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EXT. STREET LEADING TO ANTIGONE
Several Imperial Star Limos drive up to Antigone and disappear underneath.
INT. ANTIGONE - SECURITY CONTROL ROOM
TRADER: She's very resistant to the pain and drugs. It's going to take more time than anticipated to get to extract any
information.
An Imperial Officer nervously interrupts.
IMPERIAL OFFICER: The final check's done. All systems operational. What is our first target?
BARKIN: Perhaps she needs an alternative form of persuasion.
TRADER: Interesting. What do you have in mind?
BARKIN: We need to demonstrate the full power of a Mourning Star. (to soldier) Send the first one to Princess Leiza's club,
the Aldergoths.
TROOPER: My pleasure.
EXT. MOR PRESLEY – STREET
Four heavily-armed gothtroopers move along a narrow alleyway crowed with darkly clad people selling their goods from grungy
little stalls. Men, women, and children crouch in trash-filled doorways, chatting, hiding, or simply carrying out business.
THIRTEENPIO: (whispering) Hold still, Aryoo.
One of the troopers half-heartedly flips through a pile of rugs thrown down by a dumpster, then moves on to bother some stall-owners.
A corner of a rug lifts up, and Thirteenpio's face appears in the shadows. A muffled tinkling can be heard from further underneath
the filthy carpets.
The trooper meets up with his team at the opening of the alleyway.
TROOPER: All right, that was a bust. Let's move on to the next one.
Thirteenpio watches them turn the corner, then he and Aryoo crawl out from the stifling mound.
THIRTEENPIO: Whatever Kimono says, this is not as much fun as a used car lot. You and your jewelry. You couldn't take any
of it out, oh no....
Aryoo jangles at him defiantly.
THIRTEENPIO: Watch your language!
EXT. MOR PRESLEY - USED CAR LOT
Kimono and Luke are at a used car dealership, and Kimono is trying to get a good return on his investment in the Pinto. The
used car salesman is dressed in a three-piece suit of unmatched plaids, and it is clear that Kimono is not going to make much
on this transaction. After all, he's trying to sell a *Pinto*. The salesman hands him an insultingly small wad of bills.
KIMONO: That didn't go as well as I'd hoped. Those guys are going to end up with my life savings.
LANCE: What's that going to cover? (he indicates the cash in Kimono's hand) Snacks?
Kimono and Lance leave the used car lot and walk off towards a restaurant down the street. Kimono looks back at the Pinto
one last time, sighs, and turns stoically away. Someone is following them at a distance, and none-too discreetly.
LANCE: Those guys you found better be as good as you say they are, what you're payin' 'em.
INT. GREASY SPOON RESTAURANT – DAY
Wubba the Shack and his gang of well-dressed employees are sitting at the biggest table in the restaurant. Wubba is elegantly
but anachronistically dressed, wearing an updated zoot-suit. He's eating a plate of eggs and hashbrowns, using knife and
fork to take tiny, regulated bites. The eggs are smothered in tabasco sauce.
WUBBA: Coffee, Tabacca?
Tabacca and Man Dingo are sitting on the aisle side of the table, with two of Wubba's enforcers standing behind them, hands
on their shoulders to keep them sitting.
TABACCA: We've been looking for you, Wubba.
WUBBA: That's probably why it was so easy for my boys to find you.
TABACCA: We were sitting right over there.
WUBBA: (smooth) Yes, and that's why they're a little disappointed. You want to explain to me why Speedo isn't here?
TABACCA: You sent Speedo to kill us!
Man Dingo nods.
WUBBA: (mock surprise) Now why would I do something like that? You two were my best runners, Tabacca. Speedo was merely
expressing my concern for your safety. You haven't come to me for a job in weeks.
TABACCA: We've been busy getting your money together, we told you. We told Speedo, then he threatened to kill us.
WUBBBA: Tabacca, old son, if you hadn't dumped that stuff at the first sign of inconvenience, there wouldn't have been any
misunderstanding. You understand I have to watch my bottom line, don't you? I can't have my runners dumping my inventory
and not reimbursing my loss.
TABACCA: We had no choice, the blockade guards would've traced the goods back to you and you know it. But Dingo and I have
a job, and we're going to make the money to pay you back in full. We just need time to get that job done.
WUBBA: (to his men) Back away.
The muscle take their hands off Tabacca and Man Dingo and step away, but remain standing at attention.
WUBBA: Right, then, Tabacca. I'm only going to give you this chance because you're the best. For an extra cream, say twenty
percent over what you already owe, I will give you the time you need. Disappoint me, and your life expectancies will be extremely
short and I will have some fun with you before you die.
TABACCA: Wubba, we'll pay you because we owe you.
Man Dingo nods.
EXT. MOR PRESLEY - OPEN AIR MARKET
Man Dingo is pacing back and forth in front of a stall packed with weaponry. Kimono, Lance, and the rivetheads thread their
way through the vendors and people shopping. Man Dingo spots them and waves at them to join him, and they move more quickly
towards him. The figure following them ducks behind another stall, and watches from between some hanging clothes. The spy
gets out a tiny phone, hits a speed-dial and speaks quietly into it.
INT MOR PRESLEY - PARKING STRUCTURE
Man Dingo leads the group towards the far end of the structure. Parked behind an elevator shaft, half-hidden in shadow, is
a large, rusting hulk of a vehicle. It appears to be the illegitimate offspring of a station wagon and a pick-up truck.
LANCE: What a piece of crap.
Tabacca appears from around the back end of the vehicle.
TABACCA: It's all under the hood, man. She'll beat anything on the road, once she's warmed up. I put her together myself.
Lance shakes his head and he and the others get in.
TABACCA: Let's get out of here, then.
INT. ANCIENT EMU
Tabacca gets into the driver's seat, a smoothly upholstered Captain's chair, and starts up the vehicle. He lets it idle for
a few minutes, while the others anxiously squirm and peer out the windows looking for trouble.
EXT. MOR PRESLEY - STREET OUTSIDE PARKING STRUCTURE
Eight Imperial gothtroopers rush up to the darkly clad spy.
TROOPER: Which way did they go?
The spy points to the entrance of the parking structure.
TROOPER: All right. Let's go get 'em!
INT. MOR PRESLEY - PARKING STRUCTURE
The troopers run up the ramp with guns drawn.
TROOPER: Stop that thing!
Thirteenpio yelps and points out the window. Tabacca glances in that direction, and sees the gothtroopers pounding towards
the Ancient Emu. Several shots go off, and shards of concrete fly everywhere. Everyone in the vehicle ducks down as low
as possible, and Tabacca throws the Emu into gear.
TROOPER: Get 'em!
Man Dingo draws a gun and takes a couple of shots at the nearest troopers, forcing them to dive behind other cars. The Emu
revs loudly, Tabacca pops the clutch, and it leaps forward, squealing on the concrete and roaring down the length of the structure.
Tabacca hits a button on the control clipped to his sun visor, and the rolling door of the structure starts to come down;
the Emu scrapes through with an inch or two to spare.
The pursuing troopers pound uselessly on the closed door, shouting angrily.
INT. ANCIENT EMU
TABACCA: We are out of here!
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