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Off the wall, I know, but I don't think Greedo really was a bounty hunter. Was he employed by Jabba? Yes. Did he think that he'd be able to collect Jabba's money from Han? Yes. But I don't think he was a bounty hunter. In fact I'd wager that he was probably just a clerk or a servant or something and hoped he could score some favor with Jabba. I imagine he was just in the cantina having a drink, spending the few credits he earned (or stole) on trying to get drunk and forget his woes. Maybe Jabba had, just that morning, made Greedo dress up in a slave bikini and entertain the troops at the palace. And then he saw Han...
Note the dialogue:
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As Han is about to leave, Greedo, a slimy green-faced alien
with a short trunk-nose, pokes a gun in his side. The creature
speaks in a foreign tongue translated into English subtitles.
GREEDO: Going somewhere, Solo?
HAN: Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact, I was just going to see your
boss. Tell Jabba that I've got his money.
Han sits down and the alien sits across from him holding
the gun on him.
GREEDO: It's too late. You should have paid him when you had the
chance. Jabba's put a price on your head, so large that every bounty
hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I'm lucky I found you
first.
See, Greedo says that bounty hunters are looking for Solo, but *he* found him instead.
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HAN: Yeah, but this time I got the money.
GREEDO: If you give it to me, I might forget I found you.
HAN: I don't have it with me. Tell Jabba...
GREEDO: Jabba's through with you. He has no time for smugglers who
drop their shipments at the first sign of an Imperial cruiser.
HAN: Even I get boarded sometimes. Do you think I had a choice?
Han Solo slowly reaches for his gun under the table.
GREEDO: You can tell that to Jabba. He may only take your ship.
HAN: Over my dead body.
GREEDO: That's the idea. I've been looking forward to killing you for
a long time.
HAN: Yes, I'll bet you have.
Suddenly the slimy alien disappears in a blinding flash of
light. Han pulls his smoking gun from beneath the table as the
other patron look on in bemused amazement. Han gets up and
starts out of the cantina, flipping the bartender some coins
as he leaves.
HAN: Sorry about the mess.
Well?
