there are settlements over there?





           Artoo continues to make beeping sounds.





THREEPIO: Don't get technical with me.





           Artoo continues to make beeping sounds.





THREEPIO: What mission? What are you talking about? I've had just


about enough of you! Go that way! You'll be malfunctioning within a


day, you nearsighted scrap pile!





           Threepio gives the little robot a kick and starts off in


        the direction of the vast dune sea.





THREEPIO: And don't let me catch you following me begging for help,


because you won't get it.





           Artoo's reply is a rather rude sound. He turns and trudges


        off in the direction of the towering mesas.





THREEPIO: No more adventures. I'm not going that way.





           Artoo beeps to himself as he makes his way toward the


        distant mountains.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DUNE SEA.





        Threepio, hot and tired, struggles up over the ridge of a dune;


        only to find more dunes, which seem to go on for endless


        miles.  He looks back in the direction of the now distant rock


        mesas. 





THREEPIO: That malfunctioning little twerp. This is all his fault! He


tricked me into going this way, but he'll do no better.





           In a huff of anger and frustration, Threepio knocks the


        sand from his joints. His plight seems hopeless, when a glint


        of reflected light in the distance reveals an object moving


        towards him.





THREEPIO: Wait, what's that? A transport! I'm saved!





           The bronze android waves frantically and yells at the


        approaching transport.





THREEPIO: Over here! Help! Please, help!





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ANCHORHEAD SETTLEMENT -- POWER STATION -- DAY.





        Luke and Biggs are walking and drinking a malt brew. Fixer and


        the others can be heard working inside.





LUKE: (Very animated)...so I cut off my power, shut down the


afterburners and came in low on Deak's trail. I was so close I thought


I was going to fry my instruments. As it was I busted up the Skyhopper


pretty bad. Uncle Owen was pretty upset. He grounded me for the rest


of the season. You should have been there...it was fantastic.





BIGGS: You ought to take it easy Luke. You may be the hottest


bushpilot this side of Mos Eisley, but those little Skyhoppers are


dangerous. Keep it up, and one day, whammo, you're going to be nothing


more than a dark spot on the down side of a canyon wall.





LUKE: Look who's talking. Now that you've been around those giant


starships you're beginning to sound like my uncle. You've gotten soft


in the city...





BIGGS: I've missed you kid.





LUKE: Well, things haven't been the same since you left, Biggs. It's


been so...quiet.





           Biggs looks around then leans close to Luke.





BIGGS: Luke, I didn't come back just to say good-bye...I shouldn't


tell you this, but you're the only one I can trust...and if I don't


come back, I want somebody to know.





           Luke's eyes are wide with Biggs' seriousness and loyalty.





LUKE: What are you talking about?





BIGGS: I made some friends at the Academy. (he whispers)...when our


frigate goes to one of the central systems, we're going to jump ship


and join the Alliance...





           Luke, amazed and stunned, is almost speechless.





LUKE: Join the Rebellion?! Are you kidding! How?





BIGGS: Quiet down will ya! You got a mouth bigger than a meteor


crater!





LUKE: I'm sorry. I'm quiet. (he whispers) Listen how quiet I am. You


can barely hear me...





           Biggs shakes his head angrily and then continues.





BIGGS: My friend has a friend on Bestine who might help us make


contact.





LUKE: Your crazy! You could wander around forever trying to find them.





BIGGS: I know it's a long shot, but if I don't find them I'll do what


I can on my own...It's what we always talked about. Luke, I'm not


going to wait for the Empire to draft me into service. The Rebellion


is spreading and I want to be on the right side -- the side I believe


in. 





LUKE: And I'm stuck here...





BIGGS: I thought you were going to the Academy next term. You'll get


your chance to get off this rock.





LUKE: Not likely! I had to cancel my application. There has been a lot


of unrest among the Sandpeople since you left...they've even raided


the outskirts of Anchorhead.





BIGGS: Your uncle could hold off a whole colony of Sandpeople with one


blaster.





LUKE: I know, but he's got enough vaporators going to make the place


pay off. He needs me for just one more season. I can't leave him now.





BIGGS: I feel for you, Luke, you're going to have to learn what seems


to be important or what really is important. What good is all your


uncle's work if it's taken over by the Empire?...You know they're


starting to nationalize commerce in the central systems...it won't be


long before your uncle is merely a tenant, slaving for the greater


glory of the Empire.





LUKE: It couldn't happen here. You said it yourself. The Empire won't


bother with this rock.





BIGGS: Things always change.





LUKE: I wish I was going...Are you going to be around long? 





BIGGS: No, I'm leaving in the morning...





LUKE: Then I guess I won't see you.





BIGGS: Maybe someday...I'll keep a lookout.





LUKE: Well, I'll be at the Academy next season...after that who knows.


I won't be drafted into the Imperial Starfleet that's for sure...Take


care of yourself, you'll always be the best friend I've got.





BIGGS: So long, Luke.





           Biggs turns away from his old friend and heads towards the


        power station.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SUNSET.





        The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange


        foreboding mist and the onimous sounds of unearthly creatures


        fill the air. Artoo moves cautiously through the creepy rock


        canyon, inadvertently making a loud clicking noise as he goes.


        He hears a distant, hard, metallic sound and stops for a


        moment. Convinced he is alone, he continues on his way.


           In the distance, a pepple tumbles down the steep canyon


        wall and a small dark figure darts into the shadows. A little


        further up the canyon a slight flicker of light reveals a pair


        of eyes in the dark recesses only a few feet from the narrow


        path.


           The unsuspecting robot waddles along the rugged trail until


        suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful magnetic ray shoots out


        of the rocks and engulfs him in an eerie glow. He manages one


        short electronic squeak before he topples over onto his back.


        His bright computer lights flicker off, then on, then off


        again. Out of the rocks scurry three Jawas, no taller than


        Artoo. They holster strange and complex weapons as they


        cautiously approach the robot. They wear grubby cloaks and


        their faces are shrouded so only their glowing eyes can be


        seen. They hiss and make odd guttural sounds as they heave the


        heavy robot onto their shoulders and carry him off down the


        trail. 





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET.






        The eight Jawas carry Artoo out of the canyon to a huge


        tank-like vehicle the size of a four-story house. They weld a


        small disk on the side of Artoo and then put him under a large


        tube on the side of the vehicle and the little robot is sucked


        into the giant machine.


           The filthy little Jawas scurry like rats up small ladders


        and enter the main cabin of the behemoth transport.





INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER -- HOLD AREA.





        It is dim inside the hold area of the Sandcrawler. Artoo


        switches on a small floodlight on his forehead and stumbles


        around the scrap heap. The narrow beam swings across rusty


        metal rocket parts and an array of grotesquely twisted and


        maimed astro-robots. He lets out a pathetic electronic whimper


        and stumbles off toward what appears to be a door at the end


        of the chamber.





INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER -- PRISON AREA.





        Artoo enters a wide room with a four-foot ceiling. In the


        middle of the scrap heap sit a dozen or so robots of various


        shapes and sizes. Some are engaged in electronic conversation,


        while others simply mill about. A voice of recognition calls


        out from the gloom.





THREEPIO: Artoo-Detoo! It's you! It's you!





           A battered Threepio scrambles up to Artoo and embraces him.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET.





        The enormous Sandcrawler lumbers off toward the magnificent


        twin suns, which are slowly setting over a distant mountain


        ridge.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT -- DAY.





        Four Imperial stormtroopers mill about in front of the half-


        buried lifepod that brought Artoo and Threepio to Tatooine. A


        trooper yells to an officer some distance away.





FIRST TROOPER: Someone was in the pod. The tracks go off in this


direction. 





           A second trooper picks a small bit of metal out of the sand


        and gives it to the first trooper.





SECOND TROOPER: Look, sir -- droids.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DUNES.





        The Sandcrawler moves slowly down a great sand dune.





INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER.





        Threepio and Artoo noisily bounce along inside the cramped


        prison chamber. Artoo appears to be shut off.





THREEPIO: Wake up! Wake up!





           Suddenly the shaking and bouncing of the Sandcrawler stops,


        creating quite a commotion among the mechanical men.


        Threepio's fist bangs the head of Artoo whose computer lights


        pop on as he begins beeping. At the far end of the long


        chamber a hatch opens, filling the chamber with blinding white


        light. a dozen or so Jawas make their way through the odd


        assortment of robots.





THREEPIO: We're doomed.





           A Jawa starts moving toward them.





THREEPIO: Do you think they'll melt us down?





           Artoo responds, making beeping sounds.





THREEPIO: Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Will this never end?





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT -- LARS HOMESTEAD -- AFTERNOON.





        The Jawas mutter gibberish as they busily line up their


        battered captives, including Artoo and Threepio, in front of


        the enormous Sandcrawler, which is parked beside a small


        homestead consisting of three large holes in the ground


        surrounded by several tall moisture vaporators and one small


        adobe block house.


           The Jawas scurry around fussing over the robots,


        straightening them up or brushing some dust from a dented


        metallic elbow. The shrouded little creatures smell horribly,


        attracting small insects to the dark areas when their mouths


        and nostrils should be.


           Out of the shadows of a dingy side-building limps Owen


        Lars, a large burly man in his mid-fifties. His reddish eyes


        are sunken in a dust-covered face. As the farmer carefully


        inspects each robot, he is closely followed by his slump-


        shouldered nephew, Luke Skywalker. One of the vile little


        Jawas walks ahead of the farmer spouting an animated sales


        pitch in a queer, unintelligible language.


           A voice calls out from one of the huge holes that form the


        homestead. Luke goes over to the edge and sees his Aunt Beru


        standing in the main courtyard.





BERU: Luke, tell Owen that if he gets a translator to be sure it


speaks Bocce.





LUKE: It looks like we don't have much of a choice but I'll remind


him.





           Luke returns to his uncle as they look over the equipment


        for sale with the Jawa leader.





OWEN: I have no need for a protocol droid.





THREEPIO: (quickly) Sir -- not in an environment such as this --


that's why I've also been programmed for over thirty secondary


functions that...





OWEN: What I really need is a droid that understands the binary


language of moisture vaporators.





THREEPIO: Vaporators! Sir -- My first job was programming binary load


lifter...very similar to your vaporators. You could say...





OWEN: Do you speak Bocce?





THREEPIO: Of course I can, sir. It's like a second language for


me...I'm as fluent in Bocce...





OWEN: All right shut up! (turning to Jawa) I'll take this one.





THREEPIO: Shutting up, sir.





OWEN: Luke, take these two over to the garage, will you? I want you to


have both of them cleaned up before dinner.





LUKE: But I was going into Toshi Station to pick up some power


converters...





OWEN: You can waste time with your friends when your chores are done.


Now come on, get to it!





LUKE: All right, come on! And the red one, come on. Well, come on,


Red, let's go.





           As the Jawas start to lead the three remaining robots


        back into the Sandcrawler, Artoo lets out a pathetic little


        beep and starts after his old friend Threepio. He is


        restrained by a slimy Jawa, who zaps him with a control box.





           Owen is negotiating with the head Jawa. Luke and the two


        robots start off for the garage when a plate pops off the head


        of the red astro-droid's head plate and it sparks wildly.





LUKE: Uncle Owen...





OWEN: Yeah?





LUKE: This R2 unit has a bad motivator. Look!





OWEN: (to the head Jawa) Hey, what're you trying to push on us?





           The Jawa goes into a loud spiel. Meanwhile, Artoo has


        sneaked out of line and is moving up and down trying to


        attract attention. He lets out with a low whistle. Threepio


        taps Luke on the shoulder.





THREEPIO: (pointing to Artoo) Excuse me, sir, but that R2 unit is in


prime condition. A real bargain.





LUKE: Uncle Owen...





OWEN: Yeah?





LUKE: What about that one?





OWEN: (to Jawa) What about that blue one? We'll take that one.





           With a little reluctance the scruffy dwarf trades the


        damaged astro-droid for Artoo.





LUKE: Yeah, take it away.





THREEPIO: Uh, I'm quite sure you'll be very pleased with that one,


sir. He really is in first-class condition. I've worked with him


before. Here he comes.





           Owen pays off the whining Jawa as Luke and the two robots


        trudge off toward a grimy homestead entry.





LUKE: Okay, let's go.





THREEPIO: (to Artoo) Now, don't you forget this! Why I should stick my


neck out for you is quite beyond my capacity!






INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- GARAGE AREA -- LATE AFTERNOON.





        The garage is cluttered and worn, but a friendly peaceful


        atmosphere permeates the low grey chamber. Threepio lowers


        himself into a large tub filled with warm oil. Near the


        battered Landspeeder little Artoo rests on a large battery


        with a cord to his face.





THREEPIO: Thank the maker! This oil bath is going to feel so good.


I've got such a bad case of dust contamination, I can barely move!





           Artoo beeps a muffled reply. Luke seems to be lost in


        thought as he runs his hand over the damaged fin of a small


        two-man Skyhopper spaceship resting in a low hangar off the


        garage. Finally Luke's frustrations get the better of him and


        he slams a wrench across the workbench.





LUKE: It just isn't fair. Oh, Biggs is right. I'm never gonna get out


of here!





THREEPIO: Is there anything I might do to help? 





           Luke glances at the battered robot. A bit of his anger


        drains and a tiny smile creeps across his face.





LUKE: Well, not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or


teleport me off this rock!





THREEPIO: I don't think so, sir. I'm only a droid and not very


knowledgeable about such things. Not on this planet, anyways. As a


matter of fact, I'm not even sure which planet I'm on.





LUKE: Well, if there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the


planet that it's farthest from.





THREEPIO: I see, sir.





LUKE: Uh, you can call me Luke.





THREEPIO: I see, sir Luke.





LUKE: (laughing) Just Luke.





THREEPIO: And I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg relations, and this is


my counterpart, Artoo-Detoo.





LUKE: Hello.





           Artoo beeps in response. Luke unplugs Artoo and begins to


        scrape several connectors on the robot's head with a chrome


        pick. Threepio climbs out of the oil tub and begins wiping oil


        from his bronze body.





LUKE: You got a lot of carbon scoring here. It looks like you boys


have seen a lot of action.





THREEPIO: With all we've been through, sometimes I'm amazed we're in


as good condition as we are, what with the Rebellion and all.





LUKE: You know of the Rebellion against the Empire?





THREEPIO: That's how we came to be in your service, if you take my


meaning, sir.





LUKE: Have you been in many battles?





THREEPIO: Several, I think. Actually, there's not much to tell. I'm


not much more than an interpreter, and not very good at telling


stories. Well, not at making them interesting, anyways.





           Luke struggles to remove a small metal fragment from Artoo's


        neck joint. He uses a larger pick.





LUKE: Well, my little friend, you've got something jammed in here real


good. Were you on a cruiser or...





           The fragment breaks loose with a snap, sending Luke


        tumbling head over heels. He sits up and sees a twelve-inch


        three-dimensional hologram of Leia Organa, the Rebel senator,


        being projected from the face of little Artoo. The image is a


        rainbow of colors as it flickers and jiggles in the dimly lit


        garage. Luke's mouth hangs open in awe.





LEIA: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.





LUKE: What's this?





           Artoo looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer for


        Threepio to translate. Leia continues to repeat the sentence


        fragment over and over.





THREEPIO: What is what?!? He asked you a question...(pointing to Leia)


What is that?





           Artoo whistles his surprise as he pretends to just notice


        the hologram. He looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer


        for Threepio to translate. Leia continues to repeat the


        sentence fragment over and over.





LEIA: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope. Help me, Obi-Wan


Kenobi. You're my only hope.





THREEPIO: Oh, he says it's nothing, sir. Merely a malfunction. Old


data. Pay it no mind.





           Luke becomes intrigued by the beautiful girl.





LUKE: Who is she? She's beautiful.





THREEPIO: I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, sir.





LEIA: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi...





THREEPIO: I think she was a passenger on our last voyage. A person of


some importance, sir -- I believe. Our captain was attached to...





LUKE: Is there more to this recording?





           Luke reaches out for Artoo but he lets out several frantic


        squeaks and a whistle.





THREEPIO: Behave yourself, Artoo. You're going to get us in trouble.


It's all right, you can trust him. He's our new master.





           Artoo whistles and beeps a long message to Threepio.





THREEPIO: He says he's the property of Obi-Wan Kenobi, a resident of


these parts. And it's a private message for him. Quite frankly, sir I


don't know what he's talking about. Our last master was Captain


Antilles, but with what we've been through, this little R2 unit has


become a bit eccentric.





LUKE: Obi-Wan Kenobi? I wonder if he means old Ben Kenobi?





THREEPIO: I beg your pardon, sir, but do you know what he's talking


about?





LUKE: Well, I don't know anyone named Obi-Wan, but old Ben lives out


beyond the dune sea. He's kind of a strange old hermit.





           Luke's gazes at the beautiful young princess for a few


        moments. 





LUKE: I wonder who she is. It sounds like she's in trouble. I'd better


play back the whole thing.





           Artoo beeps something to Threepio.





THREEPIO: He says the restraining bolt has short circuited his


recording system. He suggests that if you remove the bolt, he might be


able to play back the entire recording.





           Luke looks longingly at the lovely, little princess and


        hasn't really heard what Threepio has been saying.





LUKE: H'm? Oh, yeah, well, I guess you're too small to run away on me


if I take this off! Okay.





           Luke takes a wedged bar and pops the restraining bolt off


        Artoo's side.





LUKE: There you go.





           The princess immediately disappears...





LUKE: Well, wait a minute. Where'd she go? Bring her back! Play back


the entire message.





           Artoo beeps an innocent reply as Threepio sits up in


        embarrassment.





THREEPIO: What message? The one you're carrying inside your rusty


innards! 





           A women's voice calls out from another room.





AUNT BERU: Luke? Luke! Come to dinner!





           Luke stands up and shakes his head at the malfunctioning


        robot.





LUKE: All right, I'll be right there, Aunt Beru.





THREEPIO: I'm sorry, sir, but he appears to have picked up a slight


flutter.





           Luke tosses Artoo's restraining bolt on the workbench and


        hurries out of the room.





LUKE: Well, see what you can do with him. I'll be right back.





THREEPIO: (to Artoo) Just you reconsider playing that message for him.





           Artoo beeps in response.





THREEPIO: No, I don't think he likes you at all.





           Artoo beeps.





THREEPIO: No, I don't like you either.





INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- DINING AREA.





         Luke's Aunt Beru, a warm, motherly woman, fills a pitcher


        with blue fluid from a refrigerated container in the well-used


        kitchen. She puts the pitcher on a tray with some bowls of


        food and starts for the dining area.


           Luke sits with his Uncle Owen before a table covered with


        steaming bowls of food as Aunt Beru carries in a bowl of red


        grain.





LUKE: You know, I think that R2 unit we bought might have been stolen.





OWEN: What makes you think that?





LUKE: Well, I stumbled across a recording while I was cleaning him. He


says he belongs to someone called Obi-Wan Kenobi.





           Owen is greatly alarmed at the mention of his name, but


        manages to control himself.





LUKE: I thought he might have meant old Ben. Do you know what he's


talking about? Well, I wonder if he's related to Ben.





           Owen breaks loose with a fit of uncontrolled anger.





OWEN: That old man's just a crazy old wizard. Tomorrow I want you to


take that R2 unit into Anchorhead and have its memory flushed. That'll


be the end of it. It belongs to us now.





LUKE: But what if this Obi-Wan comes looking for him?





OWEN: He won't, I don't think he exists any more. He died about the


same time as your father.





LUKE: He knew my father?





OWEN: I told you to forget it. Your only concern is to prepare the new


droids for tomorrow. In the morning I want them on the south ridge


working out those condensers.





LUKE: Yes, sir. I think those new droids are going to work out fine.


In fact, I, uh, was also thinking about our agreement about my staying


on another season. And if these new droids do work out, I want to


transmit my application to the Academy this year.





           Owen's face becomes a scowl, although he tries to suppress


        it.





OWEN: You mean the next semester before harvest?





LUKE: Sure, there're more than enough droids.





OWEN: Harvest is when I need you the most. Only one more season. This


year we'll make enough on the harvest so I'll be able to hire some


more hands. And then you can go to the Academy next year.





           Luke continues to toy with his food, not looking at his


        uncle.





OWEN: You must understand I need you here, Luke.





LUKE: But it's a whole 'nother year.





OWEN: Look, it's only one more season.





           Luke pushes his half-eaten plate of food aside and stands.





LUKE: Yeah, that's what you said last year when Biggs and Tank left.





AUNT BERU: Where are you going?





LUKE: It looks like I'm going nowhere. I have to finish cleaning those


droids.





           Resigned to his fate, Luke paddles out of the room. Owen


        mechanically finishes his dinner.





AUNT BERU: Owen, he can't stay here forever. Most of his friends have


gone. It means so much to him.





OWEN: I'll make it up to him next year. I promise.





AUNT BERU: Luke's just not a farmer, Owen. He has too much of his


father in him.





OWEN: That's what I'm afraid of.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.





        The giant twin suns of Tatooine slowly disappear behind a


        distant dune range. Luke stands watching them for a few


        moments, then reluctantly enters the doomed entrance to the


        homestead.





INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- GARAGE.





           Luke enters the garage to discover the robots nowhere in


        sight. He takes a small control box from his utility belt


        similar to the one the Jawas were carrying. He activates the


        box, which creates a low hum, and Threepio, letting out a


        short yell, pops up from behind the Skyhopper spaceship.





LUKE: What are you doing hiding there?





           Threepio stumbles forward, but Artoo is still nowhere in


        sight. 





THREEPIO: It wasn't my fault, sir. Please don't deactivate me. I told


him not to go, but he's faulty, malfunctioning; kept babbling on about


his mission.





LUKE: Oh, no!





        Luke races out of the garage followed by Threepio.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.





        Luke rushes out of the small doomed entry to the homestead and


        searches the darkening horizon for the small triped astro-


        robot. Threepio struggles out of the homestead and on the salt


        flat as Luke scans the landscape with his electrobinoculars.





THREEPIO: That R2 unit has always been a problem. These astro-droids


are getting quite out of hand. Even I can't understand their logic at


times. 





LUKE: How could I be so stupid? He's nowhere in sight. Blast it!





THREEPIO: Pardon me, sir, but couldn't we go after him?





LUKE: It's too dangerous with all the Sandpeople around. We'll have to


wait until morning.





           Owen yells up from the homestead plaza.





OWEN: Luke, I'm shutting the power down for the night.





LUKE: All right, I'll be there in a few minutes. Boy, am I gonna get it.





        He takes one final look across the dim horizon.





LUKE: You know that little droid is going to cause me a lot of


trouble.





THREEPIO: Oh, he excels at that, sir.





INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- PLAZA.





        Morning slowly creeps into the sparse but sparkling oasis of


        the open courtyard. The idyll is broken be the yelling of


        Uncle Owen, his voice echoing throughout the homestead.





OWEN: Luke? Luke? Luke? Where could he be loafing now!





INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- KITCHEN.





        The interior of the kitchen is a worm glow as Aunt Beru prepares


        the morning breakfast. Owen enters in a huff.





OWEN: Have you seen Luke this morning?





AUNT BERU: He said he had some things to do before he started today,


so he left early.





OWEN: Uh? Did he take those two new droids with him?





AUNT BERU: I think so.





OWEN: Well, he'd better have those units in the south range repaired


be midday or there'll be hell to pay!





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT WASTELAND -- LUKE'S SPEEDER -- DAY.





        The rock and sand of the desert floor are a blur as Threepio


        pilots the sleek Landspeeder gracefully across the vast


        wasteland. 





INTERIOR/EXTERIOR: LUKE'S SPEEDER -- DESERT WASTELAND -- TRAVELING -- DAY.





        Luke leans over the back of the speeder and adjusts something


        in the motor compartment.





LUKE: (yelling) How's that.





           Threepio signals that is fine and Luke turns back into the


        wind-whipped cockpit and pops the canopy shut.





LUKE: Old Ben Kenobi lives out in this direction somewhere, but I


don't see how that R2 unit could have come this far. We must have


missed him. Uncle Owen isn't going to take this very well.





THREEPIO: Sir, would it help if you told him it was my fault.





LUKE: (brightening) Sure. He needs you. He'd probably only deactivate


you for a day or so...





THREEPIO: Deactivate! Well, on the other hand if you hadn't removed


his restraining bolt...





LUKE: Wait, there's something dead ahead on the scanner. It looks like


our droid...hit the accelerator.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK MESA -- DUNE SEA -- COASTLINE -- DAY.





        From high on a rock mesa, the tiny Landspeeder can be seen


        gliding across the desert floor. Suddenly in the foreground


        two weather-beaten Sandpeople shrouded in their grimy desert


        cloaks peer over the edge of the rock mesa. One of the


        marginally human creatures raises a long ominous laser rifle


        and points it at the speeder but the second creature grabs the


        gun before it can be fired.


           The Sandpeople, or Tusken Raiders as they're sometimes


        called, speak in a coarse barbaric language as they get into


        an animated argument. The second Tusken Raider seems to get in


        the final word and the nomads scurry over the rocky terrain.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK MESA -- CANYON.





        The Tusken Raider approaches two large Banthas standing tied


        to a rock. The monstrous, bear-like creatures are as large as


        elephants, with huge red eyes, tremendous looped horns, and


        long, furry, dinosaur-like tails. The Tusken Raiders mount


        saddles strapped to the huge creatures' shaggy backs and ride


        off down the rugged bluff.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- FLOOR.





        The speeder is parked on the floor of a massive canyon. Luke,


        with his long laser rifle slung over his shoulder, stands


        before little Artoo.





LUKE: Hey, whoa, just where do you think you're going?





           The little droid whistles a feeble reply, as Threepio poses


        menacingly behind the little runaway.





THREEPIO: Master Luke here is your rightful owner. We'll have no more


of this Obi-Wan Kenobi jibberish...and don't talk to me about your


mission, either. You're fortunate he doesn't blast you into a million


pieces right here.





LUKE: Well, come on. It's getting late. I only hope we can get back


before Uncle Owen really blows up.





THREEPIO: If you don't mind my saying so, sir, I think you should


deactivate the little fugitive until you've gotten him back to your


workshop.





LUKE: No, he's not going to try anything.





           Suddenly the little robot jumps to life with a mass of


        frantic whistles and screams.





LUKE: What's wrong with him now?





THREEPIO: Oh my...sir, he says there are several creatures approaching


from the southeast.





           Luke swings his rifle into position and looks to the south.





LUKE: Sandpeople! Or worst! Come on, let's have a look. Come on.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- RIDGE -- DAY.





        Luke carefully makes his way to the top of a rock ridge and


        scans the canyon with his electrobinoculars. He spots the two


        riderless Banthas. Threepio struggles up behind the young


        adventurer.





LUKE: There are two Banthas down there but I don't see any...wait a


second, they're Sandpeople all right. I can see one of them now.





           Luke watches the distant Tusken Raider through his


        electrobinoculars. Suddenly something huge moves in front of


        his field of view. Before Luke or Threepio can react, a large,


        gruesome Tusken Raider looms over them. Threepio is startled


        and backs away, right off the side if the cliff. He can be


        heard for several moments as he clangs, bangs and rattles down


        the side of the mountain.


           The towering creature brings down his curved,


        double-pointed gaderffii -- the dreaded axe blade that has


        struck terror in the heart of the local settlers. But Luke


        manages to block the blow with his laser rifle, which is


        smashed to pieces. The terrified farm boy scrambles backward


        until he is forced to the edge of a deep crevice. The sinister


        Raider stands over him with his weapon raised and lets out a


        horrible shrieking laugh.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- FLOOR -- DAY.





        Artoo forces himself into the shadows of a small alcove in the


        rocks as the vicious Sandpeople walk past carrying the inert


        Luke Skywalker, who is dropped in a heap before the speeder.


        The Sandpeople ransack the speeder, throwing parts and


        supplies in all directions. Suddenly they stop. Then


        everything is quiet for a few moments. A great howling moan is


        heard echoing throughout the canyon which sends the Sandpeople


        fleeing in terror.


           Artoo moves even tighter into the shadows as the slight


        swishing sound that frightened off the Sandpeople grows even


        closer, until a shabby old desert-rat-of-a-man appears and


        leans over Luke. His ancient leathery face, cracked and


        weathered by exotic climates is set off by dark, penetrating


        eyes and a scraggly white beard. Ben Kenobi squints his eyes


        as he scrutinizes the unconscious farm boy. Artoo makes a


        slight sound and Ben turns and looks right at him.





BEN: Hello there! Come here my little friend. Don't be afraid.





        Artoo waddles over to were Luke lies crumpled in a 


        heap and begins to whistle and beep his concern. Ben


        puts his hand on Luke's forehead and he begins to 


        come around.





BEN: Don't worry, he'll be all right.





LUKE: What happened?





BEN: Rest easy, son, you've had a busy day. You're fortunate you're


still in one piece.





LUKE: Ben? Ben Kenobi! Boy, am I glad to see you! 





BEN: The Jundland wastes are not to be traveled lightly. Tell me young


Luke, what brings you out this far?





LUKE: Oh, this little droid! I think he's searching for his former


master...I've never seen such devotion in a droid before...there


seems to be no stopping him. He claims to be the property of an Obi-


Wan Kenobi. Is he a relative of yours? Do you know who he's talking 


about?





        Ben ponders this for a moment, scratching his scruffy beard.





BEN: Obi-Wan Kenobi...Obi-Wan? Now thats a name I haven't heard in a 


long time...a long time.





LUKE: I think my uncle knew him. He said he was dead.





BEN: Oh, he's not dead, not...not yet.





LUKE: You know him!





BEN: Well of course, of course I know him. He's me! I haven't gone by


the name Obi-Wan since oh, before you were born.





LUKE: Then the droid does belong to you.





BEN: Don't seem to remember ever owning a droid. Very interesting...





        He suddenly looks up at the overhanging cliffs.





BEN: I think we better get indoors. The Sandpeople are easily startled


but they will soon be back and in greater numbers.





        Luke sits up and rubs his head. Artoo lets out a pathetic


        beep causing Luke to remember something. He looks around.





LUKE: Threepio!





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- SAND PIT -- ROCK MESA -- DAY.





        Little Artoo stands at the edge of a large sand pit and begins


        to chatter away in electronic whistles and beeps. Luke and Ben


        stand over a very dented and tangled Threepio lying half


        buried in the sand. One of his arms has broken off.


           Luke tries to revive the inert robot by shaking him and


        then flips a hidden switch on his back several times until


        finally the mechanical man's systems turn on.





THREEPIO: Where am I? I must have taken a bad step...





LUKE: Can you stand? We've got to get out of here before the


Sandpeople return.





THREEPIO: I don't think I can make it. You go on, Master Luke. There's


no sense in you risking yourself on my account. I'm done for.


        


           Artoo makes a beeping sound.





LUKE: No, you're not. What kind of talk is that?





           Luke and Ben help the battered robot to his feet. Little


        Artoo watches from the top of the pit. Ben glances around


        suspiciously. Sensing something, he stands up and sniffs the


        air.





BEN: Quickly, son...they're on the move.





INTERIOR: KENOBI'S DWELLING.





        The small, spartan hovel is cluttered with desert junk but


        still manages to radiate an air of time-worn comfort and


        security. Luke is in one corner repairing Threepio's arm, as


        old Ben sits thinking.





LUKE: No, my father didn't fight in the wars. He was a navigator on a


spice freighter.





BEN: That's what your uncle told you. He didn't hold with your


father's ideals. Thought he should have stayed here and not gotten


involved.





LUKE: You fought in the Clone Wars?





BEN: Yes, I was once a Jedi Knight the same as your father.





LUKE: I wish I'd known him.





BEN: He was the best star-pilot in the galaxy, and a cunning warrior.


I understand you've become quite a good pilot yourself. And he was a


good friend. Which reminds me...





           Ben gets up and goes to a chest where he rummages around.


        As Luke finishes repairing Threepio and starts to fit the


        restraining bolt back on, Threepio looks at him nervously.


        Luke thinks about the bolt for a moment then puts it on the


        table. Ben shuffles up and presents Luke with a short handle


        with several electronic gadgets attached to it.





BEN: I have something here for you. Your father wanted you to have


this when you were old enough, but your uncle wouldn't allow it. He


feared you might follow old Obi-Wan on some damned-fool idealistic


crusade like your father did. 





THREEPIO: Sir, if you'll not be needing me, I'll close down for


awhile.





LUKE: Sure, go ahead.





           Ben hands Luke the saber.





LUKE: What is it?





BEN: Your fathers lightsaber. This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not


as clumsy or as random as a blaster.


                


           Luke pushes a button on the handle. A long beam shoots out


        about four feet and flickers there. The light plays across the


        ceiling.





BEN: An elegant weapon for a more civilized time. For over a thousand


generations the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice


in the Old Republic. Before the dark times, before the Empire.





           Luke hasn't really been listening.





LUKE: How did my father die?





BEN: A young Jedi named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine until he


turned to evil, helped the Empire hunt down and destroy the Jedi


Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father. Now the Jedi are all


but extinct. Vader was seduced by the dark side of the Force.





LUKE: The Force?





BEN: Well, the Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It's an energy


field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us.


It binds the galaxy together.





           Artoo makes beeping sounds.





BEN: Now, let's see if we can't figure out what you are, my little


friend. And where you come from.





LUKE: I saw part of the message he was...





           Luke is cut short as the recorded image of the beautiful


        young Rebel princess is projected from Artoo's face.





BEN: I seem to have found it.





           Luke stops his work as the lovely girl's image flickers


        before his eyes.





LEIA: General Kenobi, years ago you served my father in the Clone


Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire.


I regret that I am unable to present my father's request to you in


person, but my ship has fallen under attack and I'm afraid my mission


to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital


to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2


unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid


safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour.


Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope.





        There is a little static and the transmission is cut short.


        Old Ben leans back and scratches his head. He silently puffs


        on a tarnished chrome water pipe. Luke has stars in his eyes.





BEN: You must learn the ways of the Force if you're to come with me to


Alderaan.





LUKE: (laughing) Alderaan? I'm not going to Alderaan. I've got to go


home. It's late, I'm in for it as it is.





BEN: I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I'm getting too old


for this sort of thing.





LUKE: I can't get involved! I've got work to do! It's not that I like


the Empire. I hate it! But there's nothing I can do about it right


now. It's such a long way from here.





BEN: That's your uncle talking.





LUKE: (sighing) Oh, God, my uncle. How am I ever going to explain


this?





BEN: Learn about the Force, Luke.





LUKE: Look, I can take you as far as Anchorhead. You can get a


transport there to Mos Eisley or wherever you're going.





BEN: You must do what you feel is right, of course.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        An Imperial Stardestroyer heads toward the evil planet-like


        battle station: the Death Star!





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CONFERENCE ROOM.





        Eight Imperial senators and generals sit around a black


        conference table. Imperial stormtroopers stand guard around


        the room. Commander Tagge, a young, slimy-looking general, is


        speaking.





TAGGE: Until this battle station is fully operational we are


vulnerable. The Rebel Alliance is too well equipped. 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 a support in the Imperial


Senate as long as....





           Suddenly all heads turn as Commander Tagge's speech is cut


        short and the Grand Moff 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. 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.





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...





           Suddenly Motti chokes and starts to turn blue under Vader's


        spell.





VADER: I find your lack of faith disturbing.





TARKIN: Enough of this! Vader, release him!





VADER: As you wish.





TARKIN: This bickering is pointless. Lord Vader will provide us with



the location of the Rebel fortress by the time this station is


operational. We will then crush the Rebellion with one swift stroke.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- WASTELAND.





        The speeder stops before what remains of the huge Jawas


        Sandcrawler. Luke and Ben walk among the smoldering rubble


        and scattered bodies.





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 there 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?





           Luke looks back at the speeder where Artoo and Threepio are


        inspecting the dead Jawas, and put 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 home!





           Luke reaches a sudden horrible realization, then races for


        the speeder and jumps it.





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





           Luke races off leaving Ben and the two robots alone with


        the burning Sandcrawler.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- WASTELAND.





        Luke races across the wasteland in his battered Landspeeder.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.





        The speeder roars up to the burning homestead. Luke jumps out


        and runs to the smoking holes that were once his home. Debris


        is scattered everywhere and it looks as if a great battle has


        taken place.





LUKE: Uncle Owen! Aunt Beru! Uncle Owen!





           Luke stumbles around in a daze looking for his aunt and


        uncle. Suddenly he comes upon their smoldering remains. He is


        stunned, and cannot speak. Hate replaces fear and a new


        resolve comes over him.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        Imperial TIE fighter races toward the Death Star.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- DETENTION CORRIDOR.





        Two stormtroopers open an electronic cell door and allow


        several Imperial guards to enter. Princess Leia's face is


        filled with defiance, which slowly gives way to fear as a


        giant black torture robot enters, followed by Darth Vader.





VADER: And, now Your Highness, we will discuss the location of your


hidden Rebel base.





           The torture robot gives off a steady beeping sound as it


        approaches Princess Leia and extends one of its mechanical


        arms bearing a large hypodermic needle. The door slides shut


        and the long cell block hallway appears peaceful. The muffled


        screams of the Rebel princess are barely heard.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- WASTELAND.





        There is a large bonfire of Jawa bodies blazing in front of


        the Sandcrawler as Ben and the robots finish burning the dead.


        Luke drives up in the speeder and Ben walks over to him.





BEN: There's nothing you could have done, Luke, had you been there.


You'd have been killed, too, and the droids would be in the hands of


the Empire.





LUKE: I want to come with you to Alderaan. There's nothing here for me


now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my


father.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- WASTELAND.





        The Landspeeder with Luke, Artoo, Threepio, and Ben in it


        zooms across the desert. The speeder stops on a bluff


        overlooking the spaceport at Mos Eisley. It is a haphazard


        array of low, grey, concrete structures and semi-domes. A


        harsh gale blows across the stark canyon floor. Luke adjusts


        his goggles and walks to the edge of the craggy bluff where


        Ben is standing.





BEN: Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of


scum and villainy. We must be cautious.





           Ben looks over at Luke, who gives the old Jedi a determined


        smile.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- STREET.





        The speeder is stopped on a crowded street by several


        combat-hardend stormtroopers who look over the two robots. A


        Trooper questions Luke.





TROOPER: How long have you had these droids?





LUKE: About three or four seasons.





BEN: They're for sale if you want them.





TROOPER: Let me see your identification.





           Luke becomes very nervous as he fumbles to find his ID


        while Ben speaks to the Trooper in a very controlled voice.





BEN: You don't need to see his identification.





TROOPER: We don't need to see his identification.





BEN: These are not the droids your looking for.





TROOPER: These are not the droids we're looking for.





BEN: He can go about his business.





TROOPER: You can go about your business.





BEN: (to Luke) Move along.





TROOPER: Move along. Move along.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- STREET.





        The speeder pulls up in front of a rundown blockhouse cantina


        on the outskirts of the spaceport. Various strange forms of


        transport, including several unusual beasts of burden, are


        parked outside the bar. A Jawa runs up and begins to fondle


        the speeder.





THREEPIO: I can't abide these Jawas. Disgusting creatures.





           As Luke gets out of the speeder he tries to shoo the Jawa


        away.


      


LUKE: Go on, go on. I can't understand how we got by those troopers. I


thought we were dead.





BEN: The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded. You


will find it a powerful ally.





LUKE: Do you really think we're going to find a pilot here that'll


take us to Alderaan?





BEN: Well, most of the best freighter pilots can be found here. Only


watch your step. This place can be a little rough.





LUKE: I'm ready for anything.





THREEPIO: Come along, Artoo.





INTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- CANTINA.





        The young adventurer and his two mechanical servants follow


        Ben Kenobi into the smoke-filled cantina. The murky, moldy den


        is filled with a startling array of weird and exotic alien


        creatures and monsters at the long metallic bar. At first the


        sight is horrifying. One-eyed, thousand-eyed, slimy, furry,


        scaly, tentacled, and clawed creatures huddle over drinks. Ben


        moves to an empty spot at the bar near a group of repulsive


        but human scum. A huge, rough-looking Bartender stops Luke and


        the robots.





BARTENDER: We don't serve their kind here!





           Luke still recovering from the shock of seeing so many


        outlandish creatures, doesn't quite catch the bartender's


        drift.





LUKE: What?





BARTENDER: Your droids. They'll have to wait outside. We don't want


them here.





           Luke looks at old Ben, who is busy talking to one of the


        Galactic pirates. He notices several of the gruesome creatures


        along the bar are giving him a very unfriendly glare.


           Luke pats Threepio on the shoulder.





LUKE: Listen, why don't you wait out by the speeder. We don't want any


trouble.





THREEPIO: I heartily agree with you sir.





        Threepio and his stubby partner go outside and most of the


        creatures at the bar go back to their drinks.


           Ben is standing next to Chewbacca, an eight-foot-tall-


        savage-looking creature resembling a huge grey bushbaby monkey


        with fierce baboon-like fangs. His large blue eyes dominate a


        fur-covered face and soften his otherwise awesome appearance.


        Over his matted, furry body he wears two chrome bandoliers,


        and little else. He is a two-hundred-year-old Wookiee and a


        sight to behold.


           Ben speaks to the Wookiee, pointing to Luke several times


        during his conversation and the huge creature suddenly lets


        out a horrifying laugh. Luke is more than a little bit


        disconcerted and pretends not to hear the conversation between


        Ben and the giant Wookiee.


           Luke is terrified but tries not to show it. He quietly sips


        his drink, looking over the crowd for a more sympathetic ear


        or whatever. 


           A large, multiple-eyed Creature gives Luke a rough shove.





CREATURE: Negola dewaghi wooldugger?!?





           The hideous freak is obviously drunk. Luke tries to ignore


        the creature and turns back on his drink. A short, grubby


        Human and an even smaller rodent-like beast join the


        belligerent monstrosity.





HUMAN: He doesn't like you.





LUKE: I'm sorry.





HUMAN: I don't like you either





           The big creature is getting agitated and yells out some


        unintelligible gibberish at the now rather nervous, young


        adventurer.





HUMAN: (continued) Don't insult us. You just watch yourself. We're


wanted men. I have the death sentence in twelve systems.





LUKE: I'll be careful than.





HUMAN: You'll be dead.





           The rodent lets out a loud grunt and everything at the bar


        moves away. Luke tries to remain cool but it isn't easy. His


        three adversaries ready their weapons. Old Ben moves in behind


        Luke.





BEN: This little one isn't worth the effort. Come let me buy you


something...





           A powerful blow from the unpleasant creature sends the


        young would-be Jedi sailing across the room, crashing through


        tables and breaking a large jug filled with a foul-looking


        liquid. With a blood curdling shriek, the monster draws a


        wicked chrome laser pistol from his belt and levels it at old


        Ben. The bartender panics.





BARTENDER: No blasters! No blaster!





           With astounding agility old Ben's laser sword sparks to


        life and in a flash an arm lies on the floor. The rodent is


        cut in two and the giant multiple-eyed creature lies doubled,


        cut from chin to groin. Ben carefully and precisely turns off


        his laser sword and replaces it on his utility belt. Luke,


        shaking and totally amazed at the old man's abilities, attempts


        to stand. The entire fight has lasted only a matter of seconds.


        The cantina goes back to normal, although Ben is given a


        respectable amount of room at the bar. Luke, rubbing his


        bruised head, approaches the old man with new awe. Ben points


        the the Wookiee.





BEN: This is Chewbacca. He's first-mate on a ship that might suit our


needs.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- STREET.





        Threepio paces in front of the cantina as Artoo carries on an


        electronic conversation with another little red astro-droid. A


        creature comes out of the cantina and approaches two


        stormtroopers in the street.





THREEPIO: I don't like the look of this.





INTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- CANTINA.





        Strange 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 Han Solo is


        sitting. Han is a tough, roguish starpilot about thirty 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: (continued) 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 trick, isn't it? And it's going to cost you


something extra. Ten thousand 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...





BEN: We haven't that much with us. But we could pay you two thousand


now, plus fifteen when we reach Alderaan.





HAN: Seventeen, huh!





           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 bartenders 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. The bartender shrugs his shoulders in puzzlement.





HAN: Seventeen thousand! Those guys must really be desperate. This


could really save my neck. Get back to the ship and get her ready.





EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- STREET.





BEN: You'll have to sell your speeder.





LUKE: That's okay. I'm never coming back to this planet again.





INTERIOR: MOS EISLEY -- CANTINA.





        As 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: Going somewhere, 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: It's too late. You should have paid him when you had the


chance. Jabba's put a price on your head, so large that every bounty


hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I'm lucky I found you


first.





HAN: Yeah, but this time I got the money.





GREEDO: If you give it to me, I might forget I found you.





HAN: I don't have it with me. Tell Jabba...





GREEDO: Jabba's through with you. He has no time for smugglers who


drop their shipments at the first sign of an Imperial cruiser.





HAN: Even I get boarded sometimes. Do you think I had a choice?


        


           Han Solo slowly reaches for his gun under the table.





GREEDO: You can tell that to Jabba. He may only take your ship.





HAN: Over my dead body.





GREEDO: That's the idea. I've been looking forward to killing you for


a long time.





HAN: Yes, I'll bet you have.





           Suddenly the slimy alien disappears in a blinding flash of


        light. Han pulls his smoking gun from beneath the table as the


        other patron 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.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        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 demonstrate 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.





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Alderaan looms behind the Death Star battlestation.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CONTROL ROOM.





        Admiral Motti enters the quiet control room and bows before


        Governor Tarkin, who stands before the huge wall screen


        displaying a small green planet.





MOTTI: We've entered the Alderaan system.





           Vader and two stormtroopers enter with Princess Leia. Her


        hands are bound.





LEIA: Governor Tarkin, I should have expected to find you holding


Vader's leash. I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on


board.





TARKIN: Charming to the last. You don't know how hard I found it


signing the order to terminate your life!





LEIA: I surprised you had the courage to take the responsibility


yourself!





TARKIN: Princess Leia, before your execution I would like you to be my


guest at a ceremony that will make this battle station operational. No


star system will dare oppose the Emperor now.





LEIA: The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems


will slip through your fingers.





TARKIN: Not after we demonstrate the power of this station. In a way,


you have determined the choice of the planet that'll be destroyed


first. Since you are reluctant to provide us with the location of the


Rebel base, I have chosen to test this station's destructive power...


on your home planet of Alderaan.





LEIA: No! Alderaan is peaceful. We have no weapons. You can't


possibly...





TARKIN: You would prefer another target? A military target? Then name


the system!





           Tarkin waves menacingly toward Leia.





TARKIN: I grow tired of asking this. So it'll be the last time. Where


is the Rebel base?





           Leia overhears an intercom voice announcing the approach to


        Alderaan.





LEIA: (softly) Dantooine.





           Leia lowers her head.





LEIA: They're on Dantooine.





TARKIN: There. You see Lord Vader, she can be reasonable. (addressing


Motti) Continue with the operation. You may fire when ready.





LEIA: What?





TARKIN: You're far too trusting. Dantooine is too remote to make an


effective demonstration. But don't worry. We will deal with your Rebel


friends soon enough. 





LEIA: No!





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- BLAST CHAMBER.





VADER: Commence primary ignition.





           A button is pressed which switches on a panel of lights. A


        hooded Imperial soldier reaches overhead and pulls a lever.


        Another lever is pulled. Vader reaches for still another lever


        and a bank of lights on a panel and wall light up. A huge beam


        of light emanates from within a cone-shaped area and converges


        into a single laser beam out toward Alderaan. The small green


        planet of Alderaan is blown into space dust.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- CENTRAL HOLD AREA.





        Ben watches Luke practice the lightsaber with a small "seeker"


        robot. Ben suddenly turns away and sits down. He falters,


        seems almost faint.





LUKE: Are you all right? What's wrong?





BEN: I felt a great disturbance in the Force...as if millions of


voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear


something terrible has happened.





           Ben rubs his forehead. He seems to drift into a trance. Then


        he fixes his gaze on Luke.





BEN: You'd better get on with your exercises.





           Han Solo enters the room.





HAN: Well, you can forget your troubles with those Imperial slugs. I


told you I'd outrun 'em.





           Luke is once again practicing with the lightsaber.





HAN: Don't everyone thank me at once.





           Threepio watches Chewbacca and Artoo who are engrossed in a


        game in which three-dimensional holographic figures move along


        a chess-type board.





HAN: Anyway, we should be at Alderaan about oh-two-hundred hours.





           Chewbacca and the two robots sit around the lighted table


        covered with small holographic monsters. Each side of the


        table has a small computer monitor embedded in it. Chewbacca


        seems very pleased with himself as he rests his lanky fur-


        covered arms over his head.





THREEPIO: Now be careful, Artoo.





           Artoo immediately reaches up and taps the computer with his


        stubby claw hand, causing one of the holographic creatures to


        walk to the new square. A sudden frown crosses Chewbacca's


        face and he begins yelling gibberish at the tiny robot.


        Threepio intercedes on behalf of his small companion and


        begins to argue with the huge Wookiee.





THREEPIO: He made a fair move. Screaming about it won't help you.





HAN: (interrupting) Let him have it. It's not wise to upset a Wookiee.





THREEPIO: But sir, nobody worries about upsetting a droid.





HAN: That's 'cause droids don't pull people's arms out of their socket


when they lose. Wookiees are known to do that.





THREEPIO: I see your point, sir. I suggest a new strategy, Artoo. Let


the Wookiee win.





           Luke stands in the middle of the small hold area; he seems


        frozen in place. A humming lightsaber is held high over his


        head. Ben watches him from the corner, studying his movements.


        Han watches with a bit of smugness.





BEN: Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him.





LUKE: You mean it controls your actions?





BEN: Partially. But it also obeys your commands.





           Suspended at eye level, about ten feet in front of Luke, a


        "seeker", a chrome baseball-like robot covered with antennae,


        hovers slowly in a wide arc. The ball floats to one side of


        the youth then the other. Suddenly it makes a lightning-swift


        lunge and stops within a few feet of Luke's face. Luke doesn't


        move and the ball backs off. It slowly moves behind the boy,


        then makes another quick lunge, this time emitting a blood red


        laser beam as it attacks. It hits Luke in the leg causing him


        to tumble over. Han lets loose with a burst of laughter.





HAN: Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good


blaster at your side, kid.





LUKE: You don't believe in the Force, do you?





HAN: Kid, I've flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I've


seen a lot of strange stuff, but I've never seen anything to make me


believe there's one all-powerful force controlling everything. There's


no mystical energy field that controls my destiny.





           Ben smiles quietly





HAN: It's all a lot of simple tricks and nonsense.





BEN: I suggest you try it again, Luke.





           Ben places a large helmet on Luke's head which covers his


        eyes.





BEN: This time, let go your conscious self and act on instinct.





LUKE: (laughing) With the blast shield down, I can't even see. How am


I supposed to fight?





BEN: Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them.





           Han skeptically shakes his head as Ben throws the seeker


        into the air. The ball shoots straight up in the air, then


        drops like a rock. Luke swings the lightsaber around blindly


        missing the seeker, which fires off a laserbolt which hits


        Luke square on the seat of the pants. He lets out a painful


        yell and attempts to hit the seeker.





BEN: Stretch out with your feelings.





           Luke stands in one place, seemingly frozen. The seeker


        makes a dive at Luke and, incredibly, he managed to deflect


        the bolt. The ball ceases fire and moves back to its original


        position.





BEN: You see, you can do it.





HAN: I call it luck. 





BEN: In my experience, there's no such thing as luck.





HAN: Look, going good against remotes is one thing. Going good against


the living? That's something else.





           Solo notices a small light flashing on the far side of the


        control panel.





HAN: Looks like we're coming up on Alderaan.





           Han and Chewbacca head back to the cockpit.





LUKE: You know, I did feel something. I could almost see the remote.





BEN: That's good. You have taken your first step into a larger world.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CONFERENCE ROOM.





        Imperial Officer Cass stands before Governor Tarkin and the


        evil Dark Lord Darth Vader.





TARKIN: Yes.





OFFICER CASS: Our scout ships have reached Dantooine. They found the


remains of a Rebel base, but they estimate that it has been deserted


for some time. They are now conducting an extensive search of the


surrounding systems.





TARKIN: She lied! She lied to us!





VADER: I told you she would never consciously betray the Rebellion.





TARKIN: Terminate her...immediately!





EXTERIOR: HYPERSPACE.





        The pirateship is just coming out of hyperspace; a strange


        surreal light show surrounds the ship.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





HAN: Stand by, Chewie, here we go. Cut in the sublight engines.





           Han pulls back on a control lever. Outside the cockpit


        window stars begin streaking past, seem to decrease in speed,


        then stop. Suddenly the starship begins to shudder and


        violently shake about. Asteroids begin to race toward them,


        battering the sides of the ship.





HAN: What the...? Aw, we've come out of hyperspace into a meteor


shower. Some kind of asteroid collision. It's not on any of the


charts.





           The Wookiee flips off several controls and seems very cool


        in the emergency. Luke makes his way into the bouncing


        cockpit.





LUKE: What's going on?





HAN: Our position is correct, except...no, Alderaan!





LUKE: What do you mean? Where is it?





HAN: Thats what I'm trying to tell you, kid. It ain't there. It's been


totally blown away.





LUKE: What? How?





           Ben moves into the cockpit behind Luke as the ship begins


        to settle down.





BEN: Destroyed...by the Empire!





HAN: The entire starfleet couldn't destroy the whole planet. It'd take


a thousand ships with more fire power than I've...





           A signal starts flashing on the control panel and a muffled


        alarm starts humming.





HAN: There's another ship coming in.





LUKE: Maybe they know what happened.





BEN: It's an Imperial fighter.





           Chewbacca barks his concern. A huge explosion bursts


        outside the cockpit window, shaking the ship violently. A


        tiny, finned Imperial TIE fighter races past the cockpit


        window.





LUKE: It followed us!





BEN: No. It's a short range fighter.





HAN: There aren't any bases around here. Where did it come from?





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The fighter races past the Corellian pirateship.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





LUKE: It sure is leaving in a big hurry. If they identify us, we're in


big trouble.





HAN: Not if I can help it. Chewie...jam it's transmissions.





BEN: It'd be as well to let it go. It's too far out of range.





HAN: Not for long...





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The pirateship zooms over the camera and away into the


        vastness of space after the Imperial TIE fighter.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





        The tension mounts as the pirateship gains on the tiny fighter.


        In the distance, one of the stars becomes brighter until it is


        obvious that the TIE ship is heading for it. Ben stands behind


        Chewbacca.





BEN: A fighter that size couldn't get this deep into space on its own.





LUKE It must have gotten lost, been part of a convoy or something.





HAN: Well, he ain't going to be around long enough to tell anyone


about us.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The TIE fighter is losing ground to the larger pirateship as


        they race toward camera and disappear over head.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





        The distant star can be distinguished as a small moon or


        planet.





LUKE: Look at him. He's headed for that small moon.





HAN: I think I can get him before he gets there...he's almost in


range.





           The small moon begins to take on the appearance of a


        monstrous spherical battle station.





BEN: That's no moon! It's a space station.





HAN: It's too big to be a space station.





LUKE: I have a very bad feeling about this.





HAN: Yeah, I think your right. Full reverse! Chewie, lock in the


auxiliary power.





           The pirateship shudders and the TIE fighter accelerates


        away toward the gargantuan battle station.





LUKE: Why are we still moving towards it?





HAN: We're caught in a tractor beam! It's pulling us in!





LUKE: But there's gotta be something you can do!





HAN: There's nothin' I can do about it, kid. I'm in full power. I'm


going to have to shut down. But they're not going to get me without a


fight!





           Ben Kenobi puts a hand on his shoulder.





BEN: You can't win. But there are alternatives to fighting.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- DEATH STAR.





        As the battered pirate starship is towed closer to the awesome


        metal moon, the immense size of the massive battle station


        becomes staggering. Running along the equator of the gigantic


        sphere is a mile-high band of huge docking ports into which


        the helpless pirateship is dragged.





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- HUGE PORT DOORS.





        The helpless Millennium Falcon is pulled past a docking port


        control room and huge laser turret cannons.





VOICE OVER DEATH STAR INTERCOM: Clear Bay twenty-three-seven. We are


opening the magnetic field.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- DOCKING BAY 2037.





        The pirateship is pulled in through port doors of the Death


        Star, coming to rest in a huge hangar. Thirty stormtroopers


        stand at attention in a central assembly area.





OFFICER: To you stations!





OFFICER: (to another officer) Come with me.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- HALLWAY.





        Stormtroopers run to their posts.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- HANGAR 2037.





        A line of stormtroopers march toward the pirateship in


        readiness to board it, while other troopers stand with weapons


        ready to fire.





OFFICER: Close all outboard shields! Close all outboard shields!





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CONFERENCE ROOM.


 


        Tarkin pushes a button and responds to the intercom buzz.





TARKIN: Yes.





VOICE: (over intercom) We've captured a freighter entering the remains


of the Alderaan system. It's markings match those of a ship that


blasted its way out of Mos Eisley.





VADER: They must be trying to return the stolen plans to the princess.


She may yet be of some use to us.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- DOCKING BAY 2037.





        Vader and a commander approach the troops as an Officer and


        several heavily armed troops exit the spacecraft.





VOICE: (over intercom) Unlock one-five-seven and nine. Release


charges.





OFFICER: (to Vader) There's no one on board, sir. According to the


log, the crew abandoned ship right after takeoff. It must be a decoy,


sir. Several of the escape pods have been jettisoned.





VADER: Did you find any droids?





OFFICER: No, sir. If there were any on board, they must also have


jettisoned.





VADER: Send a scanning crew on board. I want every part of this ship


checked.





OFFICER: Yes, sir.





VADER: I sense something...a presence I haven't felt since...





           Vader turns quickly and exits the hangar.





OFFICER: Get me a scanning crew in here on the double. I want every


part of this ship checked!





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- HALLWAY.





        A trooper runs through the hallway heading for the exit. In a


        few moments all is quiet. The muffled sounds of a distant


        officer giving orders finally fade. Two floor panels suddenly


        pop up revealing Han Solo and Luke. Ben Kenobi sticks his head


        out of a third locker.





LUKE: Boy, it's lucky you had these compartments.





HAN: I use them for smuggling. I never thought I'd be smuggling myself


in them. This is ridiculous. Even if I could take off, I'd never get


past the tractor beam.





BEN: Leave that to me!





HAN: Damn fool. I knew that you were going to say that!





BEN: Who's the more foolish...the fool or the fool who follows him?





           Han shakes his head, muttering to himself. Chewbacca


        agrees.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN FORWARD BAY.





        The crewmen carry a heavy box on board the ship, past the two


        stormtroopers guarding either side of the ramp.





TROOPER: The ship's all yours. If the scanners pick up anything,


report it immediately. All right, let's go.





           The crewmen enter the pirateship and a loud crashing sound


        is followed by a voice calling to the guard below.





HAN'S VOICE: Hey down there, could you give us a hand with this?





           The stormtroopers enter the ship and a quick round of


        gunfire is heard.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- FORWARD BAY -- COMMAND OFFICE.





        In a very small command office near the entrance to the


        pirateship, a Gantry Officer looks out his window and notices


        the guards are missing. He speaks into the comlink.





GANTRY OFFICER: TX-four-one-two. Why aren't you at your post?


TX-four-one-two, do you copy? 





           A stormtrooper comes down the ramp of the pirateship and


        waves to the gantry officer, pointing to his ear indicating


        his comlink is not working. The gantry officer shakes his head


        in disgust and heads for the door, giving his aide an annoyed


        look.





GANTRY OFFICER: Take over. We've got a bad transmitter. I'll see what


I can do.





           As the officer approaches the door, it slides open


        revealing the towering Chewbacca. The gantry officer, in a


        momentary state of shock, stumbles backward. With a bone-


        chilling howl, the giant Wookiee flattens the officer with one


        blow. The aide immediately reaches for his pistol, but is


        blasted by Han, dressed as an Imperial stormtrooper. Ben and


        the robots enter the room quickly followed by Luke, also


        dressed as a stormtrooper. Luke quickly removes his helmet.





LUKE: You know, between his howling and your blasting everything in


sight, it's a wonder the whole station doesn't know we're here.





HAN: Bring them on! I prefer a straight fight to all this sneaking


around.





THREEPIO: We found the computer outlet, sir.





           Ben feeds some information into the computer and a map of


        the city appears on the monitor. He begins to inspect it


        carefully. Threepio and Artoo look over the control panel.


        Artoo finds something that makes him whistle wildly.





BEN: Plug in. He should be able to interpret the entire Imperial


computer network.





           Artoo punches his claw arm into the computer socket and the


        vast Imperial brain network comes to life, feeding information


        to the little robot. After a few moments, he beeps something.





THREEPIO: He says he's found the main computer to power the tractor


beam that's holding the ship here. He'll try to make the precise


location appear on the monitor.





           The computer monitor flashes readouts.





THREEPIO: The tractor beam is coupled to the main reactor in seven


locations. A power loss at one of the terminals will allow the ship to


leave.





           Ben studies the data on the monitor readout.





BEN: I don't think you boys can help. I must go alone.





HAN: Whatever you say. I've done more that I bargained for on this


trip already.





LUKE: I want to go with you.





BEN: Be patient, Luke. Stay and watch over the droids.





LUKE: But he can...





BEN: They must be delivered safely or other star systems will suffer


the same fate as Alderaan. Your destiny lies along a different path


than mine. The Force will be with you...always!





           Ben adjusts the lightsaber on his belt and silently steps


        out of the command office, then disappears down a long grey


        hallway. Chewbacca barks a comment and Han shakes his head in


        agreement.





HAN: Boy you said it, Chewie.





           Han looks at Luke.





HAN: Where did you dig up that old fossil?





LUKE: Ben is a great man.





HAN: Yeah, great at getting us into trouble.





LUKE: I didn't hear you give any ideas...





HAN: Well, anything would be better than just hanging around waiting


for him to pick us up...





LUKE: Who do you think...





           Suddenly Artoo begins to whistle and beep a blue streak.


        Luke goes over to him.





LUKE: What is it?





THREEPIO: I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, sir. He says "I found her",


and keeps repeating, "She's here."





LUKE: Well, who...who has he found?





           Artoo whistles a frantic reply.





THREEPIO: Princess Leia.





LUKE: The princess? She's here?





HAN: Princess? What's going on?





THREEPIO: Level five. Detention block A A-twenty-three. I'm afraid


she's scheduled to be terminated.





LUKE: Oh, no! We've got to do something.





HAN: What are you talking about?





LUKE: The droid belongs to her. She's the one in the message.. We've


got to help her.





HAN: Now, look, don't get any funny ideas. The old man wants us to


wait right here.





LUKE: But he didn't know she was here. Look, will you just find a way


back into the detention block?





HAN: I'm not going anywhere.





LUKE: They're going to execute her. Look, a few minutes ago you said


you didn't want to just wait here to be captured. Now all you want to


do is stay. 





HAN: Marching into the detention area is not what I had in mind.





LUKE: But they're going to kill her!





HAN: Better her than me...





LUKE: She's rich.





           Chewbacca growls.





HAN: Rich?





LUKE: Yes. Rich, powerful! Listen, if you were to rescue her, the


reward would be...





HAN: What?





LUKE: Well more wealth that you can imagine.





HAN: I don't know, I can imagine quite a bit!





LUKE: You'll get it!





HAN: I better!





LUKE: You will...





HAN: All right, kid. But you'd better be right about this.





           Han looks at Chewie, who grunts a short grunt.





LUKE: All right.





HAN: What's your plan?





LUKE: Uh...Threepio, hand me those binders there will you?





           Luke moves toward Chewbacca with electronic cuffs.





LUKE: Okay. Now, I'm going to put these on you.





           Chewie lets out a hideous growl.





LUKE: Okay. Han, you put these on.





           Luke sheepishly hands the binders to Han.





HAN: Don't worry, Chewie. I think I know what he has in mind.





           The Wookiee has a worried and frightened look on his face


        as Han binds him with the electronic cuffs.





THREEPIO: Master Luke, sir! Pardon me for asking...but, ah...what


should Artoo and I do if we're discovered here?





LUKE: Lock the door!





HAN: And hope they don't have blasters.





THREEPIO: That isn't very reassuring.





           Luke and Han put on their armored stormtrooper helmets and


        start off into the giant Imperial Death Star.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- DETENTION AREA -- ELEVATOR TUBE.





        Han and Luke try to look inconspicuous in their armored suits


        as they wait for a vacuum elevator to arrive. Troops,


        bureaucrats, and robots bustle about, ignoring the trio


        completely. Only a few give the giant Wookiee a curious


        glance.


           Finally a small elevator arrives and the trio enters.





LUKE: I can't see a thing in this helmet.





        A bureaucrat races to get aboard also, but is signaled away by


        Han. The door to the pod-like vehicle slides closed and the


        elevator car takes off through a vacuum tube.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN HALLWAY.





        Several Imperial officers walk through the wide main


        passageway. They pass several stormtroopers and a robot


        similar to Threepio but with an insect face. At the far end of


        the hallway, a passing flash of Ben Kenobi appears, then


        disappears down a small hallway. His appearance is so fleeting


        that it is hard to tell if he is real or just an illusion. No


        one in the hallway seems to notice him.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- INTERIOR ELEVATOR -- DETENTION SECURITY AREA.





        Luke and Han step forward to exit the elevator, but the door


        slides open behind them. The giant Wookiee and his two guards


        enter the old grey security station. Guards and laser gates


        are everywhere. Han whispers to Luke under his breath.





HAN: This is not going to work.





LUKE: Why didn't you say so before?





HAN: I did say so before!





INTERIOR: DETENTION AREA.





        Elevator doors open. A tall, grim looking Officer approaches


        the trio.





OFFICER: Where are you taking this...thing?





           Chewie growls a bit at the remark but Han nudges him to


        shut up.





LUKE: Prisoner transfer from Block one-one-three-eight.





OFFICER: I wasn't notified. I'll have to clear it.





           The officer goes back to his console and begins to punch in


        the information. There are only three other troopers in the


        area. Luke and Han survey the situation, checking all of the


        alarms, laser gates, and camera eyes. Han unfastens one of


        Chewbacca's electronic cuffs and shrugs to Luke.


           Suddenly Chewbacca throws up his hands and lets out with


        one of his ear-piercing howls. He grabs Han's laser rifle.





HAN: Look out! He's loose!





LUKE: He's going to pull us all apart.





HAN: Go get him!





           The startled guards are momentarily dumbfounded. Luke and


        Han have already pulled out their laser pistols and are


        blasting away at the terrifying Wookiee. Their barrage of


        laserfire misses Chewbacca, but hits the camera eyes, laser


        gate controls, and the Imperial guards. The officer is the


        last of the guards to fall under the laserfire just as he is


        about to push the alarm system. Han rushes to the comlink


        system, which is screeching questions about what is going on.


        He quickly checks the computer readout.





HAN: We've got to find out which cell this princess of yours is in.


Here it is...cell twenty-one-eight-seven. You go get her. I'll hold


them here.





        Luke races down one of the cell corridors. Han speaks into the


        buzzing comlink.





HAN: (sounding official) Everything is under control. Situation


normal.





INTERCOM VOICE: What happened?





HAN: (getting nervous) Uh...had a slight weapons malfunction. But, uh,


everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here,


now, thank you. How are you?





INTERCOM VOICE: We're sending a squad up.





HAN: Uh, uh, 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!





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CELL ROW.





        Luke stops in front of one of the cells and blasts the door


        away with a 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 to be 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!





INTERIOR: 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 power of 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 A A-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 is not his plan. I must face him alone.





INTERIOR: 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: Get behind me! Get behind me!





           A series of explosions knock a hole in the elevator door


        through which several Imperial troops begin to emerge.


           Han and Chewie fire laser pistols at them through the smoke


        and flame. They turn and run down the cell hallway, meeting up


        with Luke and Leia rushing toward them.





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!





INTERIOR: 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 in or out; all other


information on your level is restricted.





           Someone begins banging on the door.





TROOPER VOICE: Open up in there!





THREEPIO: Oh, no!





INTERIOR: 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 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 smokey cover,


        then slides into the chute himself and is gone.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- GARBAGE ROOM.





        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.





THREEPIO: Oh! All this excitement has overrun the circuits of my


counterpart here. If you don't mind, I'd like to take him down to


maintenance.





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.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- TRACTOR BEAM -- POWER GENERATOR TRENCH.





        Ben enters a humming service trench that powers the huge


        tractor beam. The trench seems to be a hundred miles deep. The


        clacking sound of huge switching devices can be heard. The old


        Jedi edges his his way along a narrow ledge leading to a


        control panel that connects two large cables. He carefully


        makes several adjustments in the computer terminal, and


        several lights on the board go from red to blue.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- UNUSED HALLWAY.





        The group exits the garbage room into a dusty, unused hallway.


        Han and Luke remove the trooper suits and strap on the blaster


        belts.





HAN: If we can just avoid any more female advice, we ought to be able


to get out of here.





           Luke smiles and scratches his head as he takes a blaster


        from Solo.





LUKE: Well, let's get moving!





           Chewie begins growling and points to the hatch to the


        garbage room, as he runs away and then stops howling.





HAN: (to Chewie) Where are you going?





           The Dia Nogu bangs against the hatch and a long, slimy


        tentacle works its way out of the doorway searching for a


        victim. Han aims his pistol.





LEIA: No, wait. They'll hear!





           Han fires at the doorway. The noise of the blast echoes


        relentlessly throughout the empty passageway. Luke simply


        shakes his head in disgust.





HAN: (to Chewie) Come here, you big coward!





           Chewie shakes his head "no."





HAN: Chewie! Come here!





LEIA: Listen. I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but


from now on, you do as I tell you. Okay?





           Han is stunned at the command of the petite young girl.





HAN: Look, Your Worshipfulness, let's get one thing straight! I take


orders from one person! Me!





LEIA: It's a wonder you're still alive. (looking at Chewie) Will


somebody get this big walking carpet out of my way?





           Han watches her start away. He looks at Luke.





HAN: No reward is worth this.





           They follow her, moving swiftly down the deserted corridor.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- POWER TRENCH.





        Suddenly a door behind Ben slides open and a detachment of


        stormtroopers marches to the power trench. Ben instantly slips


        into the shadows as an Officer moves to within a few feet of


        him.





OFFICER: Secure this area until the alert is canceled.





FIRST TROOPER: Give me regular reports.





           All but two of the stormtroopers leave.





FIRST TROOPER: Do you know what's going on?





SECOND TROOPER: Maybe it's another drill.





           Ben moves around the tractor beam, watching the


        stormtroopers as they turn their backs to him. Ben gestures


        with his hand toward them, as the troops think they hear


        something in the other hallway. With the help of the Force,


        Ben deftly slips past the troopers and into the main hallway.





SECOND TROOPER: What was that?





FIRST TROOPER: Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- HALLWAY.





        Luke, Han, Chewbacca, and Leia run down an empty hallway and


        stop before a bay window overlooking the pirateship. Troopers


        are milling about the ship. Luke takes out his pocket comlink.





HAN: (looking at his ship) There she is.





LUKE: See-Threepio, do you copy?





THREEPIO: (voice) For the moment. Uh, we're in the main hangar across


from the ship.





LUKE: We're right above you. Stand by.





           Han is watching the dozen or so troops moving in and out of


        the pirateship. Leia moves towards Han, touches his arm and


        points out the window to the ship.





LEIA: You came in that thing? You're braver that I thought.





HAN: Nice! Come on!





           Han gives her a dirty look, and they start off down the


        hallway. They round a corner and run right into twenty


        Imperial stormtroopers heading toward them. Both groups are


        taken by surprise and stop in their tracks.





FIRST TROOPER: It's them! Blast them!





           Before even thinking, Han draws his laser pistol and


        charges the troops, firing. His blaster knocks one of the


        stormtroopers into the air. Chewie follows his captain down


        the corridor, stepping over the fallen trooper on the floor.





HAN: (to Luke and Leia) Get back to the ship!





LUKE: Where are you going? Come back!





           Han has already rounded a corner and does not hear.





LEIA: He certainly has courage.





LUKE: What good will it do us if he gets himself killed? Come on!





           Luke is furious but doesn't have time to think about it for


        muted alarms begin to go off down on the hangar deck. Luke and


        Leia start off toward the starship hangar.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- SUBHALLWAY.





        Han chases the stormtroopers down a long subhallway. He is


        yelling and brandishing his laser pistol. The troops reach a


        dead end and are forced to turn and fight. Han stops a few


        feet from them and assumes a defensive position. The troops


        begin to raise their laser guns. Soon all ten troopers are


        moving into an attack position in front of the lone


        starpirate. Han's determined look begins to fade as the troops


        begin to advance. Solo jumps backward as they fire at him.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- SUBHALLWAY.





        Chewbacca runs down the subhallway in a last-ditch attempt to


        save his bold captain. Suddenly he hears the firing of laser


        guns and yelling. Around the corner shoots Han, pirate


        extraordinaire, running for his life, followed by a host of


        furious stormtroopers. Chewbacca turns and starts running the


        other way also.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- SUBHALLWAY.





        Luke fires his laser pistol wildly as he and Leia rush down a


        narrow subhallway, chased by several stormtroopers. They


        quickly reach the end of the subhallway and race through an


        open hatchway.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CENTRAL CORE SHAFT.





        Luke and Leia race through the hatch onto a narrow bridge that


        spans a huge, deep shaft that seems to go into infinity. The


        bridge has been retracted into the wall of the shaft, and Luke


        almost rushes into the abyss. He loses his balance off the end


        of the bridge as Leia, behind him, takes hold of his arm and


        pulls him back.





LUKE: (gasping) I think we took a wrong turn.





           Blasts from the stormtroopers' laser guns explode nearby


        reminding them of the oncoming danger. Luke fires back at the


        advancing troops. Leia reaches over and hits a switch that


        pops the hatch door shut with a resounding boom, leaving them


        precariously perched on a short piece of bridge overhang.


        Laserfire from the troopers continues to hit the steel door.





LEIA: There's no lock!






           Luke blasts the controls with his laser pistol.





LUKE: That oughta hold it for a while.





LEIA: Quick, we've got to get across. Find the control that extends


the bridge.





LUKE: Oh, I think I just blasted it.





           Luke looks at the blasted bridge control while the


        stormtroopers on the opposite side of the door begin making


        ominous drilling and pounding sounds.





LEIA: They're coming through!





           Luke notices something on his stormtrooper belt, when


        laserfire hits the wall behind him. Luke aims his laser pistol


        at a stormtrooper perched on a higher bridge overhang across


        the abyss from them. They exchange fire. Two more troops


        appear on another overhang, also firing. A trooper is hit, and


        grabs at his chest.


           Another trooper standing on the bridge overhang is hit by


        Luke's laserfire, and plummets down the shaft. Troopers move


        back off the bridge; Luke hands the gun to Leia.





LUKE: Here, hold this.





           Luke pulls a thin nylon cable from his trooper utility


        belt. It has a grappler hook on it. A trooper appears on a


        bridge overhang and fires at Luke and Leia. As Luke works with


        the rope, Leia returns the laser volley. Another trooper


        appears and fires at them, as Leia returns his fire as well.


        Suddenly, the hatch door begins to open, revealing the feet of


        more troops.





LEIA: Here they come!





           Leia hits one of the stormtroopers on the bridge above, and


        he falls into the abyss. Luke tosses the rope across the gorge


        and it wraps itself around an outcropping of pipes. He tugs on


        the rope to make sure it is secure, then grabs the princess in


        his arms. Leia looks at Luke, then kisses him quickly on the


        lips. Luke is very surprised.





LEIA: For luck!





           Luke pushes off and they swing across the treacherous abyss


        to the corresponding hatchway on the opposite side. Just as


        Luke and Leia reach the far side of the canyon, the


        stormtroopers break through the hatch and begin to fire at


        the escaping duo. Luke returns the fire before ducking into


        the tiny subhallway.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- NARROW PASSAGEWAY.





        Ben hides in the shadows of the narrow passageway as several


        stormtroopers rush past him in the main hallway. He checks to


        make sure they're gone, then runs down the hallway in the


        opposite direction. Darth Vader appears at the far end of the


        hallway and starts after the old Jedi.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN FORWARD BAY.





        Threepio looks around at the troops milling about the


        pirateship entry ramp.





THREEPIO: Where could they be?





           Artoo, plugged into the computer socket, turns his dome


        left and right, beeping a response.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CORRIDOR -- BLAST SHIELDS DOOR.





        Han and Chewbacca run down a long corridor with several


        troopers hot on their trail.





TROOPER: Close the blast doors!





           At the end of the hallway, blast doors begin to close in


        front of them. The young starpilot and his furry companion


        race past the huge doors just as they are closing, and manage


        to get off a couple off laserblasts at the pursuing troops


        before the doors slam shut.





TROOPER: Open the blast doors! Open the blast doors!





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- HALLWAY LEADING TO MAIN FORWARD BAY.





        Ben hurries along one of the tunnels leading to the hangar


        where the pirateship waits. Just before he reaches the hangar,


        Darth Vader steps into view at the end of the tunnel, not ten


        feet away. Vader lights his saber. Ben also ignites his and


        steps slowly forward.





VADER: I've been waiting for you, Obi-Wan. We meet again, at last. The


circle is now complete.





           Ben Kenobi moves with elegant ease into a classical


        offensive position. The fearsome Dark Knight takes a defensive


        stance.





VADER: When I left you, I was but the learner; now I am the master.





BEN: Only a master of evil, Darth.





           The two Galactic warriors stand perfectly still for a few


        moments, sizing each other up and waiting for the right


        moment. Ben seems to be under increasing pressure and strain,


        as if an invisible weight were being placed upon him. He


        shakes his head and, blinking, tries to clear his eyes. 


           Ben makes a sudden lunge at the huge warrior but is checked


        by a lightning movement of The Sith. A masterful slash stroke


        by Vader is blocked by the old Jedi. Another of the Jedi's


        blows is blocked, then countered. Ben moves around the Dark


        Lord and starts backing into the massive starship hangar. The


        two powerful warriors stand motionless for a few moments with


        laser swords locked in mid-air, creating a low buzzing sound.





VADER: Your powers are weak, old man.





BEN: You can't win, Darth. If you strike me down, I shall become more


powerful than you can possibly imagine.





           Their lightsabers continue to meet in combat.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN FORWARD BAY.





        Han Solo and Chewbacca, their weapons in hand, lean back


        against the wall surveying the forward bay, watching the


        Imperial stormtroopers make their rounds of the hangar.





HAN: Didn't we just leave this party?





           Chewbacca growls a reply, as Luke and the princess join


        them.





HAN: What kept you?





LEIA: We ran into some old friends.





LUKE: Is the ship all right?





HAN: Seems okay, if we can get to it. Just hope the old man got the


tractor beam out of commission.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- HALLWAY.





        Vader and Ben Kenobi continue their powerful duel. As they hit


        their lightsabers together, lightning flashes on impact.


        Troopers look on in interest as the old Jedi and Dark Lord of


        The Sith fight. Suddenly Luke spots the battle from his


        group's vantage point.





LUKE: Look!





           Luke, Leia, Han, and Chewie look up and see Ben and Vader


        emerging from the hallways on the far side of the docking bay.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- DOCKING BAY.





        Threepio and Artoo-Detoo are in the center of the Death Star's


        Imperial docking bay.





THREEPIO: Come on, Artoo, we're going!





           Threepio ducks out of sight as the seven stormtroopers who


        were guarding the starship rush past them heading towards Ben


        and The Sith Knight. He pulls on Artoo.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- HALLWAY.





        Solo, Chewie, Luke, and Leia tensely watch the duel. The


        troops rush toward the battling knights.





HAN: Now's our chance! Go!





        They start for the Millennium Falcon. Ben sees the troops


        charging toward him and realizes that he is trapped. Vader


        takes advantage of Ben's momentary distraction and brings his


        mighty lightsaber down on the old man. Ben manages to deflect


        the blow and swiftly turns around.


           The old Jedi Knight looks over his shoulder at Luke, lifts


        his sword from Vader's then watches his opponent with a serene


        look on his face.


           Vader brings his sword down, cutting old Ben in half. Ben's


        cloak falls to the floor in two parts, but Ben is not in it.


        Vader is puzzled at Ben's disappearance and pokes at the empty


        cloak. As the guards are distracted, the adventurers and the


        robots reach the starship. Luke sees Ben cut in two and starts


        for him. Aghast, he yells out.





LUKE: No!





           The stormtroopers turn toward Luke and begin firing at him.


        The robots are already moving up the ramp into the Millennium


        Falcon, while Luke, transfixed by anger and awe, returns their


        fire. Solo joins in the laserfire. Vader looks up and advances


        toward them, as one of his troopers is struck down.





HAN: (to Luke) Come on!





LEIA: Come on! Luke, its too late!





HAN: Blast the door! Kid!





           Luke fires his pistol at the door control panel, and it


        explodes. The door begins to slide shut. Three troopers charge


        forward firing laser bolts, as the door slides to a close


        behind them, shutting Vader and the other troops out of the


        docking bay. A stormtrooper lies dead at the feet of his


        onrushing compatriots. Luke starts for the advancing troops,


        as Solo and Leia move up the ramp into the pirateship. He


        fires, hitting a stormtrooper, who crumbles to the floor.





BEN'S VOICE: Run, Luke! Run!





           Luke looks around to see where the voice came from. He


        turns toward the pirateship, ducking Imperial gunfire from the


        troopers and races into the ship.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





        Han pulls back on the controls and the ship begins to move. The


        dull thud of laser bolts bouncing off the outside of the ship


        as Chewie adjusts his controls.





HAN: I hope the old man got that tractor beam out if commission, or


this is going to be a real short trip. Okay, hit it!





           Chewbacca growls in agreement.





EXTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON.





        The Millennium Falcon powers away from the Death Star docking


        bay, makes a spectacular turn and disappears into the vastness


        of space.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- CENTRAL HOLD AREA.





        Luke, saddened by the loss of Obi-Wan Kenobi, stares off


        blankly as the robots look on. Leia puts a blanket around him


        protectively, and Luke turns and looks up at her. She sits


        down beside him.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





        Solo spots approaching enemy ships.





HAN: (to Chewie) We're coming up on the sentry ships. Hold 'em off!


Angle the deflector shields while I charge up the main guns!





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- CENTRAL HOLD AREA.





        Luke looks downward sadly, shaking his head back and forth, as


        the princess smiles comfortingly at him.





LUKE: I can't believe he's gone.





           Artoo-Detoo beeps a reply.





LEIA: There wasn't anything you could have done.





           Han rushes into the hold area where Luke is sitting with


        the princess.





HAN: (to Luke) Come on, buddy, we're not out of this yet!





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORTS -- COCKPIT.





        Solo climbs into his attack position in the topside gunport.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- HOLD AREA.





        Luke gets up and moves out toward the gunports as Leia heads


        for the cockpit.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORTS -- COCKPIT.





        Luke climbs down the ladder into the gunport cockpit, settling


        into one of the two main laser cannons mounted in large


        rotating turrets on either side of the ship.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- SOLO'S GUNPORT.





        Han adjusts his headset as he sits before the controls of his


        laser cannon, then speaks into the attached microphone.





HAN: (to Luke) You in, kid? Okay, stay sharp!








INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORTS -- COCKPIT.





        Chewbacca and Princess Leia search the heavens for attacking


        TIE fighters. The Wookiee pulls back on the speed controls as


        the ship bounces slightly.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- SOLO'S GUNPORT -- COCKPIT.





        Computer graphic readouts form on Solo's target screen, as Han


        reaches for controls.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORT -- COCKPIT.





        Luke sits in readiness for the attack, his hand on the laser


        cannon's control button.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





        Chewbacca spots the enemy ships and barks.





LEIA: (into intercom) Here they come!





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT -- POV (POINT OF VIEW) -- SPACE.





        The Imperial TIE fighters move towards the Millennium Falcon,


        one each veering off to the left and right of the pirateship.





INTERIOR: TIE FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        The stars whip past behind the Imperial pilot as he adjusts


        his maneuvering joy stick.





EXTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- IN SPACE.





        The TIE fighter races past the Falcon, firing laser beams as


        it passes.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- HOLD AREA.





        Threepio is seated in the hold area, next to Artoo-Detoo. The


        pirateship bounces and vibrates as the power goes out in the


        room and then comes back on.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT -- GUNPORTS.





        A TIE fighter maneuvers in front of Han, who follows it and


        fires at it with the laser cannon. Luke does likewise, as the


        fighter streaks into view. The ship has suffered a minor hit,


        and bounces slightly. 





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        Two TIE fighters dive down toward the pirateship.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORTS.





        Luke fires at an unseen fighter.





LUKE: They're coming in too fast!





EXTERIOR: SPACE -- MILLENNIUM FALCON/TIE FIGHTERS.





        Pan with pirateship as two TIE fighters charge through the


        background. Laserbolts streak from all the craft.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- CHEWBACCA.





        The ship shudders as a laserbolt hits very close to the


        cockpit. The Wookiee chatters something to Leia.





EXTERIOR: TIE FIGHTER -- SPACE.





        Full shot of a TIE fighter as it moves fast through the frame,


        firing on the pirate starship.





EXTERIOR: SPACE -- TIE FIGHTERS.





        The two TIE fighters fire a barrage of laserbeams at the


        pirateship.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- MAIN PASSAGEWAY.





        A laserbolt streaks into the side of the pirateship. The ship


        lurches violently, throwing poor Threepio into a cabinet fill


        of small computer chips.





THREEPIO: Oooh!





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT -- GUNPORTS.





        Leia watches the computer readout as Chewbacca manipulates the


        ship's controls.





LEIA: We've lost lateral controls.





HAN: Don't worry, she'll hold together.





           An enemy laserbolt hits the pirateship's control panel,


        causing it to blow out in a shower of sparks.





HAN: (to ship) You hear me, baby? Hold together!





           Artoo-Detoo advances toward the smoking sparking control


        panel, dousing the inferno by spraying it with fire retardant


        beeping all the while.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORT.





        Luke swivels in his gun mount, following the TIE fighter with


        his laser cannon.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORT.





        Solo aims his laser cannon at the enemy fighter.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        A TIE fighter streaks in front of the starship.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





        Leia watches the TIE fighter ship fly over.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        A TIE fighter heads right for the pirateship, then zooms


        overhead.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORTS.





        Luke follows the TIE fighter across his field of view, firing


        laserbeams from his cannon.





EXTERIOR: TIE FIGHTER.





        A TIE fighter dives past the pirateship.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORTS.





        Luke fires at a TIE fighter. At his port, Han follows a


        fighter in his sights, releasing a blast of laserfire. He


        connects, and the fighter explodes into fiery dust. Han laughs


        victoriously.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        Two TIE fighters move toward and over the Millennium Falcon,


        unleashing a barrage of laserbolts at the ship.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORTS.





        Another TIE fighter moves in on the pirateship and Luke,


        smiling, fires the laser cannon at it, scoring a spectacular


        direct hit.





LUKE: Got him! I got him!





           Han turns and gives Luke a victory wave which Luke


        gleefully returns.





HAN: Great kid! Don't get cocky.





           Han turns back to his laser cannon.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        Two more TIE fighters cross in front of the pirateship.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT





        While Chewbacca manipulates the controls, Leia turns, looking


        over her shoulder out the ports.





LEIA: There are still two more of them out there!





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        A TIE fighter moves up over the pirateship, firing laserblasts


        at it.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORTS.





        Luke and Han look into their respective projected target


        screens. An Imperial fighter crosses Solo's port, and Han


        swivels in his chair, following it with blasts from his laser


        cannon. Another fighter crosses Luke's port, and he reacts in


        a like manner, the glow of his target screen lighting his


        face.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The TIE fighter zooms toward the pirateship, firing


        destructive blasts at it.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORTS.





        Luke fires a laserblast at the approaching enemy fighter, and


        it bursts into a spectacular explosion. Luke's projected


        screen gives a readout of the hit. The pirateship bounces


        slightly as it is struck by the enemy fire.





EXTERIOR: SPACE -- TIE FIGHTER.





        The last of the attacking Imperial TIE fighters looms in,


        firing upon the Falcon.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- GUNPORT.





        Solo swivels behind his cannon, his aim describing the arc of


        the TIE fighter. The fighter comes closer, firing at the


        pirateship, but a well-aimed blast from Solo's laser cannon


        hits the attacker, which blows up in a small atomic shower of


        burning fragments.





LUKE: (laughing) That's it! We did it!





           The princess jumps up and gives Chewie a congratulatory


        hug.





LEIA: We did it!





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- PASSAGEWAY.





        Threepio lies on the floor of the ship, completely tangled in


        the smoking, sparking wires.





THREEPIO: Help! I think I'm melting! (to Artoo) This is all your


fault.





           Artoo turns his dome from side to side, beeping in


        response.





EXTERIOR: SPACE -- MILLENNIUM FALCON.





        The victorious Millennium Falcon moves off majestically


        through space.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CONTROL ROOM.





        Darth Vader strides into the control room, where Tarkin is


        watching the huge view screen. A sea of stars is before him.





TARKIN: Are they away?





VADER: They have just made the jump into hyperspace.





TARKIN: You're sure the homing beacon is secure aboard their ship? I'm


taking an awful risk, Vader. This had better work.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





        Han, removes his gloves and smiling, is at the controls of the


        ship. Chewie moves into the aft section to check the damage.


        Leia is seated near Han.





HAN: Not a bad bit of rescuing, huh? You know, sometimes I even amaze


myself.





LEIA: That doesn't sound too hard. Besides, they let us go. It's the


only explanation for the ease of our escape.





HAN: Easy...you call that easy?





LEIA: Their tracking us!





HAN: Not this ship, sister.





           Frustrated, Leia shakes her head.





LEIA: At least the information in Artoo is still intact.





HAN: What's so important? What's he carrying?





LEIA: The technical readouts of that battle station. I only hope that


when the data is analyzed, a weakness can be found. It's not over yet!





HAN: It is for me, sister! Look, I ain't in this for your revolution,


and I'm not in it for you, Princess. I expect to be well paid. I'm in


it for the money!





LEIA: You needn't worry about your reward. If money is all that you


love, then that's what you'll receive!





           She angrily turns, and as she starts out of the cockpit,


        passes Luke coming in.





LEIA: Your friend is quite a mercenary. I wonder if he really cares


about anything...or anyone.





LUKE: I care!





           Luke, shaking his head, sits in the copilot seat. He and


        Han stare out at the vast blackness of space.





LUKE: So...what do you think of her, Han?





HAN: I'm trying not to, kid!





LUKE: (under his breath) Good...





HAN: Still, she's got a lot of spirit. I don't know, what do you


think? Do you think a princess and a guy like me...





LUKE: No!





           Luke says it with finality and looks away. Han smiles at


        young Luke's jealousy.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND FOURTH MOON OF YAVIN.





        The battered pirateship drifts into orbit around the planet


        Yavin and proceeds to one of its tiny green moons.





EXTERIOR: FOURTH MOON OF YAVIN.





        The pirateship soars over the dense jungle.





EXTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST.





        An alert guard, his laser gun in hand, scans the countryside.


        He sets the gun down and looks toward the temple, barely


        visible in the foliage.





EXTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- JUNGLE TEMPLE.





        Rotting in a forest of gargantuan trees, an ancient temple


        lies shrouded in an eerie mist. The air is heavy with the


        fantastic cries of unimaginable creatures. Han, Luke and the


        others are greeted by the Rebel troops.


           Luke and the group ride into the massive temple on an


        armored military speeder.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI -- MAIN HANGAR DECK.





        The military speeder stops in a huge spaceship hangar, set up


        in the interior of the crumbling temple. Willard, the


        commander of the Rebel forces, rushes up to the group and


        gives Leia a big hug. Every one is pleased to see her.





WILLARD: (holding Leia) You're safe! We had feared the worst.





           Willard composes himself, steps back and bows formally.





WILLARD: When we heard about Alderaan, we were afraid that you were...


lost along with your father.





LEIA: We don't have time for our sorrows, Commander. The battle


station has surely tracked us here (looking pointedly to Han). It's


the only explanation for the ease of our escape. You must use the


information in this R2 unit to plan the attack. It is our only hope.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The surface of the Death Star ominously approaches the red


        planet Yavin.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CONTROL ROOM.





        Grand Moff Tarkin and Lord Vader are interrupted in their


        discussion by the buzz of the comlink. Tarkin moves to answer


        the call.





TARKIN: Yes.





DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE: We are approaching the planet Yavin. The


Rebel base is on a moon on the far side. We are preparing to orbit the


planet.





EXTERIOR: YAVIN -- JUNGLE.





        A lone guard stands in a tower high above the Yavin landscape,


        surveying the countryside. A mist hangs over the jungle of


        twisted green.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI -- WAR ROOM BRIEFING AREA.





        Dodonna stands before a large electronic wall display. Leia


        and several other senators are to one side of the giant


        readout. The low-ceilinged room is filled with starpilots,


        navigators, and a sprinkling of R2-type robots. Everyone is


        listening intently to what Dodonna is saying. Han and


        Chewbacca are standing near the back.





DODONNA: The battle station is heavily shielded and carries a


firepower greater than half the star fleet. It's defenses are designed


around a direct large-scale assault. A small one-man fighter should be


able to penetrate the outer defense.





           Gold Leader, a rough looking man in his early thirties,


        stands and addresses Dodonna.





GOLD LEADER: Pardon me for asking, sir, but what good are snub


fighters going to be against that?





DODONNA: Well, the Empire doesn't consider a small one-man fighter to


be any threat, or they'd have a tighter defense. An analysis of the


plans provided by Princess Leia has demonstrated a weakness in the


battle station.





           Artoo-Detoo stands next to a similar robot, makes beeping


        sounds, and turns his head from right to left.





DODONNA: The approach will not be easy. You are required to maneuver


straight down this trench and skim the surface to this point. The


target area is only two meters wide. It's a small thermal exhaust


port, right below the main port. The shaft leads directly to the


reactor system. A precise hit will start a chain reaction which should


destroy the station.





           A murmer of disbelief runs through the room.





DODONNA: Only a precise hit will set up a chain reaction. The shaft is


ray-shielded, so you'll have to use proton torpedoes.





           Luke is sitting next to Wedge Antilles, a hotshot pilot


        about sixteen years old.





WEDGE: That's impossible, even for a computer.





LUKE: It's not impossible. I used to bull's-eye womp rats in my


T-sixteen back home. They're not much bigger than two meters.





DODONNA: Man your ships! And may the Force be with you!





           The group rises and begins to leave.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The Death Star begins to move around the planet toward the


        tiny green moon.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Tarkin and Vader watch the computer projected screen with


        interest, as a circle of lights intertwines around one another


        on the screen showing it's position in relation to Yavin and


        the forth moon.





DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE: Orbiting the planet at maximum velocity.


The moon with the Rebel base will be in range in thirty minutes.





VADER: This will be a day long remembered. It has seen the end of


Kenobi and it will soon see the end of the Rebellion.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- MAIN HANGAR DECK.





        Luke, Threepio and little Artoo enter the huge spaceship


        hangar and hurry along a long line of gleaming spacefighters.


        Flight crews rush around loading last-minute armaments and


        unlocking power couplings. In an area isolated from this


        activity Luke finds Han and Chewbacca loading small boxes onto


        an armored speeder.





MAN'S VOICE: (over loudspeaker) All flight trooper, man your stations.


All flight troops, man your stations.





           Han is deliberately ignoring the activity of the fighter


        pilots' preparation. Luke is quite saddened at the sight of


        his friend's departure.





LUKE: So...you got your reward and you're just leaving then?





HAN: That's right, yeah! I got some old debts I've got to pay off with


this stuff. Even if I didn't, you don't think I'd be fool enough to


stick around here, do you? Why don't you come with us? You're pretty


good in a fight. I could use you.





LUKE: (getting angry) Come on! Why don't you take a look around? You


know what's about to happen, what they're up against. They could use a


good pilot like you. You're turning your back on them.





HAN: What good's a reward if you ain't around to use it? Besides,


attacking that battle station ain't my idea of courage. It's more like


suicide.





LUKE: All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that's


what you're best at, isn't it?





           Luke goes off and Han hesitates, then calls to him.





HAN: Hey, Luke...may the Force be with you!





           Luke turns and sees Han wink at him. Luke lifts his hand in


        a small wave and then goes off. 


           Han turns to Chewie who growls at his captain,





HAN: What're you lookin' at? I know what I'm doing.





INTERIOR: MAIN HANGAR DECK -- LUKE'S SHIP.





        Luke, Leia, and Dodonna meet under a huge space fighter.





LEIA: What's wrong?





LUKE: Oh, it's Han! I don't know, I really thought he'd change his


mind. 





LEIA: He's got to follow his own path. No one can choose it for him.





LUKE: I only wish Ben were here.





           Leia gives Luke a little kiss, turns, and goes off. As Luke


        heads for his ship, another pilot rushes up to him and grabs


        his arm.





BIGGS: Luke! I don't believe it! How'd you get here...are you going


out with us?!





LUKE: Biggs! Of course, I'll be up there with you! Listen, have I got


some stories to tell...





           Red Leader, a rugged handsome man in his forties, comes up


        behind Luke and Biggs. He has the confident smile of a born


        leader.





RED LEADER: Are you...Luke Skywalker? Have you been checked out on the


Incom T-sixty-five?





BIGGS: Sir, Luke is the best bushpilot in the outer rim territories.





           Red Leader pats Luke on the back as they stop in front of


        his fighter.





RED LEADER: I met your father once when I was just a boy, he was a


great pilot. You'll do all right. If you've got half of your father's


skill, you'll do better than all right.





LUKE: Thank you, sir. I'll try.





           Red Leader hurries to his own ship.





BIGGS: I've got to get aboard. Listen, you'll tell me your stories


when we come back. All right?





LUKE: I told you I'd make it someday, Biggs.





BIGGS: (going off) You did, all right. It's going to be like old


times, Luke. We're a couple of shooting stars that'll never be


stopped!





           Luke laughs and shakes his head in agreement. He heads for


        his ship.


           As Luke begins to climb up the ladder into his sleek,


        deadly spaceship, the crew chief, who is working on the craft,


        points to little Artoo, who is being hoisted into a socket on


        the back of the fighter.





CHIEF: This R2 unit of your seems a bit beat up. Do you want a new


one?





LUKE: Not on your life! That little droid and I have been through a


lot together. (to Artoo) You okay, Artoo?





           The crewmen lower Artoo-Detoo into the craft. Now a part of


        the exterior shell of the starship, the little droid beeps


        that he is fine.


           Luke climbs up into the cockpit of his fighter and puts an


        his helmet. Threepio looks on from the floor of the massive


        hangar as the crewmen secure his little electronic partner


        into Luke's X-wing. It's an emotional-filled moment as Artoo


        beeps good-bye.





CHIEF: Okay, easy she goes!





THREEPIO: Hang on tight,Artoo, you've got to come back.





           Artoo beeps in agreement.





THREEPIO: You wouldn't want my life to get boring, would you?





           Artoo whistles his reply.


           All final preparations are made for the approaching battle.


        The hangar is buzzing with the last minute activity as the


        pilots and crewmen alike make their final adjustments. The hum


        of activity is occasionally trespassed by the distorted voice


        of the loudspeaker issuing commands. Coupling hoses are


        disconnected from the ships as they are fueled. Cockpit


        shields roll smoothly into place over each pilot. A signalman,


        holding red guiding lights, directs the ships. Luke, a trace


        of a smile gracing his lips, peers about through his goggles.





BEN'S VOICE: Luke, the Force will be with you.





           Luke is confused at the voice and taps his headphones.





EXTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- JUNGLE.





        All that can be seen of the fortress is a lone guard standing


        on a small pedestal jutting out above the dense jungle. The


        muted gruesome crying sounds that naturally permeate this


        eerie purgatory are overwhelmed by the thundering din of ion


        rockets as four silver starships catapult from the foliage in


        a tight formation and disappears into the morning cloud cover.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        The princess, Threepio, and a field commander sit quietly


        before the giant display showing the planet Yavin and its four


        moons. The red dot that represents the Death Star moves ever


        closer to the system. A series of green dots appear around the


        fourth moon. A din of indistinct chatter fills the war room.





MASSASSI INTERCOM VOICE: Stand-by alert. Death Star approaching.


Estimated time to firing range, fifteen minutes.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The Death Star slowly moves behind the massive yellow surface


        of Yavin in the foreground, as many X-wing fighters flying in


        formation zoom toward us and out of the frame.





EXTERIOR: SPACE -- ANOTHER ANGLE.





        Light from a distant sun creates an eerie atmospheric glow


        around a huge planet, Yavin. Rebel fighters flying in


        formation settle ominously in the foreground and very slowly


        pull away.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER STARSHIP -- COCKPIT.





        Red Leader lowers his visor and adjusts his gun sights,


        looking to each side at his wing men.





RED LEADER: All wings report in.





INTERIOR: ANOTHER COCKPIT.





        One of the Rebel fighters checks in through his mike.





RED TEN: Red Ten standing by.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.





        Biggs checks his fighter's controls, alert and ready for


        combat.





RED SEVEN: (over Biggs' headset) Red Seven standing by.





BIGGS: Red Three standing by.





INTERIOR: PORKINS' COCKPIT.





PORKINS: Red Six standing by.





RED NINE: (over headset) Red Nine standing by.





INTERIOR: WEDGE'S FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





WEDGE: Red Two standing by.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





RED ELEVEN: (over headset) Red Eleven standing by.





LUKE: Red Five standing by.





EXTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER





        Artoo-Detoo, in position outside of the fighter, turns his


        head from side to side and makes beeping sounds.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





RED LEADER: Lock S-foils in attack position.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The group of X-wing fighters move in formation toward the


        Death Star, unfolding the wings and locking them in the "X"


        position.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT





READ LEADER: (over headset) We're passing through their magnetic


field.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





RED LEADER: Hold tight!





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke adjusts his controls as he concentrates on the


        approaching Death Star. The ship begins to be buffeted


        slightly.





RED LEADER: (over headset) Switch your deflectors on.





INTERIOR: ANOTHER COCKPIT.





RED LEADER: (over headset) Double front!





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The fighters, now X-shaped darts, move in formation. The Death


        Star now appears to be a small moon growing rapidly in size as


        the Rebel fighters approach. Complex patterns on the metallic


        surface begin to become visible. A large dish antenna is built


        into the surface on one side.





INTERIOR: WEDGE'S COCKPIT.





        Wedge is amazed and slightly frightened at the awesome


        spectacle.





WEDGE: Look at the size of that thing!





RED LEADER: (over headset) Cut the chatter, Red Two.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





RED LEADER: Accelerate to attack speed. This is it, boys!





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        As the fighters move closer to the Death Star, the awesome


        size of the gargantuan Imperial fortress is revealed. Half of


        the deadly space station is in shadow and this area sparkles


        with thousands of small lights running in thin lines and


        occasionally grouped in large clusters; somewhat like a city


        at night as seen from a weather satellite.





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S COCKPIT.





GOLD LEADER: Red Leader, this is Gold Leader.





RED LEADER: (over headset) I copy, Gold Leader.





GOLD LEADER: We're starting for the target shaft now.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





        Red Leader looks around at his wingmen; the Death Star looming


        in from behind. Two Y-wing fighters bob back and forth in the


        background. He moves his computer targeting device into


        position.





RED LEADER: We're in position. I'm going to cut across the axis and


try and draw their fire.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        Two squads of Rebel fighters peel off. The X-wings dive


        towards the Death Star surface. A thousand lights glow across


        the dark grey expanse of the huge station.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Alarm sirens scream as soldiers scramble to large turbo-


        powered laser gun emplacements. Electronic drivers rotate the


        huge guns into position as crew adjust their targeting


        devices.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Laserbolts streak through the star-filled night. The Rebel


        X-wing fighters move in toward the Imperial base, as the Death


        Star aims its massive laser guns at the Rebel forces and


        fires.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Princess Leia listens to the battle over the intercom.


        Threepio is at her side.





WEDGE: (over war room speaker system) Heavy fire, boss! Twenty-degrees.





RED LEADER: (over speaker) I see it. Stay low.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        An X-wing zooms across the surface of the Death Star.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Technical crews scurry here and there loading last-minute


        armaments and unlocking power cables.





INTERIOR: WEDGE'S COCKPIT.





        Wedge maneuvers his fighter toward the menacing Death Star.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        X-wings continue in their attack course on the Death Star.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke nosedives radically, starting his attack on the monstrous


        fortress. The Death Star surface streaks past the cockpit


        window.





LUKE: This is Red Five; I'm going in!





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        Luke's X-wing races toward the Death Star. Laserbolts streak


        from Luke's weapons, creating a huge fireball explosion on the


        dim surface.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Terror crosses Luke's face as he realizes he won't be able to


        pull out in time to avoid the fireball.





BIGGS: (over headset) Luke, pull up!





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF DEATH STAR.





        Luke's ship emerges from the fireball, with the leading edges


        of his wings slightly scorched.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.





BIGGS: Are you all right?





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke adjusts his controls and breathes a sigh of relief. Flak


        bursts outside the cockpit window.





LUKE: I got a little cooked, but I'm okay.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Rebel fighters continue to strafe the Death Star's surface


        with laserbolts.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Walls buckle and cave in. Troops and equipment are blown in


        all directions. Stormtroopers stagger out of the rubble.


        Standing in the middle of the chaos, a vision of calm and


        foreboding, is Darth Vader. One of his Astro-Officers rushes


        up to him.





ASTRO-OFFICER: We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord Vader. But they're so


small they're evading our turbo-lasers!





VADER: We'll have to destroy them ship to ship. Get the crews to their


fighters.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Smoke belches from the giant laser guns as they wind up their


        turbine generators to create sufficient power. The crew rushes


        about preparing for another blast. Even the troopers head gear


        is not adequate to protect them from the overwhelming noise of


        the monstrous weapon. One troopers bangs his helmet with his


        hand in an attempt to stop the ringing.





INTERIOR: READ LEADER'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        Red Leader flies through a heavy hail of flak.





RED LEADER: Luke, let me know when you're going in.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        The Red Leader's X-wing flies past Luke as he puts his nose


        down and starts his attack dive.





LUKE: I'm on my way in now...





RED LEADER: Watch yourself! There's a lot of fire coming from the


right side of that deflection tower.





LUKE: I'm on it.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Luke flings his X-wing into a twisting dive across the horizon


        and down onto the dim grey surface.





EXTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING TRAVELING.





        A shot hurls from Luke's guns. Laserbolts streak toward the


        onrushing Death Star surface. Several small radar emplacements


        erupt in flame. Laserfire erupts from a protruding tower on


        the surface.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        The blurry Death Star surface races past the cockpit window as


        a big smile sweeps across Luke's face at the success of his


        run. Flak thunders on all sides of him.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        The Death Star superstructure races past Luke as he maneuvers


        his craft through a wall of laserfire and peels away from the


        surface towards the heavens.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        The thunder and smoke of the big guns reverberate throughout


        the massive structure. Many soldiers rush about in the smoke


        and chaos, silhouetted by the almost continual flash of


        explosions.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        Biggs dives through a forest of radar domes, antennae, and gun


        towers as he shoots low across the Death Star surface. A dense


        barrage of laserfire streaks by on all sides.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Imperial star pilots dash in unison to a line of small


        auxiliary hatches that lead to Imperial TIE fighters.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Princess Leia, surrounded by her generals and aides, paces


        nervously before a lighted computer table. On all sides


        technicians work in front of many lighted glass walls. Dodonna


        watches quietly from one corner. One of the officers working


        over a screen speaks into his headset.





CONTROL OFFICER: Squad leaders, we've picked up a new group of


signals. Enemy fighters coming your way.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        Luke looks around to see if he can spot the approaching


        Imperial fighters.





LUKE: My scope's negative. I don't see anything.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S X-WING -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        The Death Star's surface sweeps past as Red Leader searches


        the sky for the Imperial fighters. Flak pounds at his ship.





RED LEADER: Keep up your visual scanning. With all this jamming,


they'll be on top of you before your scope can pick them up.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Silhouetted against the rim lights of the Death Star horizon,


        four ferocious Imperial TIE ships dive on the Rebel fighters.


        Two of the TIE fighters peel off and drop out of frame. Pan


        with the remaining two TIE ships.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        Biggs panics when he discovers a TIE ship on his tail. The


        horizon in the background twists around as he peels off,


        hoping to lose the Imperial fighter.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





RED LEADER: Biggs! You've picked one up...watch it!





BIGGS: I can't see it! Where is he?!





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Biggs zooms off the surface and into space, closely followed


        by an Imperial TIE fighter. The TIE ship fires several


        laserbolts at Biggs, but misses.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        Biggs see the TIE ship behind him and swings around, trying to


        avoid him.





BIGGS: He's on me tight, I can't shake him...I can't shake him.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Biggs, flying at high altitude, peels off and dives toward the


        Death Star surface, but he is unable to lose the TIE fighter,


        who sticks close to his tail.





INTERIOR: X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        Luke is flying upside down. He rotates his ship around to


        normal attitude as he comes out of his dive.





LUKE: Hang on, Biggs, I'm coming in.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Biggs and the tailing TIE ship dive for the surface, now


        followed by a fast-gaining Luke. After Biggs dives out of


        sight, Luke chases the Imperial fighter.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        In the foreground, the Imperial fighter races across the Death


        Star's surface, closely followed by Luke in the background.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        There is a shot from Luke's X-wing of the TIE ship exploding


        in a mass of flames.





LUKE: Got him!





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Darth Vader strides purposefully down a Death Star corridor,


        flanked by Imperial stormtroopers.





VADER: Several fighters have broken off from the main group. Come with


me!





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        A concerned Princess Leia, Threepio, Dodonna, and other


        officers of the Rebellion stand around the huge round readout


        screen, listening to the ship-to-ship communication on the


        room's loudspeaker.





BIGGS: (over speaker) Pull in! Luke...pull in!





WEDGE: (over speaker) Watch your back, Luke!





INTERIOR LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





WEDGE: (over headset) Watch your back! Fighter's above you, coming in!





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        Luke's ship soars away from the Death Star's surface as he


        spots the tailing TIE fighter.





INTERIOR: TIE FIGHTER'S COCKPIT.





        The TIE pilot takes aim at Luke's X-wing.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The Imperial TIE fighter pilot scores a hit on Luke's ship.


        Fire breaks out on the right side of the X-wing.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks out of his cockpit at the flames on his ship.





LUKE: I'm hit, but not bad.





EXTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER.





        Smoke pours out from behind Artoo-Detoo.





LUKE'S VOICE: Artoo, see what you can do with it. Hang on back there.





        Green laserfire moves past the beeping little robot as his


        head turns.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Luke nervously works his controls.





RED LEADER: (over headset) Red Six...





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        In the war room, Leia stands frozen as she listens and worries


        about Luke.





RED LEADER: (over speaker) Can you see Red Five?





RED TEN: (over speaker) There's a heavy fire zone on this side. Red


Five, where are you?





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Luke spots the TIE fighter behind him and soars away from the


        Death Star surface.





LUKE: I can't shake him!





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Luke's ship soars closer to the surface of the Death Star, an


        Imperial TIE fighter closing in on him in hot pursuit.





INTERIOR: WEDGE'S COCKPIT.





        The Death Star whips below Wedge.





WEDGE: I'm on him, Luke!





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





WEDGE: (over headset) Hold on!





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Wedge dives across the horizon toward Luke and the TIE


        fighter.





INTERIOR: WEDGE'S COCKPIT.





        Wedge moves his X-wing in rapidly.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Luke reacts frantically.





LUKE: Blast it! Wedge where are you?





INTERIOR: TIE FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        The fighter pilot watches Wedge's X-wing approach. Another


        X-wing joins him, and both unleash a volley of laserfire on


        the Imperial fighter.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The TIE fighter explodes, filling the screen with white light.


        Luke's ship can be seen far in the distance.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks about in relief.





LUKE: Thanks, Wedge.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Leia, Threepio, Dodonna and other Rebel officers are listening


        to the Rebel Fighter's radio transmissions over the war room


        intercom.





BIGGS: (over speaker) Good shooting, Wedge!





GOLD LEADER: (over speaker) Red Leader...





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Gold Leader peels off and starts toward the long trenches at


        the Death Star surface pole.





GOLD LEADER: This is Gold Leader. We're starting out attack run.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Three Y-wing fighters of the Gold group dive out of the stars


        toward the Death Star surface.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Leia and the others are grouped around the screen, as


        technicians move about attending to their duties.





RED LEADER: (over speaker) I copy, Gold Leader. Move into position.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Three Imperial TIE ships in precise formation dive toward the


        Death Star surface.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Darth Vader calmly adjusts his control stick as the stars whip


        past in the window above his head.





VADER: Stay in attack formation!





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Technicians are seated at the computer readout table.





GOLD LEADER: (over speaker) The exhaust post is...





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





GOLD LEADER: ...marked and locked in!





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Gold Leader approaches the surface and pulls out to skim the


        surface of the huge station. The ship moves into a deep


        trench, firing laserbolts. The surface streaks past as


        laserfire is returned by the Death Star.





INTERIOR: GOLD FIVE'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT -- TRAVELING.





        Gold Five is a pilot in his early fifties with a very battered


        helmet that looks like it's been through many battles. He


        looks around to see if enemy ships are near. His fighter is


        buffeted by Imperial flak.





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Gold Leader races down the enormous trench that leads to the


        exhaust port. Laserbolts blast toward him in increasing


        numbers, occasionally exploding near the ship causing it to


        bounce about.





GOLD LEADER: Switch power to front deflector screens.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Three Y-wing skim the Death Star surface deep in the trench,


        as laserbolts streak past on all sides.





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR SURFACE -- GUN EMPLACEMENTS.





        An exterior surface gun blazes away at the oncoming Rebel


        fighters.





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





GOLD LEADER: How many guns do you think, Gold Five.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





GOLD FIVE: (over speaker) I'd say about twenty guns. Some on the


surface, some on the towers.





           Leia, Threepio, and the technicians view the projected


        target screen, as red and blue target lights glow. The red


        target near the center blinks on and off.





MASSASSI INTERCOM VOICE: (over speaker) Death Star will be in range in


five minutes. 





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





           The three Y-wing fighters race toward camera and zoom


        overhead through a hail of laserfire.





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





           Gold Leader pulls his computer targeting device down in


        front of his eye. Laserbolts continue to batter the Rebel


        craft.





GOLD LEADER: Switching to targeting computer.





INTERIOR: GOLD TWO'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





           Gold Two, a younger pilot about Luke's age, pulls down his


        targeting eye viewer and adjusts it. His ship shudders under


        intense laser barrage.





GOLD TWO: Computer's locked. Getting a signal.





           As the fighters begin to approach the target area, suddenly


        all the laserfire stops. An eerie clam clings over the trench


        as the surface whips past in a blur.





GOLD TWO: The guns...they've stopped!





EXTERIOR: GOLD FIVE'S COCKPIT.





        Gold Five looks behind him.





GOLD FIVE: Stabilize your read deflectors. Watch for enemy fighters.





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





GOLD LEADER: They've coming in! Three marks at two ten.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Three Imperial TIE ships, Darth Vader in the center flanked by


        two wingmen, dive in precise formation almost vertically


        toward the Death Star surface.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Darth Vader calmly adjusts his control stick as the stars zoom


        by.





VADER: I'll take them myself! Cover me!





WINGMAN'S VOICE: (over speaker) Yes, sir.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Three TIE fighters zoom across the surface of the Death Star.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader lines up Gold Two in his targeting computer. Vader's


        hands grip the control stick as he presses the button.





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT





        The cockpit explodes around Gold Two. His head falls forward.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        As Gold Two's ship explodes, debris is flung out into space.





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Gold Leader looks over his shoulder at the scene.





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR TRENCH.





        The three TIE fighters race along in the trench in a tight


        formation.





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Gold Leader panics.





GOLD LEADER: (into mike) I can't maneuver!





INTERIOR: GOLD FIVE'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Gold Five, the old veteran, trys to calm Gold Leader.





GOLD FIVE: Stay on target.





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





        The Death Star races by outside the cockpit window as he


        adjusts his targeting device.





GOLD LEADER: We're too close.





INTERIOR: GOLD FIVE'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





        The older pilot remains calm.





GOLD FIVE: Stay on target!





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Now he's really panicked.





GOLD LEADER: Loosen up!





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader calmly adjusts his targeting computer and pushes the


        fire button.





INTERIOR: GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Gold Leader's ship is hit by Vader's laser.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Gold Leader explodes in a ball of flames, throwing debris in


        all directions.






INTERIOR: GOLD FIVE'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Gold Five moves in on the exhaust port.





GOLD FIVE: Gold Five to Red Leader...





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks over his shoulder at the action outside of his


        cockpit.





GOLD FIVE: (over headset) Lost Tiree, lost Dutch.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





RED LEADER: I copy, Gold Five.





INTERIOR: GOLD FIVE'S Y-WING -- COCKPIT.





GOLD FIVE: They came from behind....





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        One of the engines explodes on Gold Five's Y-wing fighter,


        blazing out of control. He dives past the horizon toward the


        Death Star's surface, passing a TIE fighter during his


        descent. Gold Five, a veteran of countless campaigns, spins


        toward his death.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks nervously about him at the explosive battle.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CONTROL ROOM.





        Grant Moff Tarkin and a Chief Officer stand in the Death


        Star's control room.





OFFICER: We've analyzed their attack, sir, and there is a danger.


Should I have your ship standing by?





TARKIN: Evacuate? In out moment of triumph? I think you overestimate


their chances!





           Tarkin turns to the computer readout screen. Flames move


        around the green disk at the center of the screen, as numbers


        read across the bottom.





VOICE: (over speaker) Rebel base, three minutes and closing.





INTERIOR: READ LEADER'S COCKPIT.





        Red Leader looks over at his wingmen.





RED LEADER: Red Group, this is Red Leader.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Dodonna moves to the intercom as he fiddles with the computer


        keys.





RED LEADER: (over speaker) Rendezvous at mark six point one.





WEDGE: (over speaker) This is Red Two. Flying toward you.





BIGGS: (over speaker) Red Three, standing by.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT:





DODONNA: (over headset) Red Leader, this is Base One. Keep half your


group out of range for the next run.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





RED LEADER'S VOICE: (over headset) Copy, Base One. Luke, take Red Two


and Three. Hold up here and wait for my signal...to start your run.





           Luke nods his head.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        The X-wing fighters of Luke, Biggs, and Wedge fly in formation


        high above the Death Star's surface.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke peers out from his cockpit.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Two X-wings move across the surface of the Death Star. Red


        Leader's X-wing drops down to the surface leading to the


        exhaust port.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





        Red Leader looks around to watch for the TIE fighters. He


        begins to perspire.





RED LEADER: This is it!





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        Red Leader roams down the trench of the Death Star as lasers


        streak across the black heavens.





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR SURFACE -- GUN EMPLACEMENTS.





        A huge remote-control laser cannon fires at the approaching


        Rebel fighters.





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR TRENCH.





        The Rebel fighters evade the Imperial laser blasts.





INTERIOR: RED TEN'S COCKPIT.





        Red Ten looks around for the Imperial fighters.





RED TEN: We should be able to see it by now.





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR TRENCH.





        From the cockpits of the Rebel pilots, the surface of the


        Death Star streaks by, with Imperial laserfire shooting toward


        them.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





RED LEADER: Keep your eyes open for those fighters!





INTERIOR: RED TEN'S COCKPIT.





RED TEN: There's too much interference!





EXTERIOR: SPACE -- DEATH STAR TRENCH.





        Three X-wing fighters move in formation down the Death Star


        trench.





RED TEN'S VOICE: Red Five, can you see them from where you are?





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks down at the Death Star surface below.





LUKE: No sign of any...wait!





INTERIOR: RED TEN'S COCKPIT.





        Red Ten looks up and sees the Imperial fighters.





LUKE: (over headset) Coming in point three five.





RED TEN: I see them.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Three TIE fighters, Vader flanked by two wingmen, dive in a


        tight formation. The sun reflects off their dominate solar


        fins as they loop toward the Death Star's surface.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





        Red Leader pulls his targeting device in front of his eyes and


        makes several adjustments.





RED LEADER: I'm in range.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Red Leader's X-wing moves up the Death Star trench.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





RED LEADER: Target's coming up!





           Red Leader looks at his computer target readout screen. He


        then looks into his targeting device.





RED LEADER: Just hold them off for a few seconds.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader adjusts his control lever and dives on the X-wing


        fighters.





VADER: Close up formation.





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR TRENCH.





        The three TIE fighters move in formation across the Death Star


        surface.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





           Red Leader lines up his target on the targeting device


        cross hairs.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Vader and his wingmen zoom down the trench.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader rapidly approaches the two X-wings of Red Ten and Red


        Twelve. Vader's laser cannon flashes below the view of the


        front porthole. the X-wings show in the center of Vader's


        computer screen.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        Red Twelve's X-wing fighter is hit by Vader's laserfire, and


        it explodes into flames against the trench.





INTERIOR: RED TEN'S COCKPIT.





        Red Ten works at his controls furiously, trying to avoid


        Vader's fighter behind him.





RED TEN: You'd better let her loose.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





        Red Leader is concentrating on his targeting device.





RED LEADER: Almost there!





INTERIOR: RED TEN'S COCKPIT.





        Red Ten panics.





RED TEN: I can't hold them!





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Vader and his wingmen whip through the trench in pursuit of


        the Rebel fighters.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader cooly pushes the fire button on his control stick.





INTERIOR: RED TEN'S COCKPIT.





        Darth Vader's well-aimed laserfire proves to be unavoidable,


        and strikes Red Ten's ship. Red Ten screams in anguish and


        pain.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.  





        Red Ten's ship explodes and bursts into flames.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





        Grimly, Red Leader takes careful aim and watches his computer


        targeting device, which shows the target lined up in the cross


        hairs, and fires.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





RED LEADER: It's away!





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.   





        An armed Imperial stormtrooper is knocked to the floor from


        the attack explosion. Other troopers scurrying about the


        corridors are knocked against the wall and lose their balance.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Leia and the others stare at the computer screen.





RED NINE'S VOICE: (over speaker) It's a hit!





RED LEADER: (over speaker) Negative.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





        Red Leader looks back at the receding Death Star. Tiny


        explosions are visible in the distance.





RED LEADER: Negative! It didn't go in. It just impacted on the


surface.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR -- TIE FIGHTER.





        Darth Vader peels off in pursuit as Red Leader's X-wing passes


        the Death Star horizon.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader swings his ship around for the next kill.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





LUKE: (over headset) Red Leader, we're right above you. Turn to


point...





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke tries to spot Red Leader. He looks down at the Death Star


        surface.





LUKE: ...oh-five; we'll cover for you.





RED LEADER: (over headset) Stay there...





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





        A wary Red Leader looks about nervously.





RED LEADER: ...I just lost my starboard engine.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks excitedly toward Red Leader's X-wing.





RED LEADER: (over headset) Get set to make your attack run.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader's gloved hands make contact with the control sticks, and


        he presses their firing buttons.





INTERIOR: RED LEADER'S COCKPIT.





        Red Leader fights to gain control of his ship.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Laserbolts are flung from Vader's TIE fighter, connecting with


        Red Leader's Rebel X-wing fighter. Red Leader buys it,


        creating a tremendous explosion far below. He screams and is


        destroyed.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks out the window of his X-wing at the explosion far


        below. For the first time, he feels the helplessness of his


        situation.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Grand Moff Tarkin casts a sinister eye at the computer screen.





DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE: Rebel base, one minute and closing.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Dodonna and Princess Leia, with Threepio beside them, listen


        intently to the talk between the pilots. The room is grim


        after Red Leader's death. Princess Leia nervously paces the


        room.





LUKE: (over speaker) Biggs, Wedge, let's close it up. We're going in.


We're going in full throttle.





INTERIOR: WEDGE'S COCKPIT.





        The horizon twists as Wedge begins to pull out.





WEDGE: Right with you, boss.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.  





        The two X-wings peel off against a background of stars and


        dive toward the Death Star.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.





BIGGS: Luke, at that speed will you be able to pull out in time?





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





LUKE: It'll be just like Beggar's Canyon back home.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        The three X-wings move in, unleashing a barrage of laserfire.


        Laserbolts are returned from the Death Star.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.





        Luke's lifelong friend struggles with his controls.





BIGGS: We'll stay back far enough to cover you.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S COCKPIT.





        Flak and laserbolts flash outside Luke's cockpit window.





WEDGE: (over headset) My scope shows the tower, but I can't see the


exhaust port! Are you sure the computer can hit it?





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- GUN EMPLACEMENTS.





        The Death Star laser cannon slowly rotates as it shoots


        laserbolts.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks around for the Imperial TIE fighters. He thinks for


        a moment and then moves his targeting device into position.





LUKE: Watch yourself! Increase speed full throttle!





INTERIOR: WEDGE'S COCKPIT.





        Wedge looks excitedly about for any sign of the TIE fighters.





WEDGE: What about the tower?





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





LUKE: You worry about those fighters! I'll worry about the tower!





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR SURFACE.





        Luke's X-wing streaks through the trench, firing lasers.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke breaks into a nervous sweat as the laserfire is returned,


        knicking one of his wings close to the engine.





LUKE: (to Artoo) Artoo...that, that stabilizer's broken loose again!


See if you can't lock it down!





EXTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER.





        Artoo works to repair the damages. The canyon wall rushes by


        in the background, making his delicate task seem even more


        precarious.





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Two laser cannons are firing on the Rebel fighters.





INTERIOR: WEDGE'S COCKPIT.





        Wedge looks up and sees the TIE ships.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke's targeting device marks off the distance to the target.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Vader and his wingmen zoom closer.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader adjusts his controls and fires laserbolts at two X-wings


        flying down the trench. He scores a direct hit on Wedge.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Leia and the others are grouped around the computer board.





WEDGE: (over speaker) I'm hit! I can't stay with you.





LUKE: (over speaker) Get clear, Wedge.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





LUKE: You can't do any more good back there!





INTERIOR: WEDGE'S COCKPIT.





WEDGE: Sorry!





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Wedge pulls his crippled X-wing back away from the battle.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader watches the escape but issues a command to his wingmen.





VADER: Let him go! Stay on the leader!





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Luke's X-wing speeds down the trench; the three TIE fighters,


        still in perfect unbroken formation, tail close behind.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.





        Biggs looks around at the TIE fighters. He is worried.





BIGGS: Hurry, Luke, they're coming in much faster this time. I can't


hold them!





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        The three TIE fighters move ever closer, closing in on Luke


        and Biggs.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks back anxiously at little Artoo.





LUKE: Artoo, try and increase the power!





EXTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER.





        Ignoring the bumpy ride, flak, and lasers, a beeping


        Artoo-Detoo struggles to increase the power, his dome turning


        from side to side.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Stealthily, the TIE formation creeps closer.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.






        Vader adjusts his control stick.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.





        Biggs looks around at the TIE fighters.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER.





        Luke looks into his targeting device. He moves it away for a


        moment and ponders its use. He looks back into the computer


        targeter.





BIGGS: (over headset) Hurry up, Luke!





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Vader and his wingmen race through the Death Star trench.


        Biggs moves in to cover for Luke, but Vader gains on him.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.





        Biggs sees the TIE fighter aiming at him.





BIGGS: Wait!





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader squeezes the fire button on his controls.





INTERIOR: BIGGS' COCKPIT.





        Biggs' cockpit explodes around him, lighting him in red.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Biggs' ship bursts into a million flaming bits and scatters


        across the surface.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Leia and the others stare at the computer board.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING COCKPIT.





        Luke is stunned by Biggs' death. His eyes are watering, but


        his anger is also growing.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CONTROL ROOM.





        Grand Moff Tarkin watches the projected target screen with


        satisfaction.





DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE: Rebel base, thirty seconds and closing.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader takes aim on Luke and talks to the wingmen.





VADER: I'm on the leader.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR -- LUKE'S SHIP.





        Luke's ship streaks through the trench of the Death Star.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Princess Leia returns her general's worried and doubtful


        glances with solid, grim determination. Threepio seems nervous.





THREEPIO: Hang on, Artoo!





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Luke concentrates on his targeting device.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Three TIE fighters charge away down the trench toward Luke.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader's finger's curls around the control stick.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Luke adjusts the lens of his targeting device.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Luke's ship charges down the trench.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Luke lines up the yellow cross-hair lines of the targeting


        device's screen. He looks into the targeting device, then


        starts at a voice he hears.





BEN'S VOICE: Use the Force, Luke.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        The Death Star trench zooms by.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks up, then starts to look back into the targeting


        device. He has second thoughts.





BEN'S VOICE: Let go, Luke.





           A grim determination sweeps across Luke's face as he closes


        his eyes and starts to mumble Ben's training to himself.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Luke's fighter streaks through the trench.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





VADER: The Force is strong with this one!





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Vader follows Luke's X-wing down the trench.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks to the targeting device, then away as he hears


        Ben's voice.





BEN'S VOICE: Luke, trust me.





           Luke's hand reaches for the control panel and presses the


        button. The targeting device moves away.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Leia and the others stand watching the projected screen.





BASE VOICE: (over speaker) His computer's off. Luke, you switched off


your targeting computer. What's wrong?





LUKE: (over speaker) Nothing. I'm all right.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Luke's ship streaks ever close to the exhaust port.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks at the Death Star surface streaking by.





EXTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER.





        Artoo-Detoo turns his head from side to side, beeping in


        anticipation.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        The three TIE fighters, manned by Vader and his two wingmen,


        follow Luke's X-wing down the trench.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader maneuvers his controls as he looks at his doomed target.


        He presses the fire buttons on his control sticks. Laserfire


        shoots toward Luke's X-wing fighter.





EXTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER.





        A large burst of Vader's laserfire engulfs Artoo. The arms go


        limp on the smoking little droid as he makes a high-pitched


        sound.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks frantically back over his shoulder at Artoo.





EXTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER.





        Smoke billows out around little Artoo and sparks begin to fly.





LUKE: I've lost Artoo!





           Artoo's beeping sounds die out.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Leia and the others stare intently at the projected screen,


        while Threepio watches the Princess. Lights representing the


        Death Star and targets glow brightly.





MASSASSI INTERCOM VOICE: The Death Star has cleared the planet. The


Death Star has cleared the planet.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CONTROL ROOM.





        Tarkin glares at the projected target screen.





DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE: Rebel base, in range.





TARKIN: You may fire when ready.





DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE: Commence primary ignition.





           An officer reaches up and pushes buttons on the control


        panel, as green lighted buttons turn to red.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        The three TIE fighters zoom down the Death Star trench in


        pursuit of Luke, never breaking formation.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S COCKPIT.





        Luke looks anxiously at the exhaust port.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader adjusts his control sticks, checking his projected


        targeting screen.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Luke's ship barrels down the trench.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader's targeting computer swings around into position. Vader


        takes careful aim on Luke's X-wing fighter.





VADER: I have you now.





           He pushes the fire buttons.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        The three TIE fighters move in on Luke. As Vader's center


        fighter unleashes a volley of laserfire, one of the TIE ships


        at his side is hit and explodes into flame. The two remaining


        ships continue to move in.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks about, wondering whose laserfire destroyed Vader's


        wingman.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader is taken by surprise, and looks out from his cockpit.





VADER: What?





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S WINGMAN -- COCKPIT.





        Vader's wingman searches around him trying to locate the


        unknown attacker.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





        Han and Chewbacca grin from ear to ear.





HAN: (yelling) Yahoo!





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        The Millennium Falcon heads right at the two TIE fighters.


        It's a collision course.





INTERIOR: WINGMAN'S COCKPIT.





        The wingman spots the pirateship coming at him and warns the


        Dark Lord.





WINGMAN: Look out!





EXTERIOR: DEATH STAR TRENCH.





        Vader's wingman panics at the sight of the oncoming pirate


        starship and veers radically to one side, colliding with


        Vader's TIE fighter in the process. Vader's wingman crashes


        into the side wall of the trench and explodes. Vader's damaged


        ship spins out of the trench with a damaged wing.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Vader's ship spins out of control with a bent solar fin,


        heading for deep space.





INTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT.





        Vader turns round and round in circles as his ship spins


        into space.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Solo's ship moves in toward the Death Star trench.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





        Solo, smiling, speaks to Luke over his headset mike.





HAN: (into mike) You're all clear, kid.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- WAR ROOM.





        Leia and the others listen to Solo's transmission.





HAN: (over speaker) Now let's blow this thing and go home!





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke looks up and smiles. He concentrates on the exhaust port,


        then fires his laser torpedoes.





EXTERIOR: SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR.





        Luke's torpedoes shoot toward the port and seems to simply


        disappear into the surface and not explode. But the shots do


        find their mark and have gone into the exhaust port and are


        heading for the main reactor.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke throws his head back in relief.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        An Imperial soldier runs to the control panel board and pulls


        the attack lever as the board behind him lights up.





INTERCOM VOICE: Stand by to fire at Rebel base.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        Two X-wings, a Y-wing, and the pirateship race toward Yavin in


        the distance.





INTERIOR: DEATH STAR.





        Several Imperial soldiers, flanking a pensive Grand Moff


        Tarkin, busily push control levers and buttons.





INTERCOM VOICE: Standing by.





           The rumble of a distant explosion begins.





EXTERIOR: SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR.





        The Rebel ships race out of sight, leaving the moon-like Death


        Star alone against a blanket of stars. Several small flashes


        appear on the surface. The Death Star bursts into a supernova,


        creating a spectacular heavenly display.





INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.





HAN: Great shot, kid. That was one in a million.





INTERIOR: LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER -- COCKPIT.





        Luke is at ease, and his eyes are closed.





BEN'S VOICE: Remember, the Force will be with you...always.





           The ship rocks back and forth.





EXTERIOR: DARTH VADER'S TIE FIGHTER.





        Vader's ship spins off into space.





EXTERIOR: SPACE.





        The Rebel ships race toward the fourth moon of Yavin.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- MAIN HANGAR.





        Luke climbs out of his starship fighter and is cheered by a


        throng of ground crew and pilots. Luke climbs down the ladder


        as they all welcome him with laughter, cheers, and shouting.


           Princess Leia rushes toward him.





LEIA: Luke! Luke! Luke!





           She throws her arms around Luke and hugs him as they dance


        around in a circle. Solo runs in toward Luke and they embrace


        one another, slapping each other on the back.





HAN: (laughing) Hey! Hey!





LUKE: (laughing) I knew you'd come back! I just knew it!





HAN: Well, I wasn't gonna let you get all the credit and take all the


reward.





           Luke and Han look at one another, as Solo playfully shoves


        at Luke's face. Leia moves in between them.





LEIA: (laughing) Hey, I knew there was more to you than money.





           Luke looks toward the ship.





LUKE: Oh, no!





        The fried little Artoo-Detoo is lifted off the back of the


        fighter and carried off under the worried eyes of Threepio.





THREEPIO: Oh, my! Artoo! Can you hear me? Say something! (to mechanic)


You can repair him, can't you?





TECHNICIAN: We'll get to work on him right away.





THREEPIO: You must repair him! Sir, if any of my circuits or gears


will help, I'll gladly donate them.





LUKE: He'll be all right.





INTERIOR: MASSASSI OUTPOST -- MAIN THRONE ROOM.





        Luke, Han, and Chewbacca enter the huge ruins of the main


        temple. Hundreds of troops are lined up in neat rows. Banners


        are flying and at the far end stands a vision in white, the


        beautiful young Senator Leia. Luke and the others solemnly


        march up the long aisle and kneel before Senator Leia. From


        one side of the temple marches a shined-up and fully repaired


        Artoo-Detoo. He waddles up to the group and stands next to an


        equally pristine Threepio, who is rather awestruck by the


        whole event. Chewbacca is confused. Dodonna and several other


        dignitaries sit on the left of the Princess Leia. Leia is


        dressed in a long white dress and is staggeringly beautiful.


        She rises and places a gold medallion around Han's neck. He


        winks at her. She then repeats the ceremony with Luke, who is


        moved by the event. They turn and face the assembled troops,


        who all bow before them. Chewbacca growls and Artoo beeps with


        happiness.





                                    FADE OUT





                             END CREDITS OVER STARS


                                        


                                    THE END








                            -----------------------








                                    CREDITS





                            Written and Directed by


                                  GEORGE LUCAS


                                  Produced by


                                   GARY KURTZ





                                    STARRING


                  MARK HAMILL   HARRISON FORD   CARRIE FISHER


                                 PETER CUSHING


                               and ALEC GUINNESS


                                      with


                  ANTHONY DANIELS, KENNY BAKER, PETER MAYHEW,


                     DAVID PROWSE, JACK PURVIS, EDDIE BYRNE


                                        


                              Production Designer


                                   JOHN BARRY


                            Director of Photography


                             GILBERT TAYLOR, B.S.C.


                                    Music by


                                 JOHN WILLIAMS


           Performed by The London Symphony Orchestra; Original Music


                   Copyright 1977 by Fox Fanfare Music, Inc.


                    Special Photographic Effects Supervisor


                                  JOHN DYKSTRA


              Special Production and Mechanical Effects Supervisor


                                  JOHN STEARS


                                 Film Editiors


                    PAUL HIRSCH, MARCIA LUCAS, RICHARD CHEW


                             Production Supervisor


                                  ROBERT WATTS


                            Production Illustration


                                RALPH McQUARRIE


                                Costume Designer


                                   JOHN MOLLO


                                 Art Directors


                         NORMAN REYNOLDS, LESLIE DILLEY


                               Make up Supervisor


                                STUART FREEBORN


                             Production Sound Mixer


                                   DEREK BALL


                                    Casting


                    IRENE LAMB, DIANE CRITTENDEN, VIC RAMOS


                            Supervising Sound Editor


                                    SAM SHAW


                       Special Dialogue and Sound Effects


                                   BEN BURTT


                                 Sound Editors


                      ROBERT R. RUTLEDGE, GORDON DAVIDSON,


                                   GENE CORSO


                            Supervising Music Editor


                                KENNETH WANNBERG


                               Rerecording Mixers


                     DON MacDOUGALL, BOB MINKLER, RAY WEST,


                  ROBERT LITT, MIKE MINKLER, LESTER FRESHOLTZ,


                                RICHARD PORTMAN


                             Dolby Sound Consultant


                                  STEPHEN KATZ


                                 Orchestrations


                               HERBERT W. SPENCER


                              Music Scoring Mixer


                                 ERIC TOMLINSON


                             Assistant Film Editors


                         TODD BOEKELHEIDE, JAY MIRACLE,


                         COLIN KITCHENS, BONNIE KOEHLER


                                Camera Operators


                          RONNIE TAYLOR, GEOFF GLOVER


                                 Set Decorator


                                ROGER CHRISTIAN


                               Production Manager


                                 BRUCE SHARMAN


                              Assistant Directors


                     TONY WAYE, GERRY GAVIGAN, TERRY MADDEN


                                Location Manager


                                  ARNOLD ROSS


                             Assistant to Producer


                                  BUNNY ALSUP


                             Assistant to Director


                               LUCY AUTREY WILSON


                              Production Assistant


                             PAT CARR, MIKI HERMAN


                                     Gaffer


                                   RON TABERA


                                Property Master


                                  FRANK BRUTON


                              Wardrobe Supervisor


                                    RON BECK


                               Stunt Coordinator


                                 PETER DIAMOND


                                   Continuity


                                  ANN SKINNER


                                     Titles


                                   DAN PERRI


                            Second Unit Photography


                        CARROLL BALLARD, RICK CLEMENTE,


                          ROBERT DALVA, TAK FUIJIMOTO


                           Second Unit Art Direction


                          LEON ERICKSON, AL LOCATELLI


                        Second Unit Production Managers


                     DAVID LESTER, PETER HERALD, PEPI LENZI


                              Second Unit Make-up


                          RICK BAKER, DOUGLAS BESWICK


                            Assistant Sound Editors


                           ROXANNE JONES, KAREN SHARP


                             Production Controller


                                  BRIAN GIBBS


                                Location Auditor


                                  RALPH M. LEO


                               Assistant Auditors


                  STEVE CULLIP, PENNY McCARTHY, KIM FALKINBURG


                        Advertising/Publicity Supervisor


                               CHARLES LIPPINCOTT


                                 Unit Publicist


                                  BRIAN DOYLE


                               Still Photographer


                                    JOHN JAY








                       MINIATURE AND OPTICAL EFFECTS UNIT


                                 First Camerman


                                 RICHARD EDLUND


                                Second Camerman


                                  DENNIS MUREN


                               Assistant Camermen


                  DOUGLAS SMITH, KENNETH RALSTON, DAVID ROBMAN


                            Second Unit Photography


                                  BRUCE LOGAN


                         Composite Optical Photography


                            ROBERT BLALACK (PRAXIS)


                        Optical Photography Coordinator


                                   PAUL ROTH


                           Optical Printer Operators


                  DAVID BERRY, DAVID McCUE, RICHARD PECORELLA,


                      ELDON RICKMAN, JAMES VAN TREES, JR.


                           Optical Camera Assistants


                       CALEB ASCHKYNAZO, JOHN C. MOULDS,


                                BRUCE NICHOLSON,


                           GARY SMITH, BERT TERRERI,


                      DONNA TRACEY, JIM WELLS, VICKY WITT


                             Production Supervisor


                                GEORGE E. MATHER


                                  Matte Artist


                                P. S. ELLENSHAW


                          Planet and Satellite Artist


                                 RALF McQUARRIE


                        Effects Illustration and Design


                                JOSEPH JOHNSTON


                          Additional Spacecraft Design


                                 COLIN CANTWELL


                               Chief Model Maker


                                  GRANT McCUNE


                                 Model Builders


                   DAVID BEASLEY, JON ERLAND, LORNE PETERSON,


                     STEVE GAWLEY, PAUL HUSTON, DAVID JONES


                         Animation and Rotoscope Design


                                  ADAM BECKETT


                                   Animators


                   MICHAEL ROSS, PETER KURAN, JONATHAN SEAY,


                     CHRIS CASADY, LYN GERRY, DIANA WILSON


                             Stop Motion Animation


                             JON BERG, PHIL TIPPET


                              Miniature Explosions


                            JOE VISKOCIL, GREG AUER


                    Computer Animation and Graphics Displays


                     DAN O'BANNON, LARRY CUBA, JOHN WALSH,


                            JAY TEITZELL, IMAGE WEST


                            Film Control Coordinator


                                  MARY M. LIND


                                Film Librarians


                   CINDY ISMAN, CONNIE McCRUM, PAMELA MALOUF


                               Electronic Designs


                                ALVAH J. MILLER


                               Special Components


                                  JAMES SHOURT


                                  Assistants,


                        MASAAKI NORIHORO, ELEANOR PORTER


                          Camera and Mechanical Design


                        DON TRUMBULL, RICHARD ALEXANDER,


                                 WILLIAM SHOURT


                          Special Mechanical Equipment


                 JERRY GREENWOOD, DOUGLAS BARNETT, STUART ZIFF,


                                  DAVID SCOTT


                              Production Managers


                            BOB SHEPHERD, LON TINNEY


                                Production Staff


                       PATRICIA ROSE DUIGNAN, MARK KLINE,


                            RHONDA PECK, RON NATHAN


                          Assistant Editor (Opticals)


                              BRUCE MICHAEL GREEN


                           Additional Optical Effects


                          VAN DER VEER PHOTO EFFECTS,


                             RAY MERCER & COMPANY,


                              MODERN FILM EFFECTS,


                              MASTER FILM EFFECTS


                       DE PATIE-FRELENG ENTERPRISES, INC.


                                        


                   PANAVISION  TECHNICOLOR  Prints by DELUXE


                    Making Films Sound Better, DOLBY SYSTEM


                        Noise Reduction -- High Fidelity





                                      CAST





Luke Skywalker                                                      MARK HAMILL


Han Solo                                                          HARRISON FORD


Princess Leia Organa                                              CARRIE FISHER


Grand Moff Tarkin                                                 PETER CUSHING


Ben (Obi-Wan) Kenobi                                              ALEC GUINNESS


See-Threepio (C-3PO)                                            ANTHONY DANIELS


Artoo-Detoo (R2-D2)                                                 KENNY BAKER


Chewbacca                                                          PETER MAYHEW


Lord Darth Vader                                                   DAVID PROWSE


Uncle Owen                                                           PHIL BROWN


Aunt Beru                                                        SHELAGH FRASER


Chief Jawa                                                          JACK PERVIS


General Dodonna                                                  ALEX McCRINDLE


General Willard                                                     EDDIE BYRNE


Red Leader                                                         DREWE HEMLEY


Red Two (Wedge)                                                   DENNIS LAWSON


Red Three (Biggs)                                                 GARRICK HAGON


Red Four (John "D")                                                  JACK KLAFF


Red Six (Porkins)                                              WILLIAM HOOTKINS


Gold Leader                                                       ANGUS McINNIS


Gold Two                                                          JEREMY SINDEN


Gold Five                                                         GRAHAM ASHLEY


General Taggi                                                     DON HENDERSON


General Motti                                             RICHARD LE PARMENTIER


Commander One                                                  LESLIE SCHOFIELD





                            Photographed in Tunisia


                         Tikal National Park, Guatemala


                   Death Valley National Monument, California


                and at EMI Elstree Studios, Borehamwood, England


           Music Recorded at Anvil Recording Studios, Denham, England


   Post Production Completed at American Zoetrope, San Francisco, California


         Rerecording at Samuel Goldwyn Studios, Los Angeles, California





    The producers wish to thank the government of Tunisia, the Institute of


    Anthropology and History of Guatemala, and the National Park Service, 


    United States Department of the Interior, for their cooperation.





            Copyright 1977 by Twentieth Century-Fox Film Corporation





                          A LUCASFILM LTD. PRODUCTION





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