From: ss@realsoon (Scott N Streeter)
Subject: The Script (5/7)
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
Date: Fri, 17 Apr 1992 18:17:58 GMT





           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.
-- 
                        Scott Streeter
                        ss@wpi.wpi.edu
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