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INT. ANTIGONE - HALLWAY
Trader and an officer (I) walk towards the troopers escorting the captives. The officer (II) and troopers halt and salute
Trader.
OFFICER (II): (to Vader) Sir. We’re taking them to Interrogation. Any further orders?
TRADER: Did you find the rivetheads?
OFFICER (II): No, sir. These four are the only ones seen at the site.
TRADER: Send a patrol back out there. Those rivetheads had to be with these people. I want every block searched a mile
in every direction.
OFFICER (I): Yes, sir.
TRADER: Well, Kimono. Caught like a rat in a trap.
Trader laughs and Kimono scowls at him.
KIMONO: You won’t have me for long, Trader.
TRADER: We’ll see about that, old man.
Trader turns and stalks back down the hallway. The officer (II) and troopers continue with the prisoners towards an elevator.
INT. DOWNTOWN TATTOOME – OFFICE BUILDING
Thirteenpio and Aryoo have once again hidden in a building, though this one is an office building that has shut down for the
night. They are wandering around on the ground floor, trying to avoid the security guard, and get past him to the stairs.
THIRTEENPIO: (whispers) This seems familiar.
Aryoo nods his head, barely, in an effort to keep his body jewelry from making too much noise.
Footsteps can be heard fading down a hallway.
THIRTEENPIO: (whispers) Well, at least that guy’s going in the other direction. Lets go for it!
The pair start jogging towards the shiny doors of the elevator, the doors of which stand open. They get inside, and Aryoo
punches a button; the doors close just as the security guard returns; he does not see them.
INT. OFFICE BUILDING – ELEVATOR
They both lean against the walls of the elevator and sigh in relief.
THIRTEENPIO: What do you think? Head straight for the roof?
Aryoo shakes his head and pushes the button for the 24th floor.
THIRTEENPIO: Good plan. Get off on one floor, then use the stairs to climb back down.
Aryoo rolls his eyes.
INT. ANTIGONE - ELEVATOR
Kimono, Lance, Tabacca, and Man Dingo are crowded into the elevator with four gothtroopers and the officer [II]. Muzak plays,
and Man Dingo slouches agaist the back wall, eyes apparently closed. Lance looks at the floor. Kimono is staring thoughtfully
at the troopers and it is clear that Tabacca is rethinking some of his earlier decisions.
OFFICER [II]: Once we’re got them on the detention floor, I want you to take them straight to the holding cell. I’ll
make arrangements for their transfer to the executioner.
TROOPER [I]: The Princess is in there, is that going to be okay with, y’know, Lord Trader?
OFFICER [II]: Why wouldn’t it be? Just do it!
Kimono and Lance look at each other, and even Tabacca grins. Man Dingo appears to be asleep.
The elevator reaches the Detention Floor.
INT. ANTIGONE – DETENTION FLOOR
The officer [II] gestures everybody out, and the troopers take charge of a prisoner each, marching them down the floor; the
officer [II] gets back in the elevator, and the elevator doors close on him, and starts to head further up into the building.
TROOPER [I]: This way, gentleman. I hope you enjoy our hospitality.
The other troopers laugh.
TABACCA: Now!
Man Dingo is instantly alert, and both he and Tabacca elbow their guards in the gut; Kimono reacts quickly, and the three
captives engage in various fisticuffs and dirty fighting, in an attempt to free themselves. Lance reacts more slowly, but
joins in, less effectively. Within a few moments, all four are free of their guards, and only one guard remains conscious.
Man Dingo retains a painful hold on him, as they each remove their cuffs, then Kimono bends over the guard.
KIMONO: Now, don’t get us wrong. We really do want to go to this holding cell. Be a good lad and take us there, would
you?
The guard curls his lip and refuses to utter a sound. Man Dingo applies a little extra pressure, and the guard grunts.
TROOPER [III]: It won’t do you any good. This building is completely locked down. You’ll never get out of here!
KIMONO: Don’t be so pessimistic, son. Let us worry about that. The holding cell is where?
TROOPER [III]: At the end of the corridor, second door on the right.
KIMONO: Good boy.
Man Dingo slams the trooper’s head into the floor, rendering him unconscious. The group spares a moment to cuff each
of the unconscious guards, and then they shove them into a handy janitorial closet.
INT. ANTIGONE – SECURITY OFFICE
Trader enters the office and goes over to look at a screen showing the progress of a search of the Ancient Emu. Despite their
thoroughness, the troopers have not found anything but ancient music on compact discs, as well as a couple of anachronistic
computer games.
IMPERIAL OFFICER (SECURITY): They’ve found nothing, sir.
TRADER: Dammit! There should’ve been something, anything, that could lead us to those two moronic rivetheads. Tear
it apart, piece by piece. At least it’s destruction will give me some small satisfaction.
IMPERIAL OFFICER (SECURITY): Yessir.
The officer turns and issues the instructions over the intercom. Trader swoops out again, fuming.
The screen shows the troopers in the holding bay start to take crowbars and blow torches to the Ancient Emu.
At another console, a security specialist is trying to get in touch with the team of guards who have just been locked in a
closet.
TROOPER (SECURITY): GT-four-one-two. Do you copy? Hello? (to officer) Sir, the guards taking the prisoners to holding
are not responding.
IMPERIAL OFFICER (SECURITY): What?
The officer switches views on the screen, but all it shows is an empty corridor. He flips through several cameras, all showing
no signs of activity, and no guards. No prisoners, either. Looking at the view from the camera inside the holding cell,
all that can be seen is Princess Leiza chained to the wall. He hits a switch on the console, opening the intercom to his
security team.
IMPERIAL OFFICER (SECURITY): Security! I want a team on Detention right away. We have an escape!
INT. ANTIGONE – DETENTION FLOOR
Sirens start to shriek, and the escapees are sitting in the janitorial closet on top of their ex-guards.
TABACCA: We’re not going to get out of here, you know.
LANCE: But we have to! We have to rescue the Princess!
TABACCA: I don’t think you’re thinking with your big head, there, dumbass.
KIMONO: Lance is right, Tabacca. It’s imperative to the Rebellion that we rescue the Princess.
TABACCA: I don’t want no part of any Rebellion. I want to get out of here. Dingo, let’s go!
Tabacca and Dingo open the door of the closet, and – after looking each way down the hall – sidle over to the
door to the stairs. Kimono and Lance follow, still trying to convince them to help.
KIMONO: She can offer you more money than I promised to pay. Much more. You know about her trust fund – trust me,
she invested wisely.
TABACCA: She did, huh? Well, let me give that some thought. (he pauses) No.
LANCE: Don’t you ever think about anybody but yourself?
TABACCA (pausing again): No.
KIMONO: She can give you more money than you’ve every dreamed of.
TABACCA: I can dream of a whole lot of money, old man.
KIMONO: Just do this for her, she’ll be very, very, grateful.
Man Dingo grabs Tabacca’s arm and raises an eyebrow. Tabacca looks at him a moment.
TABACCA: She’d better be. This little expedition just got a whole lot more expensive.
LANCE: Then you’ll help us?
TABACCA: I’m helping myself.
Man Dingo grabs his arm again.
TABACCA: We’re helping ourselves.
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