Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace (1999) - full transcript

(FOX FANFARE)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINES ROARING)

- QUI-GON: Captain.
- Yes, sir?

Tell them we wish
to board at once.

- (BEEPING)
- With all due respect.

The ambassadors for the supreme
chancellor wish to board immediately.

Yes, of course. As you know, our
blockade is perfectly legal.

And we'd be happy to
receive the ambassadors.

(ENGINE ROARS)

- (HATCH OPENS)
- I'm TC-14 at your service.



This way, please.

(HATCH CLOSES)

We are greatly honor by
your visit, ambassadors.

Make yourself's comfortable.

My master will be
with you shortly.

I have a bad feeling
about this.

I don't sense anything.

It's not about the
mission, Master.

It's something, elsewhere.

Elusive.

Don't center on your
anxieties, Obi-Wan.

Keep your concentration here
and now, where it belongs.

But Master Yoda said,

I should be mindful
of the future.



But not at the expense
of the moment.

Be mindful of the living
Force, young Padawan.

Yes, master.

OBI-WAN: How do you think
this trade viceroy

will deal with the
chancellor's demands?

QUI-GON: These Federation
types are cowards.

The negotiations
will be shorter.

VICEROY: What?
What did you say?

The ambassadors are Jedi
knights, I believe.

I knew it. They're here
to force a settlement.

Distract them.

- I will contact Lord Sidious.
- Are you brain-dead?

I'm not going in
there with two Jedi.

Send a droid.

(HATCH OPENS)

OBI-WAN: Is it in their nature
to make us wait this long?

QUI-GON: No.

I sense an unusual amount of
fear for something as trivial

as this trade dispute.

SIDIOUS: What is it?

This scheme of yours has
failed, Lord Sidious.

The blockade is finished.

We dare not go
against these Jedi.

Viceroy.

I don't want this stunted
slime in my sight again.

SIDIOUS: This turn of
events is unfortunate.

We must accelerate our plans.

Begin landing your troops.

- My, Lord. Is that legal?
- I will make it legal.

And the Jedi?

The chancellor should never
have brought them into this.

Kill them immediately.

Yes. Yes, my lord.
As you wish.

(WEAPONS COCKING)

Captain, look!

(SCREAMING) Shields up!

(SHIP EXPLOSES)

- (LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)
- TC-14: Oh, sorry.

- Dioxis.
- (LIGHTSABER DEACTIVATING)

VICEROY: They must
be dead by now.

- Destroy what's left of them.
- (HATCH OPENS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

- Oh! Excuse me.
- Check it out, Corporal.

- We'll cover you.
- Roger, roger.

- (LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)
- Uh-oh! Blast them!

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

- What is going on down there?
- We lost the tranmission, sir.

Have you ever encountered a
Jedi knight before, sir?

Well, no, but I don't.

- Seal off the bridge.
- Yes, sir.

That won't be enough, sir.

I want droidekas
up here at once!

- (HATCH CLOSING)
- We will not survive this.

(BATTLE DROID GROANS)

- (SAWING)
- Close the blast doors!

(BLAST DOOR CLOSING)

That will hold them.

- They are still coming through!
- This is impossible!

Where are those Droidekas?

Master, destroyers!

(WEAPONS COCKING)

They have shield generators.

It's a standoff. Let's go!

They're no match
for droidekas.

Sir.

They've gone up the
ventilation shaft.

- QUI-GON: Battle droids.
- OBI-WAN: It's an invasion army.

This is an odd play for
the Trade Federation.

We've got to warn the Naboo and
contact Chancellor Valorum.

QUI-GON: Let's split up.

Stow aboard separate ships
and meet down on the planet.

You were right about
one thing, Master.

The negotiations were short.

Sir, a transmission
from the planet.

It's Queen Amidala herself.

At last we are
getting results.

Again you come before
us, Your Highness.

You will not be so pleased when you
hear what I have to say, Viceroy.

Your trade boycott of
our planet has ended.

I was not aware
of such failure.

I have word that the chancellor's
ambassadors are with you now...

and that you have been
commanded to reach settlement.

I know nothing of
any ambassadors.

- You must be mistaken?
- Beware, Viceroy.

The Federation has gone
too far this time.

We would never do anything without
the approval of the senate.

- VICEROY: You assume too much.
- We'll see.

She's right.

- The senate will never...
- It's too late now.

- Do you think she suspects an attack?
- I don't know.

But we must move
quickly to disrupt

all communications
down there.

PALPATINE: Negotiations
haven't started...

because the ambassadors
aren't there?

How could that be true?

I have assurances from the chancellor
his ambassadors did arrive.

(DISTORTED VOICE) It must... handiwork...
negotiate... ambassadors...

- Nobody would.
- Senator Palpatine.

- What's happening?
- Check the transmission generator.

BIBBO: A communications disruption
can mean only one thing

Invasion.

The Federation would
not dare go that far.

The senate would revoke
their trade franchise...

and they'd be finished.

We must continue to
rely on negotiation.

BIBBO: Negotiation? We've
lost all communications.

And where are the
chancellor's ambassadors?

This is a dangerous
situation, Your Highness.

Our security volunteers
will be no match against...

a battle-hardened
Federation army.

I will not condone a
course of action...

that will lead us to war.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINES ROARING)

(ROARING CONTINUES)

Yes, Viceroy?

Captain, we've searched the ship
and there is no trace of the Jedi.

They may have gotten on one
of your landing craft.

If they're down here, sir.
Will find them.

Use caution.

These Jedi are not to
be underestimated.

(SCREAMING AND HOWLING)

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

- (YELLS)
- Oh, no!

Get away! Get out of there!

- Get down!
- (SCREAMING)

What?

(GRUNTS)

Was'n dat?

Hey, wait!

JAR JAR: Oh, mooie-mooie!
I love you!

QUI-GON: You almost got us killed.
Are you brainless?

I spake.

The ability to speak does
not make you intelligent.

- Now, get out of here.
- No, no. Mesa stay.

Mesa called Jar Jar Binks.

- Mesa your humble servant.
- That won't be necessary.

Oh, but it 'tis. 'Tis demanded
by the gods, it 'tis.

- (LASER FIRES)
- JAR JAR: Oh, no!

- Stay down!
- (LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)

Whoo!

- You saved my again.
- What's this.

A local. Let's get out of here
before more droids show up.

More? "More" did you spake?

JAR JAR: Ex-squeeze me.

But de mostest safest place
would be Gunga City.

Is where I grew up.
'Tis a hidden city.

- A city?
- Uh-huh.

- Can you take us there?
- Uh, on second thought, no.

- Not really, no. No.
- No?

'Tis embarrassing.

But, uh, my afraid
my've been banished.

My forgotten. Da bosses would
do terrible tings to me.

Terrible tings to me
if me goen back dare.

- (WATER SPLASHES)
- You hear that?

Yeah.

That is the sound of a thousand
terrible things heading this way.

OBI-WAN: If they find us...

They will crush us.

Grind us into tiny pieces
and blast us into oblivion.

Oh.

Yousa point is well seen.

This way. Hurry!

(CREATURES CHITTERING)

(HOOTING)

- QUI-GON: How much further?
- Wesa going underwater. Okey-day?

Ah, my warning you. Gungans
no liken outsiders,

- so don't spect a warm welcome.
- Oh, don't worry.

This hasn't been our
day for warm welcomes.

(JAR JAR YELLING)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(CHITTERING CONTINUES)

(BLUBBERS) Yousa follow me now.
Okey-day?

(CHORUS VOCALIZING)

(BREATHER BUBBLES)

(SQUINCHING)

JAR JAR: So, good bein' home.

(GASPING)

(SPEAKING GUNGAN)

(CHATTERING)

- (GROWLING)
- Hey, yousa.

Stopa dare!

Heyo-dales, Cap'n Tarpals.
Mesa back.

Noah gain, Jar Jar.
Yousa goen tada bosses.

Yousa in big dudu dis time.

(GROANING)

Ai-yi.

(SCREAMS) How-wude.

(GRUNTS)

(CLICKS TONGUE)

NASS: Yousa cannot bees hair.

This army of Mackineeks
up dare is new weesong.

QUI-GON: A droid army is
about to attack the Naboo.

- We must warn them.
- Wesa no like da Naboo.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Da Naboo
tink day so smarty.

Day tink day brains so big.

Once those droids take
control of the surface...

- they will take control of you.
- Wesa no tik so.

Day not know of uss-en.

You and the Naboo form
a symbiont circle.

What happens to one of you
will affect the other.

You must understand this.

Wesa no carrrre-nn
about da Naboo.

- Then speed us on our way.
- Wesa ganna speed yous away.

We could use a transport.

Wesa give yousa una bongo.

- Huh?
- A speediest way to the Naboo...

Is going through
the planet core.

Now go.

Thank you for your help.
We leave in peace.

- Master, what's a bongo?
- A transport, I hope.

Deysa setten yousa up.

Going through the planet core?
Bad-bombin'.

Mmm...

Any help here would be hot.
(LAUGHS)

Master, we're short on time.

We'll need a navigator to get
us through the planet's core.

This gungan may be of help.

What is to become of
Jar Jar Binks here?

NASS: Hisen soon
to be pune-ished.

- (GROANS)
- I saved his life.

He owes me what you
call a " life-debt."

Your gods demand that his
life belongs to me now.

Binks?

Yousa havena liveplay
with thisen hisen?

Uh. Uh-huh.

(BLUBBERING)

Be gone with him!

- (CLANKS)
- Count me outta dis one.

Better dead here than
dead in the core.

Yee gods! What mesa sayin?

(MOTOR STARTS)

(HUMMING)

This is nothing.
Oh, gobberfish.

Why were you
banished, Jar Jar?

It's a longo tale-o. But uh, a
small part of it would be...

Mesa, uh, clumsey.

You were banished because
you were clumsy?

Uh, Yousa might'n
be sayin dat.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- (ENGINE HUMMING)
- (ROARING)

Mesa caused mabbe one, two-y
lettle bitty axadentes, huh?

Yud-say boom da gassar, den
crashin der boss's heyblibber...

Den banished.

- (THUMPING)
- Uh-oh!

(GROWLING)

Big gooberfish!
Huge old teeth!

- (ROARING)
- (SCREAMING)

- There's always a bigger fish.
- Mesa tink we goen back now.

- (ENGINES ROARING)
- (CRUNCHES)

(FIGHTERS HOWLING)

The invasion is on
schedule, my lord.

SIDIOUS: I have the senate
bogged down in procedures.

They will have no choice but to
accept your control of the system.

The queen has great faith that
the senate will side with her.

Queen Amidala is
young and naive.

You will find controlling
her will not be difficult.

Yes, my lord.

You didn't tell him
about the missing Jedi.

No need the report
that to him...

until we have
something to report.

(ENGINES HUMMING)

Where mesa going?

Don't worry. The
force will guide us.

Oh, maxi big, da force.

Well, that smell's
stinkowiff.

- (BEEPING)
- We're losing power.

Oh, no.

(POWER WHINNING DOWN)

Wesa dyin' here.

- (SOBBING)
- Just relax.

- We're not in trouble yet.
- What "yet"?

- (HATCH OPENS)
- Monsters out there.

Leak'n in here.

All sink'n and no power?

Whena yousa tinkin
wesa in trouble?

- (TURNS ON ENGINE)
- Power's back.

Huh?

(SCREAMS) Monster's back!

- (SCREAMING)
- (ROARING)

(GROWLING)

- (WHIMPERS)
- Relax!

- (GROANS)
- You're overdid it.

(GROWLING CONTINUES)

(ROARING)

(CRUNCHES)

- Horrible.
- Head for that outcropping.

(BLUBBERS) Oh, boy.

(ENGINES STEERING)

(FIGHTERS HOWLING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

BATTLE DROID: Viceroy,
We've captured the queen.

(SIGHS) Victory.

(ENGINES HUMMING)

- (BIRDS SQUAWKING)
- (THUMPING)

- Mmm, dis'n loverly.
- (HATCH OPENS)

(ENGINE POWERING DOWN)

BIBBO: How will you explain
this invasion to the senate?

VICEROY: The queen
and I will sign a...

treaty that will legitimize
our occupation here.

I have assurances it will
be ratified by the senate.

- I will not cooperate.
- Now, now, Your Highness.

In time, the suffering of your
people will persuade you...

to see our point of view.

- Commander.
- Yes, sir?

Process them.

- Captain, Take them the Camp 4.
- Roger, roger.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- (THRILLING MUSIC PLAYS)
- JAR JAR: Whoops!

(LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)

JAR JAR: Whoo-hoo!

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(LIGHTSABER DEACTIVATING)

We should leave the
street, Your Highness.

PANAKA: Get the weapons.

Whoa! Yousa guys bombad!

We're ambassadors for
the supreme chancellor.

Your negotiations seemed to
have failed, Ambassador.

The negotiations
never took place.

QUI-GON: It's urgent that we
make contact with the Republic.

They've knocked out all
our communications.

- Do you have transport?
- In the main hangar. This way.

- There are too many of them.
- That won't be a problem.

Your Highness, under
the circumstances.

I suggest you come to
Coruscant with us.

Thank you, Ambassador, but
my place is with my people.

- They will kill you if you stay.
- They wouldn't dare.

They need her to sign a treaty
to make this invasion legal.

They can't afford
to kill her.

There is something else behind
all this, Your Highness.

There's no logic in the
Federation's move here.

My feelings tell me
they will destroy you.

Our only hope is for the
senate to side with us.

Senator Palpatine
will need your help.

Either choice presents
great danger.

- To us all.
- We are brave, Your Highness.

QUI-GON: If you are to leave,
Your Highness, it must be now.

Then I will plead our
case to the senate.

Be careful, governor.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

PANAKA: We'll need to
free those pilots.

I'll deal with that.

Halt.

I'm ambassador to the
supreme chancellor.

I'm taking these
people to Coruscant.

Where are you taking them?

- To Coruscant.
- Coruscant? Uh, that doesn't compute.

Uh, wait. You're
under arrest!

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

- (GROANS)
- (WEAPON FIRING)

PANAKA: Come on! Move!

Go!

(FIRING CONTINUES)

(LIGHTSABER HUMMING)

(THRUSTERS FIRING)

Now, stay here. And
keep out of trouble.

(CLOSES DOOR)

- Hello, boyos.
- (DROID BEEPING)

(SHIP ROARING)

There's the blockcade.

(LASERS FIRING)

- (BEEPING)
- Shield generator's been hit!

(ALARM BLARING)

(BEEPING)

- (R2-D2 BEEPING)
- (SCREAMS)

How wude!

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

- (R2-D2 WHIRRING)
- (LASER FIRES)

(SCREAMING)

We're losing droids fast.

If we can't get the shield generator
fixed, we'll be sitting ducks.

- (SCREAMING)
- The shields are gone.

(WHISTLING, BEEPING)

- The power's back!
- (R2-D2 BEEPING)

That little droid did it.

He bypassed the
main power drive.

Deflector shields
up at maximum.

(FIRING CONTINUES)

(BEEPING, WHISTLING)

There's not enough power
to get us to Coruscant.

- The hyperdrive is leaking.
- We'll have to land somewhere...

to refuel and
repair the ship.

Here, Master. Tatooine. It's
small, out of the way, poor.

The Trade Federation
have no presence there.

- How can you be sure?
- It's controlled by the Hutts.

You can't take Her
Royal Highness there.

The Hutts are gangsters.
If they discovered her-

It'd be no different
than if we landed...

on a system controlled
by the Federation.

Except that the Hutts
aren't looking for her.

Which gives us the advantage.

SIDIOUS: And Queen Amidala,
has she signed the treaty?

She has disappeared, my lord.

One Naboo cruiser got
past the blockade.

(GROWLS) I want
that treaty signed.

My lord, it's impossible
to locate the ship.

- It's out of our range.
- Not for the sith.

(DARTH MAUL THEME PLAYS)

This is my apprentice:

Darth Maul.

He will find your lost ship.

This is getting out of hand.
Now there are two of them.

We should not have
made this bargain.

(SHIP ROARING)

An extremely well-put-together
little droid, Your Highness.

Without a doubt, it saved the
ship, as well as our lives.

It is to be commended.
What is its number?

(R2-D2 BEEPING)

R2-D2, Your Highness.

Thank you, R2-D2.

(WHISTLING, BEEPING)

Padme.

Clean this droid up
as best you can.

It deserves our gratitude.

(WHISTLING CONTINUES)

Continue, Captain.

Your Highness, with
your permission,

we're heading for a remote
planet called Tatooine.

It's in a system far beyond the
reach of the Trade Federation.

I do not agree with
the Jedi on this.

You must trust my
judgment, Your Highness.

- (R2-D2 BEEPING)
- JAR JAR: Hello.

Sorry. Whosa are yousa?

I'm Padme.

Mesa Jar Jar Binks.

- (BEEPING)
- You're a gungan. Are you?

Uh-huh.

- How'd you end up here with us?
- My no know.

Mesa day starten pitty okeyday
witda brisky morning munchen.

Den boom! Getten berry scared
and grabben dat Jedi...

and pow... mesa here.

- (BEEPS)
- Huh.

Mesa getten berry,
berry scared.

(R2-D2 BEEPING)

(SHIP ROARING)

- That's it... Tatooine.
- There's a settlement.

Land near the outskirts. We don't
want to attract attention.

(BEEPS)

(SHIP WHINNING DOWN)

(SHIP POWERING DOWN)

The hyperdrive generator's
gone, Master.

- We'll need a new one.
- That'll complicate things.

Be wary. I sense a
disturbance in the Force.

I feel it also, Master.

Don't let them send
any transmissions.

JAR JAR: This sun doen
murder to mesa skin.

- PANAKA: Wait! Wait.
- (R2-D2 BEEPING)

Her Highness commands you to
take her handmaiden with you.

No more commands from Her
Highness today, Captain.

The spaceport is not
going to be pleasant.

The queen wishes it. She's
curious about the planet.

(SIGHS)

This is not a good idea.
Stay close to me.

(R2-D2 BEEPING)

Moisture farms, for
the most part.

Some indigenous tribes
and scavengers.

The few spaceports
like this one...

are havens for those that
don't wish to be found.

Like us.

- (SHOUTS)
- Dissen berry berry bad.

- (SLOTHS)
- Oh! Icky, icky goo!

(CHATTERING)

(SNORTS)

We'll try one of the
smaller dealers.

(ENGINES ROARS)

(BELL DINGS)

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

I need parts for a
J-type 327 Nubian.

WATTO: Ah, yes! Nubian.
We have lots of that.

(HUTTESE)

My droid has a readout
of what I need.

(WATTO GRUNTS)

(BOTH SPEAKING HUTTESE)

WATTO: So... let me take
thee out back, huh?

Ni you'll find what you need.

(WATTO LAUGHS)

Don't touch anything.

(GRUNTS, BLUBBERS)

Hmm?

ANAKIN: Are you an angel?

- What?
- An angel.

I heard the deep space
pilots talk about them.

They're the most beautiful
creatures in the universe.

They live on the moons
of lego, I think.

You're a funny little boy.
How do you know so much?

I listen to all the traders and
star pilots who come through here.

I'm a pilot, you know, and someday
I'm gonna fly away from this place.

- You're a pilot?
- Mm-hmm. All my life.

How long have you been here?

Since I was very little.
Three, I think.

My mom and I were sold
to Gardulla the Hutt.

But she lost us betting
on the Podraces.

- You're a slave?
- I'm a person, and my name is Anakin.

I'm sorry. I don't fully understand.
This is a strange place to me.

JAR JAR: Hmm? Hmm?

(SCREAMS)

Where... Wheres yousa goin?

- (GROANS)
- (CACKLING)

(JAR JAR GRUNTS)

- I got ya.
- ANAKIN: Hey.

- What?
- Hit the nose!

Oh! Uh.

WATTO: AT-14 hyperdrive generator.
Thee in luck.

I'm the only one
hereabouts who has one.

But thee might as
well buy a new ship.

It would be cheaper
I think, huh?

(LAUGHS) Saying of which how's
thee gonna pay for all this, huh?

I have 20,000
Republic dataries.

Republic credits? Republic
credits are no good out here.

- I need something more real.
- I don't have anything else.

- But credits will do fine.
- No, they won't.

- Credits will do fine.
- No, they won't!

What, you think you're some kind of Jedi,
waving your hand around like that?

I'm a Toydarian. Mind tricks
don't work on me. Only money.

- No money, no parts, no deal.
- (R2-D2 BEEPING)

And no one else has a T-14
hyperdrive, I promise you that.

(WATTO GRUNTS)

Wouldn't have lasted long anyways if
I wasn't so good at building things.

(JAR JAR SCREAMS)

- (SCREAMING)
- We're leaving. Jar Jar.

- (SCREAMING CONTINUES)
- (CRASH)

I'm glad to have
met you, Anakin.

I was glad to meet you too.

- (R2-D2 BEEPING)
- What? What? Oh.

(WATTO GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

ANAKIN: Yippee!

(GROANS)

QUI-GON: And you're sure
there's nothing left on board?

OBI-WAN: A few
containers of supplies.

The queen's wardrobe, maybe, but
not enough for you to barter with,

not in the amount
you're talking about.

All right. I'm sure another solution will
present itself. I'll check back later.

- (COMLINK BEEPS)
- Noah gain! Noah gain!

Da beings hereabouts, cawazy!

- Wesa be wobbed un crunched!
- Not likely.

We have nothing of value.
That's our problem.

(R2-D2 BEEPING)

(SCAVENGERS SHOUTING)

Hmm? Ah, mooie-mooie.

- (SLURPING)
- Hey! Hey!

- You want a Wanga?
- Huh? Wanga?

- (SPEAKS HUTTESE)
- Whoop! Whoa!

SEBULBA: (YELLS) Chubba.

Oops. (WHISTLING)

(SEBULBA GROWLS)

(HUTTESE)

Who? Mesa-(CHOKES)

(SEBULBA SPEAKS HUTTESE)

JAR JAR: Ouch! Ouch!

Chestgo, Sebulba.

(HUTTESE)

- Hi.
- Hi there.

ANAKIN: Your buddy here was about
to be turned into orange goo.

He picked a fight with a Dug.

An especially dangerous
Dug called Sebulba.

Mesa haten crunchen. Das
da las ting mesa want.

Nevertheless, the boy is right.
You were heading into trouble.

Thanks, my young friend.

JAR JAR: But... But...
But mesa doen nutten!

(SEBULBA GRUNTS)

(WINDSTORM WHISTLING)

- This storm will slow them down!
- Looks pretty bad.

(BEEPS)

- Panaka.
- MAN: Receiving a message from home.

- We'll be right there.
- (BEEPS)

ANAKIN: Here, you'll like
these pallies. Here.

Thank you.

WOMAN: Oh, my bones are aching.
Storm's coming up, Ani.

You better get home quick.

- ANAKIN: Do you have shelter?
- QUI-GON: We'll head back to our ship.

- Is it far?
- It's on the outskirts.

You'll never reach the
outskirts in time.

Sandstorms are very,
very dangerous.

Come on. I'll take
you to my place.

(WHISTLING, BEEPING)

(SANDSTORM WHISTLING)

(EXHALES) Mom! Mom, I'm home.

JAR JAR: Ahh, dissen cozy.

- These are my friends, Mom.
- JAR JAR: Hello.

I'm Qui-Gon Jinn.

I'm building a droid.
You wanna see?

Your son was kind enough
to offer us shelter.

- Come on. I'll show you 3PO.
- Oh, mooie-mooie.

(R2-D2 WHISTLING)

ANAKIN: Isn't he great?
He's not finished yet.

- PADME: He's wonderful.
- (R2-D2 CHIRPS)

ANAKIN: You really like him? He's
a protocol droid to help Mom.

- Watch.
- (BEEPS)

C-3P0: Oh. Oh. Uh...
Where is everybody?

Oops. Yeah.

Oh, hello. I am C-3PO
human-cyborg relations.

- How might I serve you?
- He's perfect.

- Oh, perfect.
- When the storm is over,

I'll show you my racer.
I'm building a Podracer.

(R2-D2 BEEPS)

C-3PO: I'm not sure this
floor is entirely stable.

Oh, hello. I don't believe
we have been introduced.

(R2-D2 EXCITED BEEPING)

R2-D2. A pleasure to meet you. I
am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations.

(CHIRPING, BEEPING)

I beg your pardon, but what
do you mean, " naked"?

My parts are showing?
My goodness! Oh!

(WIND WHISTLING)

BIBBO: The death toll
is catastrophic.

We must bow to their wishes.
You must contact me.

OBI-WAN: It's a trick.
Send no reply.

Send no transmissions
of any kind.

It sounds like bait to
establish a connection trace.

What if it is true, and
the people are dying?

Either way, we're
running out of time.

(COMLINK BEEPS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

MAUL: Tatooine is
sparsely populated.

If the trace was correct, I
will find them quickly, Master.

PALPATINE: Move against
the Jedi first.

You will then have no difficulty
in taking the queen to Naboo...

to sign the treaty.

At last we will reveal
ourselves to the Jedi.

At last we will have revenge.

PALPATINE: You have been
well-trained, my young apprentice.

They will be no
match for you.

(WIND WHISTLING)

SHMI: All slaves have a transmitter
placed inside their bodies somewhere.

(R2-D2 BEEPS)

ANAKIN: I've been working on a
scanner to try and locate mine.

- Any attempt to escape...
- And they blow you up! Boom!

How wude!

I can't believe there's still
slavery in the galaxy.

- The Republic's antislavery laws- -
The Republic doesn't exist out here.

SHMI: We must
survive on our own.

(GULPS) Excuse me.

Has anybody ever
seen a Podrace?

QUI-GON: They have
Podracing on Malastare.

Very fast, very dangerous.

I'm the only human
who can do it.

You must have Jedi
reflexes if you race pods.

- (GASPS)
- Don't do that again.

(SCREAMING, BLUBBERS)

You're a Jedi
knight, aren't you?

- What makes you think that?
- I saw your laser sword.

Only Jedis carry
that kind of weapon.

Perhaps I killed a Jedi
and took it from him.

ANAKIN: I don't think so.
No one can kill a Jedi.

I wish that were so.

I had a dream I was a Jedi.

I came back here and
freed all the slaves.

- Have you come to free us?
- No, I'm afraid not.

I think you have. Why
else would you be here?

I can see there's no
fooling you, Anakin.

We're on our way to Coruscant, the
central system in the Republic,

on a very important mission.

How did you end up out
here in the outer rim?

PADME: Our ship was damaged, and we're
stranded here until we can repair it.

I can help. I can
fix anything.

QUI-GON: Well, I
believe you can.

But first we must acquire
the parts we need.

JAR JAR: Wit no-nutten
mula to trade.

These junk dealers must have
a weakness of some kind.

Gambling.

Everything here revolves around
betting on those awful races.

QUI-GON: Podracing. Greed
can be a powerful ally.

I built a racer. It's
the fastest ever.

There's a big race
tomorrow on Boonta Eve.

- You could enter my pod.
- SHMI: Anakin!

- Watto won't let you.
- Watto doesn't know I've built it.

You could make him
think it was yours...

and get him to let
me pilot it for you.

SHMI: I don't
want you to race.

It's awful. I die every
time Watto makes you do it.

ANAKIN: But, Mom, I love it.

The prize money would more than
pay for the parts they need.

Anakin.

Your mother's right.

Is there anyone friendly to
the Republic who can help us?

No.

Mom, you say the biggest problem in this
universe is nobody helps each other.

I'm sure Qui-Gon doesn't want
to put your son in danger.

- We'll find some other way.
- No.

There is no other way.

I may not like it,
but he can help you.

SHMI: He was meant
to help you.

(CREATURES GROWLS)

Are you sure about this?

PADME: Trusting our fate
to a boy we hardly know?

The queen will not approve.

The queen doesn't
need to know.

Well, I don't approve.

(BELL DINGS)

WATTO: The boy tells me you want
to sponsor him in the race.

How can you do this? Not on the
Republic credits, I think, huh?

- (BEEPS)
- My ship will be the entry fee.

WATTO: Oh, not bad!

Not bad, huh? A Nubian, huh?

QUI-GON: It's in good order,
except for the parts I need.

WATTO: What would
the boy ride?

He smashed up my pod in the last race.
It will take some long time to fix it.

It wasn't my fault, really. Sebulba
flashed me with his vents.

I actually saved
the pod, mostly.

Mmm. That you did, huh.
(LAUGHS)

The boy's good. No
doubts there, huh?

I have acquired a pod in a game of
chance, the fastest ever built.

WATTO: I hope you didn't kill
anyone I know for it, huh?

(LAUGHS) So, you supply the
pod and the entry fee,

and I supply the boy.

We split the winnings,
um, 50:50, I think, huh?

If it's going to be 50:50, I suggest
you front the cash for the entry.

If we win...

you keep all the winnings, minus
the cost of the parts I need.

And if we lose,
you keep my ship.

Either way, you win.

Hmm.

Deal.

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

What if this plan
fails, Master?

We could be stuck here
a very long time.

QUI-GON: Well, it's too
dangerous to call for help and,

a ship without a power supply
isn't going to get us anywhere.

And there's something
about this boy.

(COMLINK BEEPS)

You should be very
proud of your son.

QUI-GON: He gives without
any thought of reward.

Well, he knows
nothing of greed.

He has a...

He has special powers.

Yes.

He can see things
before they happen.

That's why he appears to
have such quick reflexes.

QUI-GON: It's a Jedi trait.

SHMI: He deserves better
than a slave's life.

C-3PO: Why, certainly.

Had he been born in the Republic,
we would have identified him early.

The Force is unusually strong with him.
That much is clear.

Who was his father?

There was no father.

SHMI: I carried him, I
gave birth, I raised him.

I can't explain
what happened.

Can you help him?

I don't know.

I didn't actually come
here to free slaves.

(KIDS GIGGLING)

BOY: Hey, hi, Ani!

ANAKIN: Hi.

- (R2-D2 BEEPING)
- KITSTER: Wow! a real astro droid.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

- How did you get so lucky?
- That isn't the half of it.

- I'm in the Boonta race tomorrow.
- KITSTER: What?

With this?

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

You've been working on
that thing for years.

- It's never gonna run.
- BOY: Come on.

Let's go and play ball.
Keep racing, Ani.

You're gonna be bug squash.

(ALL LAUGHING)

ANAKIN: Hey, Jar Jar.

- (GASPS)
- Keep away from those energy binders.

If your hand gets caught in the
beam, it's gonna go numb for hours.

Sorry. Ok.

(SCREAMING, BLUBBERS)

(MUFFLED) My tongue is fat.

My tongue wrench.
Where is da wrench?

Oh, there it is.

(STRAINING)

(JAR JAR MUFFLED SHOUTING)

You know, I find that JarJar
creature to be a little odd.

(R2-D2 GURGLING)

You don't even know if
this thing's gonna run.

- It will.
- I think it's time we found out.

- Here, use this power charge.
- Yes, sir!

Come on, Kitster.
Let's move away.

(GRUNTING) My-My mouth.

JAR JAR: (MUFFLED)
Ani, I'm stuck.

(JAR JAR BABBLING)

Uh, hey. My tongue is fat.
Ani!

C-3PO: You're quite right.
He's very odd indeed.

Oh. Th-thank you.

Go.

(PODRACER CLICKS)

(PODRACER ROARING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

It's working! It's working!

(SLOW TUNE PLAYS)

QUI-GON: Stay still, Ani.
Let me clean this cut.

There's so many. Do they all
have a system of planets?

Most of them.

Has anyone been to 'em all?

(CHUCKLES) Not likely.

I wanna be the first
one to see 'em all.

- SHMI: Ani, bedtime!
- Ow!

There we are. Good as new.

Ani, I'm not gonna
tell you again.

- What are you doing?
- Checking your blood for infections.

Go on. You have a
big day tomorrow.

Sleep well, Ani.

- Obi-Wan?
- OBI-WAN: Yes, master?

I need an analysis of this
blood sample I'm sending you.

- Wait a minute.
- (BEEPING)

- I need a midi-chlorian count.
- (COMLINK BEEPS)

The reading is off the chart.
Over 20,000.

OBI-WAN: Even Master Yoda doesn't
have a midi-chlorian count that high.

- No Jedi has.
- What does that mean?

I'm not sure.

(DARTH MAUL THEME PLAYS)

(SHIP ROARING)

(SHIP POWERS DOWN)

(DARTH MAUL THEME PLAYING)

(RHYTHMIC TONES SOUNDING)

(WHIRRING)

- (JABBERING)
- (TRUMPETING)

I wanna see your spaceship
the moment the race is over.

Patience, my blue friend. You'll have
your winnings before the suns set.

And we'll be far
away from here.

Not if your ship belongs
to me, I think, huh?

(LAUGHS) I warn you,
no funny business.

- You don't think Anakin can win?
- Don't get me wrong, no.

I have great faith
in the boy.

He's a credit to your race,

but, uh, Sebulba there is
going to win, I think.

(LAUGHING GLADLY)

Oh, no!

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

- What do you think that?
- He always wins! (LAUGHS)

I am betting heavily
on Sebulba.

- I'll take that bet.
- You what?

I'll wager my new racing
pod against, say,

the boy and his mother.

No pod is worth two slaves,
not by a long shot.

The boy, then.

Hmm. Well, uh...

We'll let fate decide, huh?

I just happen to have
a chance cube here.

Blue, it's the boy.
Red, uh-his mother.

(GROANING SOFTLY)

You won this small toss, outlander,
but you won't win the race!

So it makes little
difference!

(CREATURE GROANS)

(WATTO SPEAKING HUTTESE)

(LAUGHING HAPPILY)

ANAKIN: What'd
he mean by that?

I'll tell you later.
Good morning.

- (R2-D2 BEEPS)
- Oh, my.

Space travel sounds
rather perilous.

(R2-D2 BEEPS RAPIDLY)

I can assure you, they will never get me
onto one of those dreadful starships.

KITSTER: This is so wizard, Ani.
I'm sure you'll do it this time.

- Do what?
- Finish the race, of course.

- You've never won a race?
- Well, not exactly.

Not even finished?

Kitster's right. I
will this time.

Of course you will.

(ROBOT WHIRRING)

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
- (CROWD CHEERING)

(ANNOUNCER #2
SPEAKING HUTTESE)

(CONTINUES) Podracers.

That's absolutely right.

And a big turnout here from all
corners of the outer rim territories.

I see the contestants are making their
way out onto the starting grid.

(ANNOUNCER #2
SPEAKING HUTTESE)

ANNOUNCER #1: I see Ben
Quadinaros from the Tund System.

(ANNOUNCER #2 CONTINUES)

ANNOUNCER #1: Two-time
winner, Boles Roor.

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

ANNOUNCER #2: Sebulba!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(KISSING)

And in the front row,
nearside pole position,

Mawhonic!

- (SCREAMS)
- A hearty hello...

to Clegg Holdfast and
his Voltec KT9 Wasp!

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

ANNOUNCER #1: And back again,
it's the mighty Dud Bolt...

with that incredible racing
machine, the Vulptereen 327.

- And hoping for a big
win today, - (JABBERING)

Ody Mandrell, with his
record-setting pit droid team.

(BLEEPING)

And a late entry, young
Anakin Skywalker,

- A local boy.
- (CROWD CHEERING)

I see the flags are moving
out onto the track.

(PODRACER MUSIC PLAYS)

- (FARTING)
- Huh? (SNIFFS)

(SNORTING)

(BLUBBERING) Pee yousa.

- Be safe.
- I will, Mom.

I promise.

- (CLUNKS)
- Uh-oh.

(SEBULBA LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

(LAUGHS, MUTTERS)

- You all set, Ani?
- Yep.

- Right.
- Whoa!

Remember, concentrate
on the moment.

Feel, don't think.
Use your instincts.

I will.

May the Force be with you.

- (FANFARE PLAYS)
- (SPEAKING HUTTESE)

- Jabba the Hutt.
- (ULULATING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

JABBA: Mmm.

(MUTTERING IN HUTTESE)

(SPEAKING HUTTESE) Welcome.
Begin the race.

(PODRACER ACTIVATING)

(ANNOUNCER #2
SPEAKING HUTTESE)

ANNOUNCER #1: Hey, it looks
like they're clearing the grid.

- Is he nervous.
- He's fine.

You Jedi are far too reckless.
The queen is not...

The queen trusts my judgment,
young handmaiden. You should too.

You assume too much.

ANNOUNCER ♪1: Start
your engines.

(CONTROLS CLICKS)

(BEEPING AND ROARING)

(ENGINE ACCELERRATES)

(ROARING CONTINUES)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(PODRACER ROARING)

Oh, dissen gonna be messy.
Me no watch'n!

- (R2-D2 BEEPING)
- (PODRACER WHISTLES)

Oh.

(SQUEAKS)

- (CLANGS)
- (BEEPS)

Oh, no! No!

(CONTROL CLICKING)

Oh, wait. Little
Skywalker has stalled.

- Chubba!
- (ALL LAUGHING)

(PODRACERS ACCELERATING)

ANNOUNCER #1: Well, it looks like
Quadinaros is having engine trouble also.

- Come on, Ani!
- (ENGINE CLICKING, WHIRRING)

(PODRACER ACCELERATING)

ANNOUNCER #1: There
goes Skywalker.

Go Ani, go!

He will be hard-pressed to
catch up with the leaders.

(PODRACERS WHIRRING)

- (GRUNTS)
- Likea, slimeball!

(CLANGS)

(CRASHING, CLANGING)

(YELLING)

(PODRACER ACCELERATING)

(ACCELERATING CONTINUES)

Sebulba!

(ACCELERATING CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING)

(PODRACER ACCELERATES)

(SPEAKING TUSKEN DIALECT)

Looks like a few Tusken Raiders are
camped out on the canyon dune turn.

(SHOUTING)

Doowat macroon.

(BOOM, EXPLOSES)

Ooh, there goes Quadinaros'
power coupling.

Kulkah meeka! Whoa!

ANNOUNCER #2: Ody Mandrell
coona wa wunda dungo!

(FUSSING)

(SQUEAKING)

- Whoa! (LAUGHS)
- (EXPLOSION)

Oh, no!

- Oh.
- (SCREAMING)

- Where is master Anakin?
- (R2-D2 BEEPING)

- Look, here he comes.
- (PODRACER ROARING)

ANNOUNCER #1: It looks like Skywalker
is moving up in the field.

Yea! Yippee!

(CREATURE TALKING)

- (BEEPING)
- He has to complete two more circuits?

Oh, dear.

(WHIRRING)

(BEEPING)

- (CLANGS)
- (YELLS)

(PODRACER ROARS)

Ah. (GRUNTS) Ha!

(SCREAMS)

Skywalker's spinning
out of control!

(GASPS)

(CLICKS)

(PODRACER ACTIVATES)

(ROARING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

Oh, I don't care what
universe you're from.

That's gotta hurt!

Here he comes! (SCREAMS)

ANNOUNCER #1: The start of the
final lap, Sebulba's in the lead,

followed closely
by Skywalker!

Go, Ani!

(PODRACER WHIRRING)

(PULLING)

- Hyah!
- (CLANGS)

- Yah!
- (CLANGING)

(GASPS)

Skywalker's been forced
onto the service ramp!

(SCREAMING)

(ENGINE WINDING DOWN)

Whoa! Whoa! Huh?

(CONTROLS CLICKING)

(PODRACER PULLS)

- Huh?
- (ENGINE STARTS)

- It's Skywalker!
- Sebulba!

Amazing! A quick control thrust,
and he's back on course!

Did he crashed?

- (CHATTERING)
- Wah hota!

(BEEPING)

(SEBULBA LAUGHS)

Skywalker's in trouble!
Sebulba takes the lead!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- (CLICKS)
- (BEEPS)

(BLARING)

(CONTROL CLICKING)

(PUMPING)

(PODRACER ACTIVATING)

- He's catching Sebulba!
- Inkabunga!

Careful, Ani. Careful, Ani!

- (ROARING)
- What? Chuba da noya!

(CLANGING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

That little human being
is out of his mind.

- Punda tah punda!
- They're side by side!

Bangu du bangu!

What?

(PODRACER ACCLERATES)

(SEBULBA SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Poo doo.

(CHEERING)

- KITSTER: Yippee!
- GREEDO: Yay!

Ya eeka buta! Whoo-hoo-hoo!

- (BEEPING)
- I can't believe it.

The crowds are going nuts!
(CHANTING)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

JAR JAR: Yay, Ani!

Mom, i did it! Yeah!

(ARGUING)

(SNORING, MUTTERING)

Ohh.

JAR JAR: Good going, Ani!

(CHANTING)

We owe you everything, Ani.

- Aww.
- Mmm!

It's so wonderful, Ani.

You have brought hope
to those who have none.

I'm so very proud of you.

(BELLOWS)

ANAKIN: Aww.

(HUTTESE)

You! You swindled me!

You knew the boy was going to win.
Somehow you knew it.

I lost everything.

Whenever you gamble, my friend,
eventually you'll lose.

Bring the parts to
the main hangar.

I'll come by your shop later
on so you can release the boy.

WATTO: You can't have him.
It wasn't a fair bet.

Would you like to discuss
it with the Hutts?

(WATTO GRUMBLES)

I'm sure they can
settle this.

Take him.

JAR JAR: Hidoe!

Well, we have all the essential parts we need.
I'm going back.

Some unfinished business.
I won't be long.

Why do I sense we've picked up
another pathetic life-form?

It's the boy who's responsible
for getting us these parts.

Get this hyperdrive
generator installed.

Yes, Master. It
shouldn't take long.

- (SNORTING)
- Come on. Hup!

Hey! These are yours.

ANAKIN: Yes!

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Mom! We sold the pod.

Look at all the
money we have!

Oh, my goodness! But
that's so wonderful, Ani.

QUI-GON: And he
has been freed.

- What?!
- Your no longer a slave.

Did you hear that?

Now you can make your
dreams come true, Ani.

SHMI: You are free.

(SIGHS)

Will you take him with you?

- Is he to become a Jedi?
- Yes.

Our meeting was not
a coincidence.

Nothing happens by accident.

You mean I get to come
with you in your starship?

Anakin.

Training to become a Jedi
is not an easy challenge.

And even if you succeed,
It's a hard life.

But I wanna go. It's what
I've always dreamed of doing.

Can I go, Mom?

Anakin.

This path has been
placed before you.

The choice is yours alone.

I wanna do it.

QUI-GON: Then
pack your things.

- We haven't much time.
- ANAKIN: Yippee!

What about Mom?

Is she free too?

I tried to free your mother,
Ani, but Watto wouldn't have it.

You're coming with
us, aren't you, Mom?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

Son, my place is here.
My future is here.

It is time for you to let go.

I don't want
things to change.

But you can't stop the change
any more than you can...

stop the suns from setting.

Oh, I love you.

(SIGHS)

Now, hurry.

- Thank you.
- I'll watch after him.

You have my word.

Will you be all right.

- (BEEPS)
- Oh! Oh, my. Oh!

C-3PO: Hello, Master Anakin.

Well, 3 PO, I've been freed.

And I'm going away
in a starship.

Oh. Master Anakin, you are my
maker and I wish you well.

However, I should prefer it if I
were a little more completed.

I'm sorry I wasn't able
to finish you, 3PO.

ANAKIN; Give you
coverings and all.

I'm gonna miss working on you.
You've been a great pal.

I'll make sure Mom doesn't
sell you or anything.

- C-3PO: Sell me?
- ANAKIN: Bye.

Oh, my.

(DROID BEEPS)

I can't do it, Mom.
I just can't do it.

Ani.

Will I ever see you again?

What does your
heart tell you?

I hope so.

Yes.

I guess.

Then we will see
each other again.

I will come back and free you, Mom.
I promise.

(SIGHS)

Now, be brave and
don't look back.

Don't look back.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(DARTH MAUL THEME PLAYS)

(SPEAKS IN DROID LANGUAGE)

(MOTOR ACCELERATES)

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYS)

ANAKIN: Qui-Gon, sir!
Wait! I'm tired!

- Anakin! Drop!
- (MOTOR WHIRRING)

- (LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)
- QUI-GON: Go!

Tell him to take off!

(LIGHTSABER CLASHING)

PANAKA: Qui-Gon's in trouble!

Take off. Over there.
Fly low.

(STARSHIP STARTS)

(CLASHING CONTINUES)

(LIGHTSABER DEACTIVATING)

- (LIGHTSABER DEACTIVATING)
- (R2-D2 BEEPING)

- Are you all right?
- QUI-GON: I think so.

- What was it?
- I'm not sure.

I'm not sure, but it was
well-trained in the Jedi arts.

- (R2-D2 BEEPS)
- My guess is it was after the queen.

What are we gonna
do about it?

(SIGHS) We shall be patient.

Anakin Skywalker.
Meet Obi-Wan Kenobi.

- Hi.
- (R2-D2 BEEPING)

Your a Jedi too?
Pleased to meet you.

- (R2-D2 BEEPS)
- (QUI-GON LAUGHS)

(STARSHIP ROARING)

VICEROY: Your queen is lost,
your people are starving,

and you, Governor,
are going to die...

much sooner than your
people, I'm afraid.

BIBBO: This invasion
will gain you nothing.

We're a democracy. The
people have decided.

Tug him away.

My troops are in position to
begin searching the swamps...

for these rumored underwater villages.
They will not stay here for long.

(SLOW TUNE PLAYS)

(JAR JAR SNORNING)

(BEEPS)

BIBBO: The death toll is catastrophic.
We must bow to their wishes.

You must contact me.

You all right?

It's very cold.

(SNORNING CONTINUES)

You come from a
warm planet, Ani.

A little too warm
for my taste.

Space is cold.

- You seem sad.
- The queen was worried.

Her people are
suffering, dying.

She must convince the
senate to intervene, or...

I'm not sure what'll happen.

I made this for you...

so you'd remember me.

ANAKIN: I carved it out
of a japor snippet.

It'll bring you good fortune.

It's beautiful.

But I don't need this
to remember you by.

Many things will change when
we reach the capital, Ani,

but my caring for
you will remain.

- I care for you, too, only I...
- Missed your mother.

(STARSHIP ACCELERATES)

(ROARING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

PILOT: Coruscant.

The entire planet
is one big city.

- There's Chancellor Valorum's shuttle.
- (BEEPS)

PILOT: And look over there.

Senator Palpatine
is waiting for us.

(STARSHIP DECELERATING)

PALPATINE: It is a great gift
to see you alive, Your Majasty.

With the communications breakdown,
we've been very concerned.

I'm anxious to hear your
report on the situation.

May I present supreme
Chancellor Valorum.

Welcome, Your Highness.

It's an honor to finally
meet you in person.

AMIDALA: Thank you,
Supreme Chancellor.

I must relay to you how distressed
everyone is over the current situation.

VALORUM: I've called for a special session
of the senate to hear your position.

I'm grateful for your
concern, Chancellor.

There is a question of procedure but
I'm confident we can overcome it.

I must speak with the
Jedi Council immediately.

The situation has become
much more complicated.

PADME: Ani.

Ani. Come on.

The queen's a bein'
grossly nice, mesa tinks.

Pitty hot.

PALPATINE: There is no
civility, only politics.

The Republic is not
what it once was.

The senate is full of greedy,
squabbling delegates.

There is no interest
in the common good.

I must be frank,
Your Majesty.

There is little chance the
senate will act on the invasion.

Chancellor Valorum seems
to think there is hope.

PALPATINE: If I may say so, Your Majesty,
the chancellor has little real power.

He is mired by baseless
accusations of corruption.

- The bureaucrats are in charge now.
- What options have we?

Our best choice would be to
push for the election...

of a stronger
supreme chancellor,

one who could control
the bureaucrats...

and give us justice.

You could call for a
vote of no confidence...

in Chancellor Valorum.

He has been our
strongest supporter.

Our only other choice would be
to submit a plea to the courts.

The courts take even longer to
decide things than the senate.

Our people are
dying, Senator.

We must do something quickly
to stop the Federation.

To be realistic,
Your Majesty,

I think we're going to have to accept
Federation control for the time being.

That is something
I cannot do.

(SHIPS ROARING)

QUI-GON: He was trained
in the Jedi arts.

My only conclusion can be
that it was a Sith lord.

Impossible. The Sith have been
extinct for a millennium.

WINDU: I do not believe the Sith could
have returned without us knowing.

YODA: Ah, hard to see,
the dark side is.

WINDU: We will use all our
resources to unravel this mystery.

We will discover the
identity of your attacker.

May the Force be with you.

YODA: (SIGHS) Master Qui-Gon.

More to say have you?

With your permission,
my master,

I have encountered a
vergence in the Force.

A vergence, you say?

Located around a person?

A boy.

His cells have the highest
concentration of midi-chlorians

I have seen in a life-form.

It is possible he was conceived
by the midi-chlorians.

WINDU: You refer to the prophecy of the
one who will bring balance to the Force.

You believe it's this boy?

- I don't presume to...
- YODA: But you do.

Revealed your opinion is.

I request the boy
be tested, Master.

YODA: Oh? Trained as a Jedi
you request for him, hmm?

Finding him was the
will of the Force.

I have no doubt of that.

(SIGHS)

Bring him before us, then.

(DOOR OPENS)

- (BEEPS)
- The boy's here to see Padme.

- WOMAN: Let him in.
- (BEEPS)

I'm sorry, Ani. But Padme's
not here right now.

AMIDALA: Who is it?

Anakin Skywalker to see
Padme, Your Highness.

I've sent Padme on an errand.

ANAKIN: I'm on my way to the Jedi
temple to start my training, I hope.

I may never see her again,
so I came to say good-bye.

We will tell her for you. We are
sure her heart goes with you.

Thank you, Your Highness.

(CARS ROARING)

(DROID BEEPING)

VALORUM: The chair recognizes the senator
from the sovereign system of Naboo.

(BEEPS)

PALPATINE: Supreme Chancellor,
delegates of the senate,

a tragedy has occurred...

which started right here with
the taxation of trade routes...

and has now engulfed our entire planet...
in the oppression of the Trade Federation.

VICEROY: This is outragous!

I object to the
senator's statements.

The chair does not recognize the senator
from the Trade Federation at this time.

PALPATINE: To state our allegations,
I present Queen Amidala,

recently elected ruler of the
Naboo who speaks on our behalf.

Honorable representatives
of the Republic,

I come to you under the
gravest of circumstances.

The Naboo system has been invaded
by the droid armies of the...

VICEROY: I object!
There is no proof!

This is incredible.

We recommend a commission be sent
to Naboo to ascertain the truth.

The Congress of
Malastare concurs...

with the honorable delegate
from the Trade Federation.

- A commission must be appointed.
- VALORUM: The point...

- Excuse me, Chancellor.
- PALPATINE: Enter the bureaucrat.

The true rulers
of the Republic.

And on the payroll of the Trade
Federation, I might add.

This is where Chancellor Valorum's
strength will disappear.

VALORUM: The point
is conceded.

Will you defer your motion
to allow a commission...

to explore the validity
of your accusations?

I will not defer.

I've come before you to resolve
this attack on our sovereignty now!

AMIDALA: I was not elected to
watch my people suffer and die...

while you discuss this
invasion in a committee.

If this body is not capable of action
I suggest new leadership is needed.

I move for a vote of no confidence
in Chancellor Valorum's leadership.

(CROWD MUTTERING)

Order!

Now they will elect a new
chancellor a strong chancellor...

one who will not let
our tragedy continue.

OBI-WAN: The boy will not pass the
council's test, Master. He's too old.

QUI-GON: Anakin will become
a Jedi, I promise you.

Do not defy the council,
Master, not again.

I shall do what I
must, Obi-Wan.

If you would just follow the code,
you would be on the council.

They will not go along
with you this time.

You still have much to
learn, my young apprentice.

ANAKIN: A ship.

A cup.

A ship.

A speeder.

YODA: Hmm.

How feel you?

Cold, sir.

- YODA: Afraid are you?
- No, sir.

- See through you we can.
- MAN: Be mindful of your feelings.

KI: Your thoughts
dwell on your mother.

- I miss her.
- YODA: Mmm.

Afraid to lose
her, I think, mmm?

What has that got to
do with anything?

Everything. Fear is the
path to the dark side.

Fear leads to anger.
Anger leads to hate.

Hate leads to suffering.

(SIGHS) I sense
much fear in you.

(SLOW TUNE PLAYS)

JAR JAR: Yousa tinking
yousa people ganna die?

I don't know.

Gungans get pasted too, eh?

I hope not.

Gungans no dyin'
without a fight.

Wesa warriors.

Wesa got a grand army.

JAR JAR: Dat's why you
no liken us, mesa tinks.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- PANAKA: Your highness?

Your Highness.

Senator Palpatine has been nominated to
succeed Valorum as supreme chancellor.

PALPATINE: A surprise, to
be sure, but a welcome one.

Your Majesty, if I am elected, I
promise to put an end to corruption.

Who else has been nominated?

Bail Antilles of Alderaan and
Ainlee Teem of Malastare.

I feel confident our situation will
create a strong sympathy vote for us.

I will be chancellor.

I fear by the time you have control
of the bureaucrats, Senator.

There'll be nothing left of
our people, our way of life.

I understand your
concern, Your Majesty.

Unfortunately, the Federation
has possession of our planet.

Senator, this is your arena. I
feel I must return to mine.

- I've decided to go back to Naboo.
- Go back?

But, Your Majesty, be realistic.
They'll force you to sign the treaty.

I will sign no
treaty, Senator.

My fate will be no different
than that of our people.

- Captain. Ready my ship.
- PANAKA: Your highness.

Please, Your Majesty, stay
here where it's safe.

It is clear to me now that the
Republic no longer functions.

I pray you will bring sanity and
compassion back to the senate.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

(ROARS)

KI: The force is
strong with him.

QUI-GON: He is to
be trained, then?

No. He will not be trained.

No?

- He is too old.
- He is the chosen one.

- You must see it.
- YODA: Mmm.

Clouded this boy's future is.

I will train him, then.

I take Anakin as my
Padawan learner.

An apprentice you
have, Qui-Gon.

Impossible to
take on a second.

The code forbids it.

- Obi-Wan is ready.
- OBI-WAN: I am ready to face the trials.

Our own counsel we will
keep on who is ready.

He is headstrong,

and he has much to learn of the
living Force, but he is capable.

There is little more
he can learn from me.

YODA: Young
Skywalker's fate...

will be decided later.

WINDU: Now is not
the time for this.

The senate is voting for a
new supreme chancellor,

and Queen Amidala
is returning home,

which will put pressure on
the Federation and could

widen the confrontation.

And draw out the
queen's attacker.

WINDU: Go with the queen to Naboo and
discover the identity of this dark warrior.

This is the clue we need to
unravel the mystery of the Sith.

May the Force be you.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

OBI-WAN: It's not disrespect, Master.
It's the truth.

QUI-GON: From your
point of view.

The boy is dangerous.

They all sense it.
Why can't you?

His fate is uncertain.

He's not dangerous. The council
will decide Anakin's future.

That should be enough for you.
Now get on board.

(R2-D2 WHIMPERS)

Qui-Gon, sir, I don't
want to be a problem.

You won't be, Ani.

I'm not allowed to train you, so I
want you to watch me and be mindful.

Always remember:

Your focus determines
your reality.

Stay close to me and
you'll be safe.

Master, sir?

I heard Yoda talking
about midi-chlorians.

I've been wondering...
What are midi-chlorians?

Midi-chlorians are a
microscopic life-form...

that resides within
all living cells.

- They live inside me?
- Inside your cells, yes.

- And we are symbionts with them.
- Symbionts?

Life-forms living together
for mutual advantage.

Without the midi-chlorians,
life could not exist...

and we would have no
knowledge of the Force.

They continually speak to us,

telling us the will
of the Force...

When you learn to
quiet your mind,

you'll hear them
speaking to you.

I don't understand.

With time and training,
Ani, you will.

You will.

QUI-GON: Your Majesty, it is our pleasure
to continue to serve and protect you.

I welcome your help.

Senator Palpatine fears that the
Federation means to destroy me.

I assure you I will not
allow that to happen.

- JAR JAR: Wesa goin' home!
- ANAKIN: Come on, R2.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

(THURSTERS FIRES)

SIDIOUS: Is the
planet secure?

We have taken over the last
pockets of primitive life-forms.

We are in complete control
of the planet now.

SIDIOUS: Good.

I will see to it that in the
senate things stay as they are.

I am sending my apprentice,
Darth Maul, to join you.

- Yes, my lord.
- The sith here?

(STARSHIP FIRES)

PILOT: Those are the
forward stabilizers.

And those two can
controll to pitch?

You catch on pretty quick.

PANAKA: As soon as we land the
Federation will arrest you...

- and force you to sign the treaty.
- QUI-GON: I agree.

I'm not sure what you wish
to accomplish by this.

I will take back what's ours.

PANAKA: There are too few
of us, Your Highness.

We have no army.

QUI-GON: And I can
only protect you.

I can't fight a war for you.

- Jar Jar Binks.
- Mesa, Your Highness?

Yes. I need your help.

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
- (STARSHIP ROARING)

I have one battleship
on my scope.

OBI-WAN: It's a
droid control ship.

PANAKA: They
probably spotted us.

We haven't much time.

(STARSHIP DECELERATING)

Jar Jar is on his way to
the Gungan city, Master.

- Good.
- Do you think the queen's idea will work?

The Gungans will not
be easily swayed.

And we cannot use our
power to help her.

I'm...

I'm sorry for my
behavior, Master.

It's not my place to disagree
with you about the boy.

And I am grateful you think
I'm ready to take the trials.

You've been a good
apprentice, Obi-Wan.

And you're a much
wiser man than I am.

I foresee you will become
a great Jedi knight.

- (CHITTERING)
- (JAR JAR GRUNTS)

(SHIVERS)

(HOOTING)

JAR JAR: Desa nobody dare.

The Gungan city is deserted.

JAR JAR: Some kinda
fight, mesa tinks.

Do you think they have
been taken to the camps?

More likely they
were wiped out.

- Mesa no tink so.
- Do you know where they are, Jar Jar?

When in trouble, Gungans
go to sacred place.

Mesa show you. Come on.
Mesa show you!

(BELLOWING)

(SQUAWKS)

(HOOTING)

Your Honor, Queen
Amidala of the Naboo.

Uh, h-heyo dadee, Big
Boss Nass, Your Honor.

NASS: Jar Jar Binks.

Who's da uss-en uthers?

- (GUNGAN SHOUTS)
- I'm Queen Amidala of the Naboo.

I come before you in peace.

NASS: Ah, Naboo biggen.

Yousa bringen da Mackineeks.

Yousa all bombad.

AMIDALA: We have searched you out
because we wish to form an alliance.

Your honor.

(BOSS NASS CLICKS TONGUE)

Whosa dis?

- I am Queen Amidala.
- Hmm?

This is my decoy, my protection,
my loyal bodyguard.

PADME: I'm sorry for my deception, but
it was necessary to protect myself.

Although we do not always
agree, Your Honor,

our two great societies
have always lived in peace.

Ah.

The Trade Federation has destroyed all
that we have worked so hard to build.

PADME: If we do not act quickly,
all will be lost forever.

I ask you to help us.

No, I beg you to help us.

PADME: We are your
humble servants.

Our fate is in your hands.

Hmm.

JAR JAR: Mmm-hmm.

NASS: Ah. Ha!

(LAUGHING)

Yousa no tinken yousa
greater den da Gungans?

(BOSS NASS LAUGHS)

Me-e-esa lika dis!

NASS: Maybe wesa
bein friends.

(BLUBBERING)

(CHEERING)

VICEROY: We've
sent our patrols.

We already located their
starship in the swamp.

It won't be long, my lord.

SIDIOUS: This is an unexpected move for her.
It's too aggressive.

Lord Maul.

Be mindful. Let them
make the first move.

Yes, my master.

(GUNGAN SHOUTS)

- Desa comin'!
- ANAKIN: All right!

- ANAKIN: They're here!
- PADME: Good, they made it.

(SPEEDERS ACCELERATES)

- Yousa doen grand.
- (LAUGHS)

Jar Jar bring uss-en
and da Naboo together.

Oh, no. No.

So, wesa make you
bombad general.

General?!

(JAR JAR GROANING)

- QUI-GON: Captain?
- (LAUGHING)

- PANAKA: Your Highness.
- PADME: What is the situation?

Almost everyone's in camps.

A few hundred police and guards
have formed an underground

resistance movement.

I brought back as many of
the leaders as I could.

The Federation army's also much larger
than we thought, and much stronger.

Your Highness, this is a battle
I do not think that we can win.

The battle is a diversion.

The Gungans must draw the droid
army away from the cities.

PADME: R2?

(BEEPS)

We can enter the city using the secret
passages on the waterfall side.

Once we get to the main entrance Captain
Panaka will create a diversion.

PADME: Then we can enter the
palace and capture the viceroy.

Without the viceroy, they
will be lost and confused.

What do you think,
Master Jedi?

The viceroy will
be well-guarded.

The difficulty is getting
into the throne room.

Once we're inside, we
shouldn't have a problem.

There is a possibility, with this
diversion, many Gungans will be killed.

Wesa ready to do
our-san part.

PADME: We have a plan which
should immobilize the droid army.

We will send what pilots we have to
knock out the droid control ship...

orbiting the planet.

A well-conceived plan.
However, there's great risk.

QUI-GON: The weapons on your fighters
may not penetrate the shields.

OBI-WAN: And there's
an even bigger danger.

If the viceroy escapes,
Your Highness,

he will return with
another droid army.

Well, that is why we must not
fail to get the viceroy.

Everything depends on it.

(BEEPS, WHISTLES)

She is more foolish
than I thought.

We are sending all troops to meet
this army assembling near the swamp.

It appears to be made
up of primitives.

This will work to
our advantage.

I have your approval to
proceed, then, my lord?

Wipe them out.

All of them.

(BONGOS PLAYING)

(HORN BLOWING)

(BELLOWS)

Halt.

Starting up the shield.

(SHIELD TURNS ON)

(SHIPS WHIRRING)

BATTLE DROID: Open fire.

(LASERS FIRING)

Once we get iniside, you find
the safe place to hide...

- and stay here.
- Sure.

Stay there.

(BLASTERS COCKING)

- (LASER FIRES)
- BATTLE DROID: There they are! Fire!

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYS)

(LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)

BATTLE DROID: Roger, roger!

(LASER FIRING)

VICEROY: I thought the battle was
going to take place far from here.

This is to close.

- (DOOR OPENING)
- (FIRING CONTINUES)

Ani, find cover!

- Quick!
- PADME: Get to your ships!

(SCREAMING)

(STARFIGHTER ACCELERATES)

(R2-D2 WHISTLES THEN BEEPING)

(SCREAMING)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(ACCLERATING CONTINUES)

(LASER FIRING)

(STARFIGHTER HOWLING)

(R2-D2 WHISTLES)

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYS)

(STARFIGHTERS HOWLING)

(DROID FIGHTERS ACCELERATING)

Fighters, straight ahead.

- Roger, Bravo Leader.
- Roger, Bravo Leader.

(LASERS FIRING)

(FIRING CONTINUES)

BATTLE DROID: Cease fire.

(FIRING FADES OUT)

(BELLOWING)

Steady. Steady.

(HATCH OPENING)

(ENGINES PULLING)

(SHIELD ACTIVATING)

- (GROWLING)
- (MOOS)

(LASER FIRING)

Activate the droids.

Yes, sir.

- (BEEPS)
- (DROIDS ACTIVATING)

Ouch time.

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
- (DROIDS FOOTSTEPPING)

(LASER FIRING)

(GROANING)

Fire!

- (BOOMER ACTIVATES)
- JAR JAR: Whoa!

JAR JAR: Huh?

(SCREAMS) Whoa!

(FIRING CONTINUES)

PADME: My guess the viceroy's
in the throne room.

PANAKA: Red Group, Blue Group!
Everybody, this way!

Hey, wait for me!

QUI-GON: Anakin, stay where you are.
Will be safe there.

- But I-
- Stay in that cockpit.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (DARTH MAUL THEME PLAYS)

- We'll handle this.
- Will take the long way.

(R2-D2 BEEPS)

(DROIDEKAS ACCELERATES)

(WEAPONS COCKING)

(WEAPONS FIRING)

- (BLASTER FIRES)
- We gotta do something, R2.

(LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)

- (CHORUS VOCALIZING)
- (LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)

- (LIGHTSABER HUMMING)
- (OBI-WAN GRUNTING)

(LIGHTSABER CLASHING)

(FIRING CONTINUES)

(SCREAMS)

(BEEPING)

I'm trying to. I don't
know where the trigger is.

- (STARSHIP ACTIVATING)
- (R2-D2 BEEPING)

Oops. Wrong one.
Maybe, this one.

(HATCH CLOSES)

- Nope. Wait, Here it is.
- (TRIGGER COCKS)

(LASER FIRING)

ANAKIN: Yeah!

(FIRING CONTINUES)

PADME: Let's go!

Uh, It's on automatic pilot!

(DOOR OPENING)

- (R2-D2 BEEPING)
- (STARSHIP ACCELRATES)

- (LASER FIRES)
- (STARFIGHTER ROARING)

- Try override it.
- (R2-D2 BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(DUEL OF THE FATES PLAYING)

(LIGHTSABER HUMMING
THEN CLASHING)

(OBI-WAN GRUNTS THEN GROANS)

(CHORUS VOCALIZING)

(CLASHING CONTINUES)

- (VOCALIZING CONTINUES)
- (LIGHTSABER HUMMING)

- (OBI-WAN GRUNTS)
- (DARTH MAUL YELLS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

(WEAPONS FIRING)

We don't have time
for this, Captain.

- (STARFIGHTER ROARING)
- (R2-D2 BEEPING EXCITEDLY)

Look. There they are.

ANAKIN: That's where the
autopilot's taking us.

(DROIDEKAS COCKING
THEN FIRING)

(GUNGANS SCREAMING)

Huh? (SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS)

(EXCLAIMS) Hmm. Dumb droid.

Take that! Get off! Get off!
Get off! Get off!

(GRUNTS) Oh, mooie!

Whoo-hoo!

(SCREAMING)

- (STARFIGHTER ROARING LOUDLY)
- (FIRING CONTINUES)

The deflector shield
is too strong!

- (LASER FIRING)
- (SCREAMING)

(FIRING CONTINUES)

- (R2-D2 EXCLAIMS)
- This is tense!

- ANAKIN: Whoa!
- (LASER FIRES)

R2, get us off this autopilot.
It's gonna get us both killed.

(R2-D2 BEEPING RAPIDLY)

ANAKIN: You did it, R2!
Okay, let's go left!

(STARFIGHTER TURNS)

- (FIRING RESUMES)
- (BEEPING CONTINUES)

ANAKIN: Go back? Qui-Gon told
me to stay in this cockpit.

So that's what I'm gonna do.

- (FIRING)
- (EXPLODES)

I'll try spinning.
That's a good trick.

(ANAKIN SCREAMS)

(R2-D2 BEEPS EXCITEDLY)

I know we're in trouble.
Just hang on!

(WEAPONS FIRING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

PANAKA: Go!

Ascension guns!

(GUNS ACTIVATES)

(PULLING)

- (BLASTER FIRES)
- (GLASS SHATTERS)

- (CHORUS VOCALIZING)
- (LIGHTSABER HUMMING)

(CLASHING)

(OBI-WAN GROANS THEN GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(DARTH MAUL GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(CLASHING CONTINUES)

(LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)

(FORCE FIELD OPENING)

(CLASHING CONTINUES)

- (FORCE FIELD CLOSING)
- (MUSIC ENDS)

- (LIGHTSABER DEACTIVATING)
- (CLOSING CONTINUES)

- (FORCE FIELD BUZZING)
- (LIGHTSABER DEACTIVATING)

(LIGHTSABER DEACTIVATING)

- (BLASTER FIRES)
- (GROWLING)

- (WHISTLING)
- (THUMPING)

- (EXPLODING)
- (FIRING CONTINUES)

JAR JAR: Retreat! Retreat!

Dis is nutsen.

Hyah!

JAR JAR: Oh, oh, oh!

Uh-oh! Big boomers.
(EXCLAIMS, GROANS)

- (RUMBLING)
- (GASPS)

Uh-oh! (SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERS RAPIDLY)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

JAR JAR: Hey! Hey!

Get me a lift!
(SCREAMING) Oh!

(SCREAMING, GROANS)

(GROANING)

Jar Jar, usen da booma!

- What? Mesa don't have a booma!
- Yeah! Taken dis one!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! (SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

Whoa! Ohh!

(GROANING)

- (EXPLODES)
- (SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Help! Help! Help me!

- Jar Jar! Jump, Jar Jar! Jump!
- (JAR JAR WHIMPERING)

(WHIMPERS, SCREAMS)

(JAR JAR BLUBBERING LOUDLY)

(DROIDEKAS ACCLERATES)

(WEAPON COCKING)

PADME: Put down your weapons.
They win this round.

- (COCKING CONTINUES)
- (BATTLE DROID WALKING)

- (STARFIGHTER ROARING)
- (DROIDFIGHTER FIRING)

(R2-D2 SHRIEKS LOUDLY)

We're hit, R2! (SCREAMING)

(R2-D2 BEEPING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(R2-D2 BEEPS EXCITEDLY)

I'm trying to stop!
I'm trying to stop!

(WHISTLES, BEEPS)

- Everything's overheated.
- (R2-D2 BEEPING)

- Oops, this is not good.
- (CONTROLS CLICKING)

(DARTH MAUL THEME PLAYS)

- (LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)
- (FORCE FIELD OPENING)

(CLASHING)

(OPENING CONTINUES)

(FORCE FIELD CLOSING)

(CLASHING CONTINUES)

- (QUI-GON SCREAMS)
- OBI-WAN: No!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

No giben up, General Jar Jar.

- Mesa tink of something.
- BATTLE DROID: Hands up.

- My give up. My give up.
- (GROANS SOFTLY)

(BATTLE DROIDS WALKING)

Your little insurrection is
at an end, Your Highness.

Time for you to sign the treaty and end
this pointless debate in the senate.

SABE: Viceroy! Your
occupation here has ended!

(BLASTER FIRES)

After her! This
one's a decoy!

(FIRING CONTINUES)

- (HATCH OPENS)
- PADME: Captain!

(BLASTERS FIRING)

(FIRING CONTINUES)

(GROANS)

Jam the doors!

(DOOR CLOSES)

Now, Viceroy. Will
discuss a new treaty.

(DARTH MAUL THEME PLAYS)

- (LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)
- (FORCE FIELD OPENING)

(CLASHING)

- (LIGHTSABER HUMMING)
- (CLASHING CONTINUES)

(DARTH MAUL GROANS)

(OBI-WAN GRUNTS)

- (LIGHTSABER CRACKLES)
- (HUMMING CONTINUES)

(CLASHING CONTINUES)

- (OBI-WAN GROANS)
- (FORCE PUSHING)

(GROANS)

- (R2-D2 BEEPS)
- ANAKIN: Yes! We have power!

- Shields up!
- (STARFIGHTER ACTIVATES)

- (WEAPONS FIRES)
- Take this!

- (LASER FIRING)
- And this!

- (TORPEDOES FIRES)
- Whoa!

(EXPLODING)

- Oops.
- We're losing power.

There seems to be a problem
with the main reactor.

Impossible! Nothing can
get through our shield.

- (STARFIGHTER ACTIVATING)
- Let's get outta here!

- (STARFIGHTER ACCELRATES)
- (R2-D2 BEEPING EXCITEDLY)

- (EXPLODING CONTINUES)
- (FIGHTER FIRES)

What's that? It's blowning
up in the inside!

- We didn't hit it!
- (ACCELERATING CONTINUES)

- Now, this is Podracing!
- (R2-D2 BEEPING)

Look, one of ours, out
of the main hold!

- (EXPLODING)
- ANAKIN: Whoo!

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

Hee-hee!

- (HISSING)
- (EXPLODING CONTINUES)

- (MOTORS WINDING DOWN)
- BATTLE DROID: What the-

Was'n they doing?

The control ship has been destroyed.
Look!

They all broken.

- (GUNGANS CHEERING)
- JAR JAR: All right!

(LIGHTSABER CRACKLING)

(HUMMING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

(OBI-WAN PANTING)

- (OBI-WAN GRUNTS)
- (LIGHTSABER ACTIVATING)

(DARTH MAUL GROANING SOFTLY)

(LIGHTSABER DEACTIVATING)

(OBI-WAN GRUNTING GENTLY)

QUI-GON: No. It's too late.
It's-

- No!
- Obi-Wan.

Promise.

- Promise me, you will train the boy.
- Yes, Master.

(GROANING) He...
is the chosen one.

He... will bring balance.

Train him.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

(SHIP APPROACHING)

SABE: Now, Viceroy.

You're going to have to go back to
the senate and explain all this.

I think you can kiss your
trade franchise good-bye.

PALPATINE: We are indebted to you
for your bravery, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

And you, Young Skywalker.

We will watch your career
with great interest.

(SIGHS)

Congratulations on your
election, Chancellor.

Your boldness has saved
our people, Your Majesty.

It's you who should
be congratulated.

Together. We shall bring peace
and prosperity to the Republic.

YODA: (GRUNTS) Confer on you.

The level of Jedi knight
the council does.

But agree with your taking this
boy as your Padawan learner...

- I do not.
- OBI-WAN: Qui-Gon believed in him.

(YODA SIGHING)

The chosen one.
The boy may be...

Neverless. Grave danger
I fear in his training.

Master Yoda, I gave
Qui-Gon my word.

- I will train Anakin.
- (GRUNTING)

Without the approval of
the council, if I must.

Qui-Gon's defiance I sense in you.
Need that you do not.

Agree with you the
council does.

Your apprentice Skywalker...

will be.

- (CHORUS VOCALIZING)
- (FIRES BURNING)

(R2-D2 WHIMPERING SADLY)

What will happen to me now?

The council have granted me
permission to train you.

You will be a Jedi.

I promise.

(VOCALIZING CONTINUES)

WINDU: There's no doubt the
mysterious warrior was a Sith.

YODA: Hmm. Always
two there are.

No more, no less.

(SIGHS) The master
and an apprentice.

But which was destroyed? The
master or the apprentice?

(CROWD CHEERING)

(FANFARE PLAYING)

(DRUMMING)

(STARFIGHTERS ROARING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

JAR JAR: Hello, everybody!

(FANFARE CONTINUES)

- (R2-D2 BEEPS SOFTLY)
- (KIDS SINGING)

(KIDS LAUGHING)

(GUNGAN GROWLING LOUDLY)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

- NASS: Peace!
- JAR JAR: Yahoo!

(R2-D2 BEEPING HAPPILY)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)