Continuation.
Main changes: The scenes of the Lost Twenty conversation, Obi-Wan and Mace in the hangar, and Padmé's family home reinstated.
Enjoy.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, MAIN HALLWAY - LATE DAY
From high above, light streams down from the lofty
ceilings. OBI-WAN crosses the floor of the great hallway,
heading for the Analysis Rooms.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, ANALYSIS CUBICLES - LATE DAY
OBI-WAN walks past several glass cubicles where work is
going on. He comes to an empty one and sits down in front
of a console. A SP-4 ANALYSIS DROID comes to life. A tray
slides out of the console.
SP-4: Place the subject for analysis on the sensor tray,
please.
OBI-WAN puts the dart onto the tray, which retracts into
the console. The DROID activates the system, and a screen
lights up in front of OBI-WAN.
OBI-WAN: It's a toxic dart. I need to know where it came
from and who made it.
SP-4: One moment, please.
Diagrams and data appear on the screen, scrolling past at
great speed. OBI-WAN watches as the screen goes blank. The
tray slides out.
SP-4: Markings cannot be identified. As you can see on your
screen, subject weapon does not exist in any known culture.
Probably self-made by a warrior not associated with any
known society. Stand away from the sensor tray please.
OBI-WAN: Excuse me? Could you try again please?
SP-4: Master Jedi, our records are very thorough. They
cover eighty percent of the galaxy. If I can't tell you
where it came from, nobody can.
OBI-WAN picks up the dart and looks at it, then looks to
the DROID.
OBI-WAN: Thanks for your assistance! (to himself) I know
who can identify this.
EXTERIOR: CORUSCANT, DOWNTOWN, BACK STREET - MORNING
OBI-WAN walks down the street. It is a pretty tough part of
town. Old buildings, warehouses, beat up speeders and
transporter rigs thundering past. Above, the old elevated
monospeed with occasional "shiny freighters" hissing
through.
OBI-WAN comes to a kind of alien diner. On the steamed-up
windows it says "DEX'S DINER" in alien lettering. He goes
inside.
INTERIOR: CORUSCANT, DEX'S DINER - MORNING
A WAITRESS DROID is carrying plates of half-eaten food.
There is a counter with stools and a line of booths along
the wall by the window. A number of CUSTOMERS are eating -
TOUGH-LOOKING WORKERS, FREIGHTER DRIVERS, ETC. The WAITRESS
DROID looks up as OBI-WAN comes in.
WAITRESS DROID: Can I help ya?
OBI-WAN: I'm looking for Dexter.
The WAITRESS DROID approaches OBI-WAN.
WAITRESS DROID: Waddya want him for?
OBI-WAN: He's not in trouble. It's personal.
There is a brief pause. Then the DROID goes to the open
serving hatch behind the counter.
WIITRESS DROID: Someone to see ya, honey. (lowering her
voice) A Jedi, by the looks of him.
Steam billows out from the kitchen hatch behind the counter
as a huge head pokes through.
DEXTER JETTSTER: Obi-Wan!
OBI-WAN: Hey, Dex.
DEXTER JETTSTER: Take a seat! Be right with ya!
OBI-WAN sits in a booth.
WAITRESS DROID: You want a cup of ardees?
OBI-WAN: Oh yes, thank you.
The WAITRESS DROID moves off as the door to the counter
opens and DEXTER JETTSTER appears. He is big - bald and
sweaty, old and alien. Not someone to tangle with. He
arrives, beaming hugely.
DEXTER JETTSTER: Hey, ol' buddy!
OBI-WAN: Hey, Dex.
DEXTER eases himself into the seat opposite OBI-WAN. He can
just make it.
DEXTER JETTSTER: So, my friend. What can I do for ya?
OBI-WAN: You can tell me what this is.
OBI-WAN places the dart on the table between them. DEX'S
eyes widen. He puts down his mug.
DEXTER JETTSTER: (softly) Well, whaddya know...
DEXTER picks up the dart delicately between his puffy
fingers and peers at it.
DEXTER JETTSTER: I ain't seen one of these since I was
prospecting on Subterrel beyond the Outer Rim!
OBI-WAN: Can you tell me where it came from?
DEXTER grins. He puts the dart down between them.
DEXTER JETTSTER: This baby belongs to them cloners. What
you got here is a Kamino saberdart.
OBI-WAN: Kamino saberdart? ...I wonder why it didn't show
up in our analysis archive.
DEXTER JETTSTER: It's these funny little cuts on the side
give it away... Those analysis droids you've got over there
only focus on symbols, you know. I should think you Jedi
would have more respect for the difference between
knowledge and wisdom.
OBI-WAN: Well, Dex, if droids could think, we wouldn't be
here, would we? (laughing) Kamino... doesn't sound
familiar. Is it part of the Republic?
DEXTER JETTSTER: No, it's beyond the Outer Rim. I'd say
about twelve parsecs outside the Rishi Maze, toward the
south. It should be easy to find, even for those droids in
your archive. These Kaminoans keep to themselves. They're
cloners. Damned good ones, too.
OBI-WAN picks up the dart, holding it midway between them.
OBI-WAN: Cloners? Are they friendly?
DEXTER JETTSTER: It depends.
OBI-WAN: On what, Dex?
Dexter grins.
DEXTER JETTSTER: On how good your manners are... and how
big your pocketbook is...
EXTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE - DAY
The main entrance at the base of the huge Temple is
bustling with activity. All sorts of JEDI are coming and
going.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, ARCHIVE LIBRARY - DAY
A bronze bust of Count Dooku stands among a line of other
busts of Jedi in the Archive Room. OBI-WAN stands in front
of it, studying the striking features of the chiseled face.
On the walls, lighted computer panels seem to stretch into
infinity. Farther along the room in the background, FIVE
JEDI are seated at tables, studying archive material.
After OBI-WAN studies the bust for a few moments before
MADAME JOCASTA NU, the Jedi Archivist, is standing next to
him. She is an elderly, frail-looking human Jedi. Tough as
old boots and smart as a whip.
JOCASTA NU: Did you call for assistance?
OBI-WAN: (distracted in thought) Yes... yes, I did...
JOCASTA NU: He has a powerful face, doesn't he? He was one
of the most brilliant Jedi I have had the privilege of
knowing.
OBI-WAN: I never understood why he quit. Only twenty Jedi
have ever left the Order.
JOCASTA NU: (sighs) The Lost Twenty... Count Dooku was the
most recent and the most painful. No one likes to talk
about it. His leaving was a great loss to the Order.
OBI-WAN: What happened?
JOCASTA NU: Well,Count Dooku one might say he was always a bit out of step
with the decisions of the Council... much like your old
Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.
OBI-WAN: (surprised) Really?
JOCASTA NU: Oh, yes. They werealike in many ways. Very
individual thinkers... idealists...
JOCASTA NU gazes at the bust.
JOCASTA NU:He was always striving to become a more
powerful Jedi. He wanted to be the best. With a lightsaber,
in the old style of fencing, he had no match. His knowledge
of the Force was... unique.In the end, I think he left
because he lost faith in the Republic.He believed that
politics were corrupt, and he felt the Jedi betrayed
themselves by serving the politicians. He always had very
high expectations of government.He disappeared for nine or
ten years, then just showed up recently as the head of the
separatist movement.
OBI-WAN: It's very interesting. I'm not sure I completely
understand.
JOCASTA NU: Well, I'm sure you didn't call me over here for
a history lesson. Are you having a problem, Master Kenobi?
OBI-WAN: Yes, um, I'mtrying to find a planet looking for a planetary system called
Kamino. It doesn'tseem to show up on any of the archive
charts.
JOCASTA NU: - Kamino. Kamino? It's not a system I'm familiar with...
Let me see...
JOCASTA NU leans over OBI-WAN'S shoulder, looking at the
screen.
JOCASTA NU: Are you sure you have the right coordinates?
OBI-WAN:(nodding) According to my information, it should
be appear in this quadrant somewhere here... just south of the Rishi
Maze.
JOCASTA NU taps the keyboard and frowns.
JOCASTA NU: No coordinates? It sounds like the sort of
directions you'd get from a street tout... some old miner
or Furbog trader.
OBI-WAN: All three, actually.
JOCASTA NU: Are you sure it exists?
OBI-WAN: Absolutely.
JOCASTA NU: Let me do a gravitational scan.
OBI-WAN and JOCASTA NU study the star map hologram.
JOCASTA NU: There are some inconsistencies here. Maybe the
planet you're seeking was destroyed.
OBI-WAN: Wouldn't that be on record?
JOCASTA NU:It ought to be, unless it was very recent.
(shakes her head) I hate to say it, but it looks like the
system you're searching for doesn't exist.
OBI-WAN: That's impossible... perhaps the archives are
incomplete.
JOCASTA NU:The archives are comprehensive and totally
secure, my young Jedi. One thing you may be absolutely sure
of -if an item does not appear in our records, it does not
exist!
OBI-WAN stares at her, then looks back to the map. JOCASTA
NU notices a young boy approach. She turns from OBI-WAN and
leaves with the youngster.
EXTERIOR: SPACE, STARSHIP FREIGHTER
The massive, slow-moving Freighter moves through space.
INTERIOR: STARFREIGHTER, STEERAGE HOLD - DAY
The great, gloomy hold is crowded with EMIGRANTS and their
belongings. To one side ARTOO is coming to the head of a
food line holding two bowls. With one of his little claw
arms, he grabs a chunk of something that looks like bread.
ARTOO slips a tube into a tub of mush and sucks up a large
quantity. A SERVER sees him.
SERVER:Hey! No Droids! Hey, you! No droids! Get outta here!
ARTOO takes one last big suck and heads away from the food
line.The SERVER shouts after him angrily. The little droid
moves past groups of eating or sleeping EMIGRANTS and comes
to ANAKIN and PADMÉ'S table where ANAKIN is sound asleep.
The young Jedi seems to be having a nightmare. He is very
restless.
ANAKIN: No, no, Mom, no...
He is sweating. PADMÉ leans over resting her hand on his
arm. He wakes up with a start, then realizes where he is.
PADMÉ simply looks at him. He stares back, somewhat
confused.
ANAKIN: What?
PADMÉ: You seemed to be having a nightmare.
ANAKIN looks at PADMÉ a little more closely, trying to see
if he has revealed any of his secrets. She hands him a bowl
of mush and bread.
PADMÉ: Are you hungry?
ANAKIN: Yeah.
PADMÉ takes the food from ARTOO and sets it on a make-shift
table. ANAKIN rises and takes a seat as she places a bowl
in front of him.
ANAKIN: Thanks.
PADMÉ: We went to lightspeed a while ago.
ANAKIN looks into PADMÉ'S eyes.
ANAKIN: I look forward to seeing Naboo again. I've thought
about it every day since I left. It's by far the most
beautiful place I've ever seen...
PADMÉ is a little unnerved by his intense stare.
PADMÉ: It may not be as you remember it. Time changes
perception.
ANAKIN: Sometimes it does... Sometimes for the better.
PADMÉ: Thank you, Artoo. (to Anakin) It must be difficult having sworn your life to the
Jedi... not being able to visit the places you like... or
do the things you like...
ANAKIN: Or be with the people I love.
PADMÉ: Are you allowed to love? I thought it was forbidden
for a Jedi.
ANAKIN: Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden.
Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is
central to a Jedi's life, so you might say we're encouraged
to love.
PADMÉ: You have changed so much.
ANAKIN: You haven't changed a bit. You're exactly the way I
remember you in my dreams. I doubt if Naboo has changed
much either.
PADMÉ: It hasn't...
There is an awkward moment.
PADMÉ: (continuing; changing the subject) You were dreaming
about your mother earlier, weren't you?
ANAKIN: Yes... I left Tatooine so long ago, my memory of
her is fading. I don't want to lose it. Recently I've been
seeing her in my dreams... vivid dreams... scary dreams. I
worry about her.
PADMÉ gives ANAKIN a sympathetic look.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, MAIN HALLWAY - DAY
OBI-WAN walks through the main hallway to the training
area.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, TRAINING VERANDA - DAY
OBI-WAN comes out onto the veranda and stops, watching
TWENTY or so FOUR-YEAR-OLDS doing training exercises,
supervised by YODA. They wear helmets over their eyes and
try to strike little TRAINING DROIDS with their miniature
lightsabers. The DROIDS dance in front of them.
YODA: Don't think... feel... be as one with the Force. Help
you, it will. (he sees Obi-Wan) Younglings - enough! A
visitor we have. Welcome him.
The CHILDREN turn off their lightsabers.
YODA: Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, meet the mighty Bear Clan.
CHILDREN: Welcome, Master Obi-Wan!
OBI-WAN: I am sorry to disturb you, Master.
YODA: What help to you, can I be?
OBI-WAN: I'm looking for a planet described to me by an old
friend. I trust him. But the system doesn't show up on the
archive maps.
YODA: Lost a planet, Master Obi-Wan has. How
embarrassing... how embarrassing. Liam, the shades. An
interesting puzzle. Gather, younglings, around the map
reader. Clear your minds and find Obi-Wan's wayward planet,
we will.
The reader is a small shaft with a hollow opening at the
top. The CHILDREN gather around it. OBI-WAN takes out a
little glass ball and places it into the bowl. The window
shades close, the reader lights up and projects the star
map hologram into the room. The CHILDREN laugh. Some of
them reach up to try and touch the nebulae and stars. OBI-
WAN walks into the display.
OBI-WAN: This is where it ought to be... but it isn't.
Gravity is pulling all the stars in this area inward to
this spot. There should be a star here... but there isn't.
YODA: Most interesting. Gravity's silhouette remains, but
the star and all its planets have disappeared. How can this
be? Now, younglings, in your mind, what is the first thing
you see? An answer? A thought? Anyone?
There is a brief pause. Then a CHILD puts his hand up. YODA
nods.
JEDI CHILD JACK: Master? Because someone erased it from the
archive memory.
CHILDREN: That's right! Yes! That's what happened! Someone
erased it!
JEDI CHILD MAY: If the planet blew up, the gravity would go
away.
OBI-WAN stares; YODA chuckles.
YODA: Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is. The Padawan
is right. Go to the center of the gravity's pull, and find
your planet you will.
YODA and OBI-WAN move away from the CHILDREN. With a hand
movement, OBI-WAN causes the star map to disappear. OBI-WAN
uses the Force to call the glass ball back to his hand as
the two walk into an adjoining room.
OBI-WAN: But Master Yoda who could have erased information
from the archives? That's impossible, isn't it?
YODA: (frowning) Dangerous and disturbing this puzzle is.
Only a Jedi could have erased those files. But who and why,
harder to answer. Meditate on this, I will. May the Force
be with you.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, HANGAR - LATE AFTERNOON
Obi-Wan and Mace are walking along the Jedi Landing
Platform.
OBI-WAN: It appears someone doesn't want us to know
about this Kamino System
MACE WINDU: Which means there's something happening
in their System we should know about.
OBI-WAN: Master, do you think a Jedi could have erased
those files?
MACE WINDU: I hope not. This disturbance in the Force
is making it hard to get a sense of things.
The small platform they are on with Obi-Wan's Starfighter
moves outside.
EXTERIOR: LANDING PLATFORM - LATE AFTERNOON
They walk over to the Jedi Starfighter
OBI-WAN: I'm concernedwith for my Padawan. He is not ready
to be on his own.
MACE WINDU: If the prophesy is true, he is the one who
will bring balance to the Force.
OBI-WAN: But he still has much to learn. His skills have
made him, well, arrogant.I realize now what you and Master
Yoda said from the beginning,the boy was too old to start
his training...
OBI-WAN hesitates.
OBI-WAN: Master we should not be given this assignment.
I fear Anakin will not be able to protect the Senator.
MACE WINDU: Why?
OBI-WAN: He has an emotional connection with her.
It's been there since he was a boy. Now he's confused...
Distracted.
MACE WINDU: Obi-Wan, you must have faith that he
will choose the right path.
OBI-WAN climbs into the cockpit of the Starfighter.
OBI-WAN: Has Master Yoda gained any insight into
whether or not this war will come about?
MACE WINDU: Probing the Dark Side is a dangerous
process. He could be in seclusion for days... May the
force be with you.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, YODA'S QUARTERS - LATE AFTERNOON
YODA sits with his eyes closed, meditating. Silence.
EXTERIOR: NABOO SPACEPORT - DAY
The Starfreighter lands in the giant port city of Theed.
PADMÉ, ANAKIN and ARTOO are among the EMIGRANTS streaming
from the Starfreighter and into the vast docking area. They
exit onto the main plaza.
EXTERIOR: NABOO PALACE, GRAND COURTYARD - AFTERNOON
The speeder bus pulls up and stops. PADMÉ, ANAKIN, and
ARTOO get out. The great courtyard stretches before them,
and they see the rose-colored domes of the palace on the
far side. ARTOO WHISTLES. They pick up their gear and start
to cross the courtyard. ARTOO trundles behind them.
ANAKIN: If I grew up here, I don't think I'd ever leave.
PADMÉ: (laughing) I doubt that.
ANAKIN: No, really. When I started my training, I was very
homesick and very lonely. This city and my Mom were the
only pleasant things I had to think about... The problem
was, the more I thought about my Mom, the worse I felt. But
I would feel better if I thought about the palace - the way
it shimmers in the sunlight - the way the air always smells
of flowers...
PADMÉ: ...and the soft sound of the distant waterfalls. The
first time I saw the Capital, I was very young... I'd never
seen a waterfall before. I thought they were so
beautiful... I never dreamed one day I'd live in the
palace.
ANAKIN: Well, tell me, did you dream of power and politics
when you were a little girl?
PADMÉ: (laughing) No! That was the last thing I thought of,
but the more history I studied, the more I realized how
much good politicians could do. After school, I became a
Senatorial advisor with such a passion that, before I knew
it, I was elected Queen. For the most part it was because
of my conviction that reform was possible. I wasn't the
youngest Queen ever elected, but now that I think back on
it, I'm not sure I was old enough. I'm not sure I was
ready.
ANAKIN: The people you served thought you did a good job. I
heard they tried to amend the Constitution so you could
stay in office.
PADMÉ: Popular rule is not democracy, Annie. It gives the
people what they want, not what they need. And, truthfully,
I was relieved when my two terms were up. So were my
parents. They worried about me during the blockade and
couldn't wait for it all to be over. Actually, I was hoping
to have a family by now... My sisters have the most
amazing, wonderful kids... So when the Queen asked me to
serve as Senator, I couldn't refuse her.
ANAKIN: I agree! I think the Republic needs you... I'm glad
you chose to serve. I feel things are going to happen in
our generation that will change the galaxy in profound
ways.
PADMÉ: I think so too.
ANAKIN and PADMÉ walk toward the palace. ARTOO continues to
follow.
INTERIOR: NABOO PALACE, THRONE ROOM - AFTERNOON
QUEEN JAMILLIA is seated on the throne, flanked by SIO
BIBBLE and a COUPLE OF ADVISORS. FOUR HANDMAIDENS stand
close by, and GUARDS are at the doors.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: We've been worried about you. (takes her
hand) I'm so glad you're safe, Padmé.
PADMÉ: Thank you, Your Highness. I only wish I could have
served you better by staying on Coruscant for the vote.
SIO BIBBLE: Given the circumstances, Senator, you know it
was the only decision Her Highness could have made.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: How many systems have joined Count Dooku
and the separatists?
PADMÉ: Thousands. And more are leaving the Republic every
day. If the Senate votes to create an army, I'm sure it's
going to push us into a civil war.
SIO BIBBLE: It's unthinkable! There hasn't been a full
scale war since the formation of the Republic!
QUEEN JAMILLIA: Do you see any way, through negotiations,
to bring the separatists back into the Republic?
PADMÉ: Not if they feel threatened. The separatists don't
have an army, but if they are provoked, they will move to
defend themselves. I'm sure of that. And with no time or
money to build an army, my guess is they will turn to the
Commerce Guilds or the Trade Federation for help.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: The armies of commerce! Why has nothing
been done in the Senate to restrain them?
PADMÉ: I'm afraid that, despite the Chancellor's best
efforts, there are still many bureaucrats, judges, and even
Senators on the payrolls of the Guilds.
SIO BIBBLE: It's outrageous that, after all of those
hearings, and four trials in the Supreme Court, Nute Gunray
is still the Viceroy of the Trade Federation. I fear the
Senate is powerless to resolve this crisis. Do those money
mongers control everything?
QUEEN JAMILLIA: Remember, Counselor, the courts were able
to reduce the Federation's armies. That's a move in the
right direction.
PADMÉ: There are rumors, Your Highness, that the Trade
Federation Army was not reduced as they were ordered.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: We must keep our faith in the Republic. The
day we stop believing democracy can work is the day we lose
it.
PADMÉ: Let's pray that day never comes.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: In the meantime, we must consider your own
safety.
SIO BIBBLE signals. All the OTHER ADVISORS and ATTENDANTS
bow and leave the room.
SIO BIBBLE: (to Anakin) What is your suggestion, Master
Jedi?
PADMÉ: Anakin's not a Jedi yet, Counselor. He's still a
Padawan learner. I was thinking...
ANAKIN: (nettled) Hey, hold on a minute!
PADMÉ: Excuse me! I was thinking I would stay in the Lake
Country. There are some places up there that are very
isolated.
ANAKIN: Excuse me?! I am in charge of security here,
M'Lady.
SIO BIBBLE and QUEEN JAMILLIA exchange a look. Something is
going on here.
PADMÉ: Annie, my life is at risk, and this is my home. I
know it very well... that is why we're here. I think it
would be wise for you to take advantage of my knowledge in
this instance.
ANAKIN: (takes a deep breath) Sorry, M'Lady.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: Perfect. It's settled then.
ANAKIN glares at PADMÉ. Then QUEEN JAMILLIA gets up, and
they all start to leave.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: Padmé, I had an audience with your father
yesterday. I told him what was happening. He hopes you will
visit your mother before you leave... your family's very
worried about you.
PADMÉ: Thank you, your Highness.
PADMÉ looks worried. They ALL exit down the main staircase.
EXTERIOR: THEED, RESIDENTIAL AREA, SIDE STREET - AFTERNOON
PEOPLE are passing through the little street, OLD MEN are
sunning themselves, WOMEN are gossiping, KIDS are playing.
ANAKIN, PADMÉ and ARTOO turn onto a side street. ANAKIN is
back in his Jedi robes. PADMÉ wear a beautiful simple
dress. She stops, beaming.
PADMÉ:There's my house! We're here. This is my house!
PADMÉ starts forward; ANAKIN hangs back.
PADMÉ: What? Don't say you're shy!
ANAKIN: (untruthfully) No, but I...
Suddenly, there are shouts from two little girls, RYOO (age
6) and POOJA (age 4). They come running toward PADMÉ.
PADMÉ: Ryoo!! Pooja!!
PADMÉ scoops up RYOO and POOJA and hugs them.
PADMÉ: Go wake up Artoo.
RYOO & POOJA: Artoo!!!
As they see the droid, they hug him. ARTOO WHISTLES and
BEEPS. PADMÉ laughs. ANAKIN and PADMÉ go on toward the
house. The GIRLS stay and play with ARTOO.
INTERIOR: PADMÉ'S PARENTS' HOUSE, MAIN ROOM - AFTERNOON
SOLA, PADMÉ'S beautiful older sister, comes in from the
kitchen carrying a big bowl of food.
SOLA: (over her shoulder) They're eating over at Jev
Narran's later, Mom. They just had a snack. They'll be
fine.
SOLA puts the bowl down on the table, where ANAKIN, PADMÉ
and RUWEE NABERRIE (Padme's father) are coming into the
room.
SOLA: Padmé! (hugging her)You're late. Mom was worried.
PADMÉ:We walked. Anakin, this is my sister, Sola.
SOLA: Hello, Anakin.
ANAKIN: Hello.
SOLA sits, as JOBAL NABERRIE (Padme's mother) comes in with
a heaped bowl of steaming food.
PADMÉ: ...and this is my mother.
JOBAL:You're Hello. You made it just in time for dinner. I hope you're
hungry, Anakin.
ANAKIN: A little.
PADMÉ: He's being polite, Mom. We're starving.
RUWEE: (grinning)You came Well, you've come to the right place at the right
time.
EVERYONE sits and starts passing food.
JOBAL: (to Padmé) Honey, it's so good to see you safe. We
were so worried.
PADMÉ gives JOBAL a dirty look. RUWEE smiles as he watches.
RUWEE: Dear...
JOBAL: I know, I know... but I had to say it. Now it's
done.
SOLA:Well, this is exciting! Do you know, Anakin, you're
the first boyfriend my sister's ever brought home?
PADMÉ:(rolls her eyes) Sola!! He isn't my boyfriend! He's
a Jedi assigned by the Senate to protect me.
JOVAL: A bodyguard?! Oh, Padme! They didn't tell us it was
that serious!
PADMÉ: It's not,Mom, I promise. (glances at Jobal) Anyway,
Anakin's a friend. I've known him for years. Remember that
little boy who was with the Jedi during the blockade
crisis?
They nod.
PADMÉ: He grew up.
JOBAL: Honey, when are you going to settle down? Haven't
you had enough of that life? I certainly have!
PADMÉ: Mom, I'm not in any danger.
PADMÉ: I'm not in any danger, Mom.
RUWEE: (to Anakin) Is she?
ANAKIN: ...Yes ...I'm afraid she is.
PADMÉ: (quickly) But not much.
Silence.
TBC...
Main changes: The scenes of the Lost Twenty conversation, Obi-Wan and Mace in the hangar, and Padmé's family home reinstated.
Enjoy.
From high above, light streams down from the lofty
ceilings. OBI-WAN crosses the floor of the great hallway,
heading for the Analysis Rooms.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, ANALYSIS CUBICLES - LATE DAY
OBI-WAN walks past several glass cubicles where work is
going on. He comes to an empty one and sits down in front
of a console. A SP-4 ANALYSIS DROID comes to life. A tray
slides out of the console.
SP-4: Place the subject for analysis on the sensor tray,
please.
OBI-WAN puts the dart onto the tray, which retracts into
the console. The DROID activates the system, and a screen
lights up in front of OBI-WAN.
OBI-WAN: It's a toxic dart. I need to know where it came
from and who made it.
SP-4: One moment, please.
Diagrams and data appear on the screen, scrolling past at
great speed. OBI-WAN watches as the screen goes blank. The
tray slides out.
SP-4: Markings cannot be identified. As you can see on your
screen, subject weapon does not exist in any known culture.
Probably self-made by a warrior not associated with any
known society. Stand away from the sensor tray please.
OBI-WAN: Excuse me? Could you try again please?
SP-4: Master Jedi, our records are very thorough. They
cover eighty percent of the galaxy. If I can't tell you
where it came from, nobody can.
OBI-WAN picks up the dart and looks at it, then looks to
the DROID.
OBI-WAN: Thanks for your assistance! (to himself) I know
who can identify this.
EXTERIOR: CORUSCANT, DOWNTOWN, BACK STREET - MORNING
OBI-WAN walks down the street. It is a pretty tough part of
town. Old buildings, warehouses, beat up speeders and
transporter rigs thundering past. Above, the old elevated
monospeed with occasional "shiny freighters" hissing
through.
OBI-WAN comes to a kind of alien diner. On the steamed-up
windows it says "DEX'S DINER" in alien lettering. He goes
inside.
INTERIOR: CORUSCANT, DEX'S DINER - MORNING
A WAITRESS DROID is carrying plates of half-eaten food.
There is a counter with stools and a line of booths along
the wall by the window. A number of CUSTOMERS are eating -
TOUGH-LOOKING WORKERS, FREIGHTER DRIVERS, ETC. The WAITRESS
DROID looks up as OBI-WAN comes in.
WAITRESS DROID: Can I help ya?
OBI-WAN: I'm looking for Dexter.
The WAITRESS DROID approaches OBI-WAN.
WAITRESS DROID: Waddya want him for?
OBI-WAN: He's not in trouble. It's personal.
There is a brief pause. Then the DROID goes to the open
serving hatch behind the counter.
WIITRESS DROID: Someone to see ya, honey. (lowering her
voice) A Jedi, by the looks of him.
Steam billows out from the kitchen hatch behind the counter
as a huge head pokes through.
DEXTER JETTSTER: Obi-Wan!
OBI-WAN: Hey, Dex.
DEXTER JETTSTER: Take a seat! Be right with ya!
OBI-WAN sits in a booth.
WAITRESS DROID: You want a cup of ardees?
OBI-WAN: Oh yes, thank you.
The WAITRESS DROID moves off as the door to the counter
opens and DEXTER JETTSTER appears. He is big - bald and
sweaty, old and alien. Not someone to tangle with. He
arrives, beaming hugely.
DEXTER JETTSTER: Hey, ol' buddy!
OBI-WAN: Hey, Dex.
DEXTER eases himself into the seat opposite OBI-WAN. He can
just make it.
DEXTER JETTSTER: So, my friend. What can I do for ya?
OBI-WAN: You can tell me what this is.
OBI-WAN places the dart on the table between them. DEX'S
eyes widen. He puts down his mug.
DEXTER JETTSTER: (softly) Well, whaddya know...
DEXTER picks up the dart delicately between his puffy
fingers and peers at it.
DEXTER JETTSTER: I ain't seen one of these since I was
prospecting on Subterrel beyond the Outer Rim!
OBI-WAN: Can you tell me where it came from?
DEXTER grins. He puts the dart down between them.
DEXTER JETTSTER: This baby belongs to them cloners. What
you got here is a Kamino saberdart.
OBI-WAN: Kamino saberdart? ...I wonder why it didn't show
up in our analysis archive.
DEXTER JETTSTER: It's these funny little cuts on the side
give it away... Those analysis droids you've got over there
only focus on symbols, you know. I should think you Jedi
would have more respect for the difference between
knowledge and wisdom.
OBI-WAN: Well, Dex, if droids could think, we wouldn't be
here, would we? (laughing) Kamino... doesn't sound
familiar. Is it part of the Republic?
DEXTER JETTSTER: No, it's beyond the Outer Rim. I'd say
about twelve parsecs outside the Rishi Maze, toward the
south. It should be easy to find, even for those droids in
your archive. These Kaminoans keep to themselves. They're
cloners. Damned good ones, too.
OBI-WAN picks up the dart, holding it midway between them.
OBI-WAN: Cloners? Are they friendly?
DEXTER JETTSTER: It depends.
OBI-WAN: On what, Dex?
Dexter grins.
DEXTER JETTSTER: On how good your manners are... and how
big your pocketbook is...
EXTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE - DAY
The main entrance at the base of the huge Temple is
bustling with activity. All sorts of JEDI are coming and
going.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, ARCHIVE LIBRARY - DAY
A bronze bust of Count Dooku stands among a line of other
busts of Jedi in the Archive Room. OBI-WAN stands in front
of it, studying the striking features of the chiseled face.
On the walls, lighted computer panels seem to stretch into
infinity. Farther along the room in the background, FIVE
JEDI are seated at tables, studying archive material.
After OBI-WAN studies the bust for a few moments before
MADAME JOCASTA NU, the Jedi Archivist, is standing next to
him. She is an elderly, frail-looking human Jedi. Tough as
old boots and smart as a whip.
JOCASTA NU: Did you call for assistance?
OBI-WAN: (distracted in thought) Yes... yes, I did...
JOCASTA NU: He has a powerful face, doesn't he? He was one
of the most brilliant Jedi I have had the privilege of
knowing.
OBI-WAN: I never understood why he quit.
have ever left the Order.
JOCASTA NU: (sighs) The Lost Twenty... Count Dooku was the
most recent and the most painful. No one likes to talk
about it. His leaving was a great loss to the Order.
OBI-WAN: What happened?
JOCASTA NU: Well,
with the decisions of the Council... much like your old
Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.
OBI-WAN: (surprised) Really?
JOCASTA NU: Oh, yes. They were
individual thinkers... idealists...
JOCASTA NU gazes at the bust.
JOCASTA NU:
powerful Jedi. He wanted to be the best. With a lightsaber,
in the old style of fencing, he had no match. His knowledge
of the Force was... unique.
because he lost faith in the Republic.
politics were corrupt, and he felt the Jedi betrayed
themselves by serving the politicians. He always had very
high expectations of government.
ten years, then just showed up recently as the head of the
separatist movement.
OBI-WAN: It's very interesting. I'm not sure I completely
understand.
JOCASTA NU: Well, I'm sure you didn't call me over here for
a history lesson. Are you having a problem, Master Kenobi?
OBI-WAN: Yes, um, I'm
Kamino. It doesn't
charts.
JOCASTA NU: - Kamino. Kamino? It's not a system I'm familiar with...
JOCASTA NU leans over OBI-WAN'S shoulder, looking at the
screen.
OBI-WAN:
Maze.
JOCASTA NU taps the keyboard
directions you'd get from a street tout... some old miner
or Furbog trader.
OBI-WAN: All three, actually.
JOCASTA NU: Are you sure it exists?
OBI-WAN: Absolutely.
JOCASTA NU: Let me do a gravitational scan.
OBI-WAN and JOCASTA NU study the star map hologram.
planet you're seeking was destroyed.
OBI-WAN: Wouldn't that be on record?
JOCASTA NU:
(shakes her head) I hate to say it, but it looks like the
system you're searching for doesn't exist.
OBI-WAN: That's impossible... perhaps the archives are
incomplete.
JOCASTA NU:
secure, my young Jedi. One thing you may be absolutely sure
of -
exist!
OBI-WAN stares at her, then looks back to the map. JOCASTA
NU notices a young boy approach. She turns from OBI-WAN and
leaves with the youngster.
EXTERIOR: SPACE, STARSHIP FREIGHTER
The massive, slow-moving Freighter moves through space.
INTERIOR: STARFREIGHTER, STEERAGE HOLD - DAY
The great, gloomy hold is crowded with EMIGRANTS and their
belongings. To one side ARTOO is coming to the head of a
food line holding two bowls. With one of his little claw
arms, he grabs a chunk of something that looks like bread.
ARTOO slips a tube into a tub of mush and sucks up a large
quantity. A SERVER sees him.
SERVER:
ARTOO takes one last big suck and heads away from the food
line.
moves past groups of eating or sleeping EMIGRANTS and comes
to ANAKIN and PADMÉ'S table
The young Jedi seems to be having a nightmare. He is very
restless
He is sweating. PADMÉ leans over resting her hand on his
arm. He wakes up with a start, then realizes where he is.
PADMÉ simply looks at him. He stares back, somewhat
confused.
ANAKIN: What?
PADMÉ: You seemed to be having a nightmare.
ANAKIN looks at PADMÉ a little more closely, trying to see
if he has revealed any of his secrets. She hands him a bowl
of mush and bread.
PADMÉ: Are you hungry?
ANAKIN: Yeah.
PADMÉ takes the food from ARTOO and sets it on a make-shift
table. ANAKIN rises and takes a seat as she places a bowl
in front of him.
ANAKIN: Thanks.
PADMÉ: We went to lightspeed a while ago.
ANAKIN looks into PADMÉ'S eyes.
ANAKIN: I look forward to seeing Naboo again. I've thought
about it every day since I left. It's by far the most
beautiful place I've ever seen...
PADMÉ is a little unnerved by his intense stare.
PADMÉ: It may not be as you remember it. Time changes
perception.
ANAKIN: Sometimes it does... Sometimes for the better.
PADMÉ: Thank you, Artoo. (to Anakin) It must be difficult having sworn your life to the
Jedi... not being able to visit the places you like... or
do the things you like...
ANAKIN: Or be with the people I love.
PADMÉ: Are you allowed to love? I thought it was forbidden
for a Jedi.
ANAKIN: Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden.
Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is
central to a Jedi's life, so you might say we're encouraged
to love.
PADMÉ: You have changed so much.
ANAKIN: You haven't changed a bit. You're exactly the way I
remember you in my dreams.
much either.
PADMÉ: It hasn't...
There is an awkward moment.
PADMÉ: (continuing; changing the subject) You were dreaming
about your mother earlier, weren't you?
ANAKIN: Yes... I left Tatooine so long ago, my memory of
her is fading. I don't want to lose it. Recently I've been
seeing her in my dreams... vivid dreams... scary dreams. I
worry about her.
PADMÉ gives ANAKIN a sympathetic look.
OBI-WAN walks through the main hallway to the training
area.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, TRAINING VERANDA - DAY
OBI-WAN comes out onto the veranda and stops, watching
TWENTY or so FOUR-YEAR-OLDS doing training exercises,
supervised by YODA. They wear helmets over their eyes and
try to strike little TRAINING DROIDS with their miniature
lightsabers. The DROIDS dance in front of them.
YODA: Don't think... feel... be as one with the Force. Help
you, it will. (he sees Obi-Wan) Younglings - enough! A
visitor we have. Welcome him.
The CHILDREN turn off their lightsabers.
YODA: Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, meet the mighty Bear Clan.
CHILDREN: Welcome, Master Obi-Wan!
OBI-WAN: I am sorry to disturb you, Master.
YODA: What help to you, can I be?
OBI-WAN: I'm looking for a planet described to me by an old
friend. I trust him. But the system doesn't show up on the
archive maps.
YODA: Lost a planet, Master Obi-Wan has. How
embarrassing... how embarrassing. Liam, the shades. An
interesting puzzle. Gather, younglings, around the map
reader. Clear your minds and find Obi-Wan's wayward planet,
we will.
The reader is a small shaft with a hollow opening at the
top. The CHILDREN gather around it. OBI-WAN takes out a
little glass ball and places it into the bowl. The window
shades close, the reader lights up and projects the star
map hologram into the room. The CHILDREN laugh. Some of
them reach up to try and touch the nebulae and stars. OBI-
WAN walks into the display.
OBI-WAN: This is where it ought to be... but it isn't.
Gravity is pulling all the stars in this area inward to
this spot. There should be a star here... but there isn't.
YODA: Most interesting. Gravity's silhouette remains, but
the star and all its planets have disappeared. How can this
be? Now, younglings, in your mind, what is the first thing
you see? An answer? A thought? Anyone?
There is a brief pause. Then a CHILD puts his hand up. YODA
nods.
JEDI CHILD JACK: Master? Because someone erased it from the
archive memory.
CHILDREN: That's right! Yes! That's what happened! Someone
erased it!
JEDI CHILD MAY: If the planet blew up, the gravity would go
away.
OBI-WAN stares; YODA chuckles.
YODA: Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is. The Padawan
is right. Go to the center of the gravity's pull, and find
your planet you will.
YODA and OBI-WAN move away from the CHILDREN. With a hand
movement, OBI-WAN causes the star map to disappear. OBI-WAN
uses the Force to call the glass ball back to his hand as
the two walk into an adjoining room.
OBI-WAN: But Master Yoda who could have erased information
from the archives? That's impossible, isn't it?
YODA: (frowning) Dangerous and disturbing this puzzle is.
Only a Jedi could have erased those files. But who and why,
harder to answer. Meditate on this, I will. May the Force
be with you.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, HANGAR - LATE AFTERNOON
Obi-Wan and Mace are walking along the Jedi Landing
Platform.
OBI-WAN: It appears someone doesn't want us to know
about this Kamino System
MACE WINDU: Which means there's something happening
in their System we should know about.
OBI-WAN: Master, do you think a Jedi could have erased
those files?
MACE WINDU: I hope not. This disturbance in the Force
is making it hard to get a sense of things.
The small platform they are on with Obi-Wan's Starfighter
moves outside.
EXTERIOR: LANDING PLATFORM - LATE AFTERNOON
They walk over to the Jedi Starfighter
OBI-WAN: I'm concerned
to be on his own.
MACE WINDU: If the prophesy is true, he is the one who
will bring balance to the Force.
OBI-WAN: But he still has much to learn. His skills have
made him, well, arrogant.
Yoda said from the beginning,
his training...
OBI-WAN hesitates.
OBI-WAN: Master we should not be given this assignment.
I fear Anakin will not be able to protect the Senator.
MACE WINDU: Why?
OBI-WAN: He has an emotional connection with her.
It's been there since he was a boy. Now he's confused...
Distracted.
MACE WINDU: Obi-Wan, you must have faith that he
will choose the right path.
OBI-WAN climbs into the cockpit of the Starfighter.
OBI-WAN: Has Master Yoda gained any insight into
whether or not this war will come about?
MACE WINDU: Probing the Dark Side is a dangerous
process. He could be in seclusion for days... May the
force be with you.
INTERIOR: JEDI TEMPLE, YODA'S QUARTERS - LATE AFTERNOON
YODA sits with his eyes closed, meditating. Silence.
EXTERIOR: NABOO SPACEPORT - DAY
The Starfreighter lands in the giant port city of Theed.
from the Starfreighter and into the vast docking area. They
exit onto the main plaza.
EXTERIOR: NABOO PALACE, GRAND COURTYARD - AFTERNOON
The speeder bus pulls up and stops. PADMÉ, ANAKIN, and
ARTOO get out. The great courtyard stretches before them,
and they see the rose-colored domes of the palace on the
far side. ARTOO WHISTLES. They pick up their gear and start
to cross the courtyard. ARTOO trundles behind them.
PADMÉ: (laughing) I doubt that.
ANAKIN: No, really. When I started my training, I was very
homesick and very lonely. This city and my Mom were the
only pleasant things I had to think about... The problem
was, the more I thought about my Mom, the worse I felt. But
I would feel better if I thought about the palace - the way
it shimmers in the sunlight - the way the air always smells
of flowers...
PADMÉ: ...and the soft sound of the distant waterfalls. The
first time I saw the Capital, I was very young... I'd never
seen a waterfall before. I thought they were so
beautiful... I never dreamed one day I'd live in the
palace.
ANAKIN: Well, tell me, did you dream of power and politics
when you were a little girl?
PADMÉ: (laughing) No! That was the last thing I thought of,
but the more history I studied, the more I realized how
much good politicians could do. After school, I became a
Senatorial advisor with such a passion that, before I knew
it, I was elected Queen. For the most part it was because
of my conviction that reform was possible. I wasn't the
youngest Queen ever elected, but now that I think back on
it, I'm not sure I was old enough. I'm not sure I was
ready.
ANAKIN: The people you served thought you did a good job. I
heard they tried to amend the Constitution so you could
stay in office.
PADMÉ: Popular rule is not democracy, Annie. It gives the
people what they want, not what they need. And, truthfully,
I was relieved when my two terms were up. So were my
parents. They worried about me during the blockade and
couldn't wait for it all to be over. Actually, I was hoping
to have a family by now... My sisters have the most
amazing, wonderful kids... So when the Queen asked me to
serve as Senator, I couldn't refuse her.
ANAKIN: I agree! I think the Republic needs you... I'm glad
you chose to serve. I feel things are going to happen in
our generation that will change the galaxy in profound
ways.
PADMÉ: I think so too.
ANAKIN and PADMÉ walk toward the palace. ARTOO continues to
follow.
INTERIOR: NABOO PALACE, THRONE ROOM - AFTERNOON
QUEEN JAMILLIA is seated on the throne, flanked by SIO
BIBBLE and a COUPLE OF ADVISORS. FOUR HANDMAIDENS stand
close by, and GUARDS are at the doors.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: We've been worried about you. (takes her
hand) I'm so glad you're safe, Padmé.
PADMÉ: Thank you, Your Highness. I only wish I could have
served you better by staying on Coruscant for the vote.
SIO BIBBLE: Given the circumstances, Senator, you know it
was the only decision Her Highness could have made.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: How many systems have joined Count Dooku
and the separatists?
PADMÉ: Thousands. And more are leaving the Republic every
day. If the Senate votes to create an army, I'm sure it's
going to push us into a civil war.
SIO BIBBLE: It's unthinkable! There hasn't been a full
scale war since the formation of the Republic!
QUEEN JAMILLIA: Do you see any way, through negotiations,
to bring the separatists back into the Republic?
PADMÉ: Not if they feel threatened. The separatists don't
have an army, but if they are provoked, they will move to
defend themselves. I'm sure of that. And with no time or
money to build an army, my guess is they will turn to the
Commerce Guilds or the Trade Federation for help.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: The armies of commerce! Why has nothing
been done in the Senate to restrain them?
PADMÉ: I'm afraid that, despite the Chancellor's best
efforts, there are still many bureaucrats, judges, and even
Senators on the payrolls of the Guilds.
SIO BIBBLE: It's outrageous that, after all of those
hearings, and four trials in the Supreme Court, Nute Gunray
is still the Viceroy of the Trade Federation. I fear the
Senate is powerless to resolve this crisis. Do those money
mongers control everything?
QUEEN JAMILLIA: Remember, Counselor, the courts were able
to reduce the Federation's armies. That's a move in the
right direction.
PADMÉ: There are rumors, Your Highness, that the Trade
Federation Army was not reduced as they were ordered.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: We must keep our faith in the Republic. The
day we stop believing democracy can work is the day we lose
it.
PADMÉ: Let's pray that day never comes.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: In the meantime, we must consider your own
safety.
SIO BIBBLE signals. All the OTHER ADVISORS and ATTENDANTS
bow and leave the room.
SIO BIBBLE: (to Anakin) What is your suggestion, Master
Jedi?
PADMÉ: Anakin's not a Jedi yet, Counselor. He's still a
Padawan learner. I was thinking...
ANAKIN: (nettled) Hey, hold on a minute!
PADMÉ: Excuse me! I was thinking I would stay in the Lake
Country. There are some places up there that are very
isolated.
ANAKIN: Excuse me?! I am in charge of security here,
M'Lady.
SIO BIBBLE and QUEEN JAMILLIA exchange a look. Something is
going on here.
PADMÉ: Annie, my life is at risk, and this is my home. I
know it very well... that is why we're here. I think it
would be wise for you to take advantage of my knowledge in
this instance.
ANAKIN: (takes a deep breath) Sorry, M'Lady.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: Perfect. It's settled then.
ANAKIN glares at PADMÉ. Then QUEEN JAMILLIA gets up, and
they all start to leave.
QUEEN JAMILLIA: Padmé, I had an audience with your father
yesterday. I told him what was happening. He hopes you will
visit your mother before you leave... your family's very
worried about you.
PADMÉ: Thank you, your Highness.
PADMÉ looks worried. They ALL exit down the main staircase.
EXTERIOR: THEED, RESIDENTIAL AREA, SIDE STREET - AFTERNOON
PEOPLE are passing through the little street, OLD MEN are
sunning themselves, WOMEN are gossiping, KIDS are playing.
ANAKIN, PADMÉ and ARTOO turn onto a side street. ANAKIN is
back in his Jedi robes. PADMÉ wear a beautiful simple
dress. She stops, beaming.
PADMÉ:
PADMÉ: What? Don't say you're shy!
ANAKIN: (untruthfully) No, but I...
Suddenly, there are shouts from two little girls, RYOO (age
6) and POOJA (age 4). They come running toward PADMÉ.
PADMÉ: Ryoo!! Pooja!!
PADMÉ scoops up RYOO and POOJA and hugs them.
RYOO & POOJA: Artoo!!!
As they see the droid, they hug him. ARTOO WHISTLES and
BEEPS. PADMÉ laughs. ANAKIN and PADMÉ go on toward the
house. The GIRLS stay and play with ARTOO.
INTERIOR: PADMÉ'S PARENTS' HOUSE, MAIN ROOM - AFTERNOON
SOLA, PADMÉ'S beautiful older sister, comes in from the
kitchen carrying a big bowl of food.
Narran's later, Mom. They just had a snack. They'll be
fine.
SOLA puts the bowl down on the table, where ANAKIN, PADMÉ
and RUWEE NABERRIE (Padme's father) are coming into the
room.
SOLA: Padmé! (hugging her)
PADMÉ:
SOLA: Hello, Anakin.
ANAKIN: Hello.
SOLA sits, as JOBAL NABERRIE (Padme's mother) comes in with
a heaped bowl of steaming food.
PADMÉ: ...and this is my mother.
JOBAL:
hungry, Anakin.
ANAKIN: A little.
PADMÉ: He's being polite, Mom. We're starving.
RUWEE: (grinning)
time.
EVERYONE sits and starts passing food.
JOBAL: (to Padmé) Honey, it's so good to see you safe. We
were so worried.
PADMÉ gives JOBAL a dirty look. RUWEE smiles as he watches.
RUWEE: Dear...
JOBAL: I know, I know... but I had to say it. Now it's
done.
SOLA:
the first boyfriend my sister's ever brought home?
PADMÉ:
a Jedi assigned by the Senate to protect me.
JOVAL: A bodyguard?! Oh, Padme! They didn't tell us it was
that serious!
PADMÉ: It's not,
Anakin's a friend. I've known him for years. Remember that
little boy who was with the Jedi during the blockade
crisis?
They nod.
PADMÉ: He grew up.
JOBAL: Honey, when are you going to settle down? Haven't
you had enough of that life? I certainly have!
PADMÉ: Mom, I'm not in any danger.
PADMÉ: I'm not in any danger, Mom.
RUWEE: (to Anakin) Is she?
ANAKIN: ...Yes ...I'm afraid she is.
Silence.
TBC...
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