Luke follows Ben into the Cantina but instead of a teeming dive it's empty and silent and clad in gold.
Luke looks behind him and the droids are gone.
Behind the bar is Dr Eldon Tyrell.
Tyrell : What will you be drinking, sir?
Luke : Hair of the wamp-rat that bit me, I guess, A little slow tonight, isn't it? [laughs]
Tyrell: Yes, it is, Mr. Skywalker. What'll it be?
Luke: I'm awfully glad you asked me that, Because I just happen to have two twenties and two tens right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were gonna be there for two more seasons. So here's what: you slip me a bottle of Jawa Juice, a little glass, and some ice. You can do that, can't you? You're not too busy, are you?
Tyrell: No, sir, I'm not busy at all.
Luke: Good man! You set 'em up and I'll knock 'em back. One by one. Crop duster's burden, crop duster's burden. [Luke opens his wallet and finds that it's empty] Say, it seems I'm temporarily light. How's my credit in this joint, anyway?
Tyrell: Your credit's fine, Mr Skywalker.
Luke: That's swell. I like you. I always liked you. You were always the best of 'em. Best Force-damn bartender from Anchorhead to Mos Espa, Alderaan – or Coruscant, for that matter.
Tyrell: Thank you for saying so.
Luke: Here's to five miserable months of blue milk and all the irreparable harm that it's caused me.
Tyrell: How are things going, Mr. Skywalker?
Luke: Things could be better. Things could be a whole lot better.
Tyrell: I hope it's nothing serious.
Luke: No. Nothing serious. Just a little problem an old man, two droids and no questions asked. Where are those droids by the way?
Tyrell: Droids. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em, the management doesn't serve their kind in here [whispers] more human than human.
Luke: Words of wisdom. Words of wisdom.
Luke turns around and sees Zam Wessel covered in blood standing motionless in the empty bar clutching her wrist.
Zam : A Senator from Naboo, It was just a job.
Luke : What are you talking about? Tell us? TELL US NOW!
Suddenly the scene changes to a busy Cantina and Luke is on the floor looking at a hairy bloody arm, which turns into a smoking flipper and then a smoking pale hand.
Ben : Chewbecca here is first mate on a ship that might suit us.