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

The evil Trade Federation, led by Nute Gunray is planning to take over the peaceful world of Naboo. Jedi Knights Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi are sent to confront the leaders. But not everything goes to plan. The two Jedi escape, and along with their new Gungan friend, Jar Jar Binks head to Naboo to warn Queen Amidala, but droids have already started to capture Naboo and the Queen is not safe there. Eventually, they land on Tatooine, where they become friends with a young boy known as Anakin Skywalker. Qui-Gon is curious about the boy, and sees a bright future for him. The group must now find a way of getting to Coruscant and to finally solve this trade dispute, but there is someone else hiding in the shadows. Are the Sith really extinct? Is the Queen really who she says she is? And what's so special about this young boy?

(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)