| Monty
Python/Newbold Hicks Productions Life
of Anakin TATOOINE.
IN A SMALL SPEEDER PEN IN THE TOWN OF MOS ESPA, A SIMPLE SLAVE WOMAN HAS JUST GIVEN BIRTH
TO A BABY. AS SHE SLEEP ON A STOOL, THREE ROBED FIGURES SNEAK INTO THE BUILDING... Anakin:
Uhuhlk! Jedi
1: Excuse me. MOTHER
FALLS OFF STOOL Mother:
Uhooh! Who are you? Jedi
1: We are three Jedi Masters. Mother:
What? Jedi
2: We are three Jedi Masters. We are wise in the ways of the Force. Mother:
Well, what are you doing creeping into a speeder garage at two o'clock in the morning?
That doesn't sound very wise to me. Jedi
3: We are the defenders of the Old Republic. Jedi
2: We have come from Coruscant. Mother:
Is this some kind of joke? Jedi
1: We wish to scan the infant for midichlorians. Jedi
2: We must scan him. Mother:
Scan? You're all drunk! It's disgusting! Out! Come on, out! MOTHER
STARTS TO USHER THE JEDIS TO THE DOOR Jedi
1: No... Mother:
Barge in here with tales about the Jedi Order. Come on, out! Jedi
1: No, no, we must see him! Mother:
Go and scan someone else's brat! Go on! Jedi
2: We...we were led by a prophecy! Mother:
Led by a bottle more like! Go on, out! Jedi
2: Well, well, we must see him, we have brought presents! Mother:
Out! Jedi
1: Crystal, Spice and poodoo! Mother:
Well, why didn't you say? He's over there. Sorry the place is a...bit of a mess. Well,
what is poodoo anyway? Jedi
3: It is a valuable balm. Mother:
A balm?! What are you giving him a balm for? It might bite him! Jedi
3: What? Mother:
That's a dangerous animal! Quick, throw it in the trough! Jedi
2: No, it isn't! Mother:
Yes, it is! It's great big ugly... Jedi
1: No, no, no, it is an ointment. Mother:
Oh, well, there is an animal called a balm, or did I dream it? So you're Jedi's, are you?
Well, what is he then? Jedi
1: Hm? Mother:
What species is he? Jedi
1: Ehm... human. Mother:
Ah, human, eh? What are they like? Jedi
1: Oh, well, he's the chosen one. He will bring balance to the Force. Jedi
2: The most powerful of Jedis! Mother:
And that's human, is it? Jedi
1: Ehm, no, no, no, that's just him! Mother:
Oh, I was going to say, otherwise there'd be a lot of them. Snhff. Jedi
2: By what name are you calling him? Mother:
Uhm, Anakin. All
three Jedi Masters: We scan you, oh Anakin, who are the prophecy made real. Praise unto
you, Anakin, and to the Old Republic. Mother:
Do you do a lot of this, then? Jedi
1: What? Mother:
This scanning. Jedi
1: No, no...no, no. Mother:
Oh, well, ehm, if you're dropping by again, do pop in, huh. And thanks a lot for the
Crystals and Spice, ahm, but don't worry too much about the poodoo the next time, all
right? Huh. Thank you! Goodbye! MOTHER
SEES THE MEN OUT. THEY STAND OUTSIDE AND GRUMBLE. THEY CHECK THE SCAN RESULTS. Jedi
1: Hold on... that's not the Chosen one! MOTHER
CHECKS OUT THE GIFTS Mother:
Well, weren't they nice? Hm! Out of their bloody minds, but still, look at that! THE
JEDI MASTERS COME BACK IN AND START TAKING BACK THE GIFTS Mother:
Hohoho... hey! Hey! Hey, that...that's mine! Hey! Hey, you could hate me, hey! Ourrgh! Anakin:
Aiihaih! Mother:
Shut up! MOTHER
SLAPS BABY Anakin:
Aih! MONTY
PYTHON and Newbold Hicks Productions Present Life
of Anakin WRITTEN
BY GRAHAM
CHAPMAN JOHN
CLEESE TERRY
GILLIAM ERIC
IDLE TERRY
JONES MICHAEL
PALIN Script
Changes by Jonathan Hicks TITLES
Female
Singer: Anakin,
the babe they called Anakin, he
grew, he grew, and grew, grew
up to be, grew up to be, a
boy called Anakin. A boy called Anakin, he
had arms, and legs, and head, and feet, the
boy, whose name was Anakin. And
he grew, he grew, grew, and grew, grew
up to be, yes, he grew up to be, yes,
his name was Anakin, a teenager called Anakin. And
his face became spotty, yes, his face became spotty, and
his voice dropped down low, and
things started to grow, on young Anakin and so, he
was certainly no, no girl named Anakin, not
a girl named Anakin. And
he started to shave, and have one off the wrist, and
want to see girls, and go out and get pissed, a
man called Anakin, this man called Anakin, the
man they called Anakin, this man called Aaaannaakiinnnn...... CUT
TO: TATOOINE.
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON ABOUT
TEA TIME THE
MOS ESPA ARENA GATHERS ABOUT A MAN WHO CLAIMS TO BE A JEDI PROPHET, WHO PREACHES TO THEM
TRUTH OF THE GOLDEN AGE OF THE REPUBLIC. HE STANDS ON A SMALL HILLOCK WHILST EVERYONE ELSE
STANDS ON THE PODRACETRACK Jedi
Prophet: How blessed are those who know that he's of the Republic. How blessed are the
sorrowful; they shall find consolation. How blessed are those of gentle spirit; they shall
have the galaxy for their possession. How blessed are those who hunger and thirst to see
right prevail; they shall be satisfied. How blessed are those hearts are pure; they shall
see peace. AT
THE BACK OF THE CROWD IS ANAKIN AND HIS MOTHER Mother:
Speak up! Anakin:
Shh, quiet, mum! Mother:
Well, I can't hear a thing. Let's go to the blasting! Toydarian:
Shh! Anakin:
You can go to a blasting anytime! Mother:
Ah, come on, Anakin! A
TOYDARIAN HOVERS NEARBY WITH HIS FINGER UP HIS NOSE. HE TURNS TO ANAKIN AND HS MOTHER Toydarian:
Will you be quiet! Toydarian's
Wife: Don't pick your nose! Toydarian:
I wasn't picking my nose. I was scratching it. Toydarian's
Wife: You was picking it while you was talking to that lady! Toydarian:
I wasn't! Toydarian's
Wife: Leave it alone! Give it a rest! Wiseguy:
Do you mind, I can't hear a word he's saying. Toydarian's
Wife: Don't you "do you mind" me! I was talking to my husband! Wiseguy:
Well, can't you talk to him somewhere else? I can't hear a bloody thing! Toydarian:
Don't you swear at my wife! Wiseguy:
Well, I was only asking her to shut up so that I can hear what he's saying, big nose! Toydarian's
Wife: Don't you call my husband "big nose"! Toydarian:
Well, he has got a big nose. Bearded
Man: Could you be quiet, please? What was that? Wiseguy:
I don't know, I was too busy talking to big nose! Spectator
I: I think it was "Blessed are the fleece makers". Bearded
Man's Wife: Aha, what's so special about the fleece makers? Bearded
Man: Well, obviously it's not meant to be taken literally; it refers to any manufacturers
of fashionable clothing. Wiseguy:
See, if you hadn't been going on we'd have heard that, big nose. Toydarian:
Hey, say that once more, I'll smash your bloody face in! Wiseguy:
Oh, better keep listening, might be a bit about "Blessed are the big noses". Anakin:
Oh, lay off him! Wiseguy:
Oh, you're not so bad yourself, conk face. Where are you two from? Nose City? Wiseguy:
One more time, mate, I'll take you to fucking cleaners! Toydarian's
Wife: Language! And don't pick your nose! Toydarian:
I wasn't going to pick my nose! I'm gonna thump him! Toydarian's
Wife: You're not gonna thump anybody! Toydarian:
I'll thump him if he calls me "big nose" again! Wiseguy:
Oh, shut up, big nose! Toydarian:
Ha, right! I warned you! I really will slug you! Saaah... Wiseguy:
Listen, I'm only telling the truth, you have got a very big nose! Toydarian:
Hey, your nose is going to be three foot wide across your face by the time I'm finished
with you! Spectator
I & Spectator II: Shh! Wiseguy:
Well, who hit yours then? The Rancor's big brother? Toydarian:
All right, that's your last warning! Bearded
Man's Wife: Oh, do quiet down! THE
TOYDARIAN SPINS AROUND TO HIT THE WISEGUY BUT HE THUMOS THE BEARDED MAN'S WIFE BY MISTAKE Bearded
Man's Wife: Aiih! Toydarian:
Silly bitch, getting in the way! Bearded
Man: Aaargh! Toydarian:
Racket all the way... Mother:
Oh, come on, let's go to the blasting! Anakin:
All right. A
FIGHT BREAKS OUT BETWEEN EVERYONE BUT ANAKIN AND HIS MOTHER. A GROUP OF PEOPLE WALK PAST
IN DEEP DISCUSSION. ANAKIN WATCHES THEM GO Biggs:
Well, blessed is just about everyone with an interest in the status quo, if I'm right with
you there, Wedge? Wedge:
Yeah, well, what the Jedi's quietly fail to appreciate is that it's the meek who're the
problem. Padme:
Yes, yes, absolutely Wedge, yes, I see! ANAKIN
IS MESMERISED BY PADME'S BEAUTY. BEHIND THEM, SOME STORMTROOPERS HAVE BECOME INVOLVED WITH
THE FIGHT AND ARE TRYING TO BREAK IT UP Mother:
Oh, come on, Anakin, or they'll have him blasted before we get there. Anakin:
All right. Toydarian:
Aaargh! Bearded
Man's Wife: Lay off! Wiseguy:
Hey, don't beat him, he's just lying there, big nose. Stop that, there's a rape going on,
frankly speaking, it's he that started it all... CUT
TO: ANAKIN
AND MOTHER START WALKING BACK INTO TOWN. AS THEY DO, MOTHER STARTS TO PUT ON A FALSE BEARD Mother:
Ah, how I hate wearing these beards. Anakin:
Why aren't women allowed to go to blastings, mum? Mother:
It's written, that's why. THEY
GO PAST A VENDOR. A WOMAN IS WALKING PAST WITH A SICK BABY DEWBACK ACROSS HER SHOULDERS Beard
seller: Pssst! Beard, madam? Woman
carrying dewback: Oh, look, I haven't got the time to go to no blastings. He's not well
again. Dewback:
Oink! Oink! THE
BEARD SELLER GETS THE ATTENTION OF ANAKIN'S MOTHER Beard
seller: Blaster, sir? Mother:
No, I've got one on me. Beard
seller: Oh, not like this, sir. Look at this! Feel the quality of that, that's
craftsmanship, sir. Mother:
Hmm...all right, we'll have two blasters and...a grenade. Anakin:
Could I have a grenade, mum? Mother:
Shh! Anakin:
Sorry! Dad! Mother:
Ehm...all right, two blasters, ahm...two grenades and a spare blaster pack. Beard
seller: Right. Should be a good one this afternoon. Mother:
Hm? Beard
seller: Local boy. Mother:
Oh, good. Beard
seller: Enjoy yourselves! CUT
TO: IN
MOS ESPA, JUST OUTSIDE THE SLAVE QUARTERS, DOZENS OF WOMEN WITH FALSE BEARDS ON HAS
GATHERED WITH BLASTERS. A MOS ESPA OFFICIAL IS OVERSEEING THE BLASTING OF AN OLD MAN WITH
A WHITE BEARD AND BROWN ROBES THE
WOMEN ARE SCREAMING AND YELLING Mos
Espa Official: You, water seller and moisture farmer from the Jundland Wastes... Moisture
Farmer: Do I say yes? Guard:
Yes. Moisture
Farmer: Yes! Mos
Espa Official: ...you have been found guilty by the elders of the town of uttering the
name of evil, and so as a blasphemer... THE
WOMEN GASP Mos
Espa Official: ...you are to be blasted (and grenades, if anyone has forgotten their
blasters) to death! THE
WOMEN CHEER Moisture
Farmer: Look, I'd had a lovely supper, and all I said to my wife was: "That piece of
Bantha Steak was good enough for a Sith Lord!". THE
WOMEN CRY OUT INDIGNANTLY Mos
Espa Official: Blasphemy! He said it again! Women
disguised as bearded men: Yeah! Yes! Yes! Mos
Espa Official: Did you hear him?! Women
disguised as bearded men: Yeah! Yes! Yes! Woman:
Really! THE
MOS ESPA OFFICIAL LOOKS AT THE CROWD WITH SUSPICION Mos
Espa Official: Are there any women here today? Women
disguised as bearded men: Uh...ooh...no... Mos
Espa Official: Very well. By virtue of the authority vested in me... SOMEONE
IN THE CROWD SHOOTS THE MOISTURE FARMER Women
disguised as bearded men: Ooh... Moisture
Farmer: Oh, lay off! We haven't started yet! Mos
Espa Official: Come on! Who fired that? Who fired that shot? Come on! Women
disguised as bearded men: (IN HIGH VOICES) She did! She did! (IN MASCULINE VOICES) He did!
He did! He did! Woman:
Sorry, I thought we'd started. Mos
Espa Official: Go to the back! Woman:
Oh, dear... Mos
Espa Official: Always one, isn't there? Now, where were we? Moisture
Farmer: Look, I don't think it ought to be blasphemy, just saying "Sith Lord"! Women
disguised as bearded men: Aiiih! He did! He said it again! Mos
Espa Official: You're only making it worse for yourself! Moisture
Farmer: Making it worse? How could it be worse? Sith Lord, Sith Lord, Sith Lord! Women
disguised as bearded men: Aiiih! Mos
Espa Official: I'm warning you! If you say Sith Lord once more... ANOTHER
BLASTER SHOT HITS THE MOS ESPA OFFICIAL Mos
Espa Official: Right! Who fired that? Moisture
Farmer: Hehehe... Mos
Espa Official: Come on! Who fired that? Women
disguised as bearded men: She did! She did! She did! Him! Him! Him! Mos
Espa Official: Was it you? Woman
II: Yes. Mos
Espa Official: Right... Woman
II: Well, you did say Sith Lord! Women
disguised as bearded men: Aiiih! MUTIPLE
BLASTER SHOTS HIT THE WOMAN Mos
Espa Official: Stop! Stop! Will you stop that! Stop it! Now, look! No one is to shoot
anyone until I blow this whistle! Do you understand? Even, and I want to make this
absolutely clear, even if they do say Sith Lord! Women
disguised as bearded men: Aiiih! MULTIPLE
SHOTS HIT MOS ESPA OFFICIAL Mos
Espa Official: Aaargh! A
HUGE TRIPOD MOUNTED BLASTER CANNON IS PRODUCED AND IT BLOWS THE MOS ESPA OFFICIAL TO
PIECES Woman
III: Good shot! EVERYONE
APPLAUDS CUT
TO: ANAKIN
AND HIS MOTHER ARE WALKING THROUGH THE STREETS OF MOS ESPA Anakin:
Have I got a big nose, mum? Mother:
Oh, stop thinking about sex! Anakin:
I wasn't! Mother:
You're always on about it. Morning, noon and night: "Will the girls like this, will
the girls like that? Is it too big, is it too small?" Dark
Jedi I: Money, please, sir? Dark
Jedi II: Money for a Dark Jedi! Dark
Jedi III: Money for a Dark Jedi! Ex-Dark
Jedi: Money for an ex-Dark Jedi! Bloody speeder owners, all the same, ain't they? Never
have any change. Oh, here comes some suckers! Spare some money for an old ex-Dark Jedi! Mother:
Buzz off! Ex-Dark
Jedi: Spare five creds for an old ex-Dark Jedi! Mother:
Five creds? That's more than he earns in a month! Ex-Dark
Jedi: Half a cred then? Mother:
No, get away! Ex-Dark
Jedi: Come on, big nose, let's haggle! Anakin:
What? Ex-Dark
Jedi: All right, cut the haggling, let's say you open at one Republic credit, I start at
2000, we close at about 1800. Anakin:
No. Ex-Dark
Jedi: 1750? Mother:
Go away! Ex-Dark
Jedi: 1740? Mother:
Look, will you leave him alone! Ex-Dark
Jedi: All right. Two credits, just two. Isn't this fun, eh? Mother:
Look, he is not giving you any money, so piss off! Ex-Dark
Jedi: All right sir, my final offer, and half a credit for an old-ex-Dark Jedi? Anakin:
Did you say ex-Dark Jedi? Ex-Dark
Jedi: That's right, sir. Sixteen years behind a black cape and hood, sir. Anakin:
Oh...what happened? Ex-Dark
Jedi: I was turned to the light side of the Force, sir. Anakin:
turned? Ex-Dark
Jedi: Yes, a bloody miracle, sir, bless you! Anakin:
Oh, who cured you? Ex-Dark
Jedi: Yoda did, sir. I was walking along, minding my own business, carving up the locals,
all of a sudden up he comes, cures me. One minute I'm a Dark Jedi with a trade, next
minute my livelihoods gone. Not so much as a by your leave! "You're turned,
mate". Bloody do-gooder. Anakin:
Why don't you go and tell him that you want to be a Dark Jedi again? Ex-Dark
Jedi: Aah, I could do that sir, yeah. Yeah, I could do that, I suppose. Well, what the
thing was I was going to ask him if he'd make me a bit evil during the middle of the week.
You know, something usable but not the Dark Side, which is a pain in the arse, to be
blunt, excuse my language sir, but... ANAKIN'S
MOTHER IS AT THEIR SLAVE QUARTER'S DOOR Mother:
Anakin! Come and clean your room out! Anakin:
Here you are. Ex-Dark
Jedi: Thank you, sir. Than... half quarters credit for my bloody life story? Anakin:
There's no pleasing some people. Ex-Dark
Jedi: That's just what Yoda said, sir! THE
MOTHER KICKS THE DOOR IN AND ENTERS. AN IMPERIAL OFFICER IS WATING WITHIN. Mother:
Oh. Imperial
Officer: Good afternoon. Mother:
Oh, eh...hello, officer, erm...I'll be with you in a few moments, all right with you? Anakin:
What's he doing here? Mother:
Ehm...ah, don't start that Anakin, ehm...go and clean your room out. Anakin:
Bloody Imperials! Mother:
Now, look Anakin! If it wasn't for them, we wouldn't have all this. And don't you forget
it. Anakin:
We don't owe the Imperials anything, mum. Mother:
Oh, that's not entirely true, is it, Anakin? Anakin:
What do you mean? Mother:
Oh, well, I suppose I should have told you a long time ago, but... Anakin:
What? Mother:
Well, Anakin, your father isn't Mr. Skywalker. Anakin:
I never thought he was! Mother:
Now none of your cheek! He was an Imperial, Anakin. He was a commander in the Imperial
Army. Anakin:
You mean...you were raped?! Mother:
Well...at first, yes. Anakin:
Who was it? Mother:
Huh... Noorti Nigell his name was. Hmm...promised me the known galaxy, he did. I was to be
taken to Coruscant, house by the Plaza, alien slaves and Bantha milk, as much spice as I
could eat. Then he, having his way with me and woosh! Like a womp rat out of a sewage pipe
on Dagobah. Anakin:
The bastard! Mother:
Yes, and next time you go on about the "bloody Imperials", don't forget you're
one of them. Anakin:
I'm not an Imperial mum, and I never will be. I'm a Mos Espa citizen, a slave, a human
being! I'm kosher, mum! I'm a Tatooine pedestrian and proud of it! ANAKIN
STORMS OUT Mother:
Huh...sex, sex, sex, that's all they think about, eh? Hm. Well, how are you then, officer? CUT
TO: THE
MOS ESPA ARENA, TATOOINE CHILDREN'S
RACES Fode
and Bede: Ladies and gentlemen! The next race is between: Frank the Loyal, the mad
screaming racer, and Bobe the Nobe, on his pushbike. A
HUGE ALIEN POD RACER WALKS OUT OF THE ENTRANCE AND APPROACHES HIS VEHICLE, WHICH IS
COVERED WITH SPIKES AND WEAPONS ANAKIN
IS WALKING THE SPARESLY FILLED STANDS WITH A VENDOR'S TRAY FILLED WITH STRANGE FOODS. HE
TAKES MONEY FROM A TWI'LEK DANCER Anakin:
Ah, right, thank you, madam. Dewback tongues! Mynock livers! Dianoga brains! Wampa
earlobes! Ronto nipple chips, get them while they're hot, they're lovely! Space slug
pretzel, only half a credit! Deep fried scurriers! PADME,
WEDGE, BIGGS AND STAN ARE ALL IN THE STANDS, TALKING SECRETLY Padme:
I do feel, Wedge, that any anti-imperialistic group like ours must reflect such a
divergence of interest within its powerbase. Wedge:
Agreed. Biggs? Biggs:
Yes, I think Padme's point of view is very valid, Wedge, provided the movement never
forgets that it is the unalienable right of every man... Stan:
Or woman. Biggs:
...or woman to rid himself... Stan:
Or herself. Biggs:
...or herself... Wedge:
Agreed. Biggs:
Thank you, brother. Stan:
Or sister. Biggs:
Or sister...where was I? Wedge:
I think you'd finished. Biggs:
Oh. Right. Wedge:
Further more, it is the birthright of every man... Stan:
Or woman. Wedge:
Why don't you shut up about women, Stan? You're putting us off. Stan:
Women have a perfect right to play a part in our movement, Wedge. Biggs:
Why are you always on about women, Stan? Stan:
I want to be one. Wedge:
What? Stan:
I want to be a woman. From now on, I want you all to call me Leia. Wedge:
What? Leia:
It's my right as a man. Padme:
Well, why do you want to be Leia, Stan? Leia:
I want to have babies. Wedge:
You want to have babies?! Leia:
It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them. Wedge:
But...you can't have babies! Leia:
Don't you oppress me! Wedge:
I'm not oppressing you, Stan. You haven't got a womb. Where is the foetus going to
gestate? You're going to keep it in a Two-One Bee 'droid? Leia:
(UPSET) Sniff. Padme:
Here, I've got an idea. Suppose you agree that he can't actually have babies, not having a
womb, which is nobody's fault, not even the Imperials, but that he can have the right to
have babies. Biggs:
Good idea, Padme. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have babies, brother.
Sister! Sorry. Wedge:
What's the point? Biggs:
What? Wedge:
What's the point of fighting for his right to have babies, when he can't have babies? Biggs:
It is symbolic of our struggle against oppression. Wedge:
Symbolic of his struggle against reality. A
HUGE FANFARE WELCOMES THE OTER RACER. A SMALL ALIEN STAGGERS OUT WITH A SIMPLE PUSHBIKE.
THE AUDIENCE APPLAUDES Guard:
Get out there! Ah, get out there! Victim:
It's dangerous out there! Aah! Aiih! Oh. Audience:
Aah... come on, race those speeders! Ooh... what a lot of rubbish. ANAKIN
APPROACHES THE GROUP OF SECRET TALKERS Anakin:
Dewback tongues! Scurrier noses! Rancor spleens! Wedge:
Got any nuts? Anakin:
Haven't got any nuts, sorry. I've got Dianoga livers, Rancor spleens... Wedge:
No, no, no... Anakin:
Scurrier noses? Wedge:
I don't want any of that Imperial rubbish! Padme:
Why don't you sell proper food? Anakin:
Proper food? Wedge:
Yeah, not those rich imperialist titbits! Anakin:
Oh, don't blame me, I didn't ask to sell this stuff! Wedge:
All right, bag of scurrier noses, then. Biggs:
Make it two. Wedge:
Two. Biggs:
Thanks, Wedge. Anakin:
Are you the Tatooine People's Front? Wedge:
Fuck off! Anakin:
What? Wedge:
Tatooine People's Front! We're The People's Front of Tatooine! Tatooine People's Front! Biggs:
Blighters... Anakin:
Can I...join your group? Wedge:
No, piss off! Anakin:
I didn't want to sell this stuff, it's only a Numb! I hate the Imperials as much as
anybody! All
in PFT except Anakin: Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! Anakin:
Oh. Padme:
Are you sure? Anakin:
Oh, dead sure. I hate the Imperials already. Wedge:
Listen! If you wanted to join the PFT, you'd have to have really hate the Imperials. Anakin:
I do! Wedge:
Oh, yeah, how much? Anakin:
A lot! Wedge:
Right, you're in. Listen, the only people we hate more than the Imperials, are the fucking
Tatooine People's Front. All
in PFT except Anakin: Yeah! Padme:
Splitters! Biggs:
And the Tatooine Popular People's Front! All
in PFT except Anakin: Yeah! Splitters! Leia:
And the People's Front of Tatooine! All
in PFT except Anakin: Yeah! Splitters! Wedge:
What? Leia:
The People's Front of Tatooine. Splitters! Wedge:
We're the People's Front of Tatooine! Leia:
Oh. I thought we were the Popular Front. Wedge:
People's Front! Bloody hell... Biggs:
Whatever happened to the Popular Front, Wedge? Wedge:
He's over there. THEY
ALL LOOK OVER TO A LONE MAN SAT ON THE LOWER STEPS All
in PFT except Anakin: Splitter! THE
SPEEDER RACERS ARE OFF, BUT AS THEY START THE BIG POD RACER'S ENGINES COUGH AND SPLUTTER Speeder
Racer: Oh, oh...I think I'm about to have a cardiac arrest! Ooh...aah! A
GROUP OF IMPERIALS WATCHING FROM AN EXPENSIVE BOOTH ARE ANNOYED Imperial
I: Absolutely dreadful! Imperial
II: Huh. THE
PUSHBIKE MAN, DECLARED THE WINNER, RUNS AROUND THE RACETRACK WAVING TO THE CROWD. THE
AUDIENCE CHEERS Wedge:
Nice one, brother! Haha! What's your name? Anakin:
Anakin. Anakin...Skywalker. Wedge: We may
have a little Numb for you, Anakin. |