INT. NABU - OTOH GUNGA - HIGH TOWER BOARD ROOM - LATE DAY

The fifteen members of the rescue team stand before Gungan officials, surrounded by armed warriors, facing the Gungan leader Boss Nass. Unlike most Gungans Nass is rather rotund, bordering on morbidly obese. Dancing in and around the officials is a lanky Gungan named Jar Jar Binks, the hyperactive court jester.

JAR JAR : Heyo-dalee, Cap’n Tarpals! Whosa fhese dellows mesa see’en?

CAPT. TARPALS : (to Nass, subtitled) They entered the city without announcing themselves or attaining clearance, Your Honour. They must be agents of the invaders - assassins sent to kill the Nabu children.

JAR JAR : Oh-ho! Iss terrible! Bombad! Bombad! Bombad ass’seein’s!

BOSS NASS : (subtitled) Jar Jar, please keep quiet. This is a serious matter, and we have no time -

JAR JAR : (to the captives) Da Bosses do terrible tings to you, terrible tings!

BOSS NASS : (irritated) Jar Jar ...

JAR JAR : (cont’d) Iss embarrissing, boot yousa better dead out in da dere den dead in da here -

BOSS NASS : (enraged) Jar Jar!

JAR JAR : (turning to Nass) Ex-squeeze me?

BOSS NASS : (subtitled) Begone!

The rotund Gungan throws out a fist, hitting the fool in the face. The retarded Gungan topples over with a cry, hitting the solid floor with a grunt.

BOSS NASS : (subtitled) Go now!

JAR JAR : How wude!

The jester picks himself up with some difficulty, then quickly makes his exit from the room. Once gone, the other Gungans turn their attention back to the captives.

BOSS NASS : (to the captives) Forgive Jar Jar. He is ... not right in teh head ... (Cont’d) Back toe business. Have u'sa anything toe say for yourselves in regards toe these matters? Speak now.

COL. ORGANA : I am Bail Organa of Alderaan and lieutenant colonel in the Republic Navy. My men and I were sent to take the children of the Nabu Royal Family away from here to safety on Coruscant. We mean no harm, and we are not emissaries of the Neimoidian Federation.

BOSS NASS : Ah! Colonel of teh Republic? Gen'sai of teh Republic?

COL. ORGANA : Agents? Yes, yes we are.

BOSS NASS : Identification please.

COL. ORGANA : Excuse me?

BOSS NASS : Surely teh saviours of teh Royal Children would come bearing some sort of identification - toe verify their claims?

COL. ORGANA : What - ? (cont’d) Oh, stang ...

OBI-WAN : Problem, Bail?

COL. ORGANA : I knew I forgot something.

BOSS NASS : (to the Gungan guards, subtitled) Dispose of them, before they have the chance to reveal our position.

COL. ORGANA : (panicking) We have Jedi with us! You got their lightsabers - look! You can't think the Neimoidians would have Jedi on their side!?

BOSS NASS : Traitors, clones, pretenders - anyone can hold teh laser saber. It's only a weapon.

OBI-WAN : (waving his hand) You will free us and return our weapons.

BOSS NASS : (to the Gungan guards, subtitled) You will free them and return their weapons.

OBI-WAN : We are soldiers for the Republic.

BOSS NASS : (subtitled) They are soldiers for the Republic.

COL. ORGANA : We will have to take the children with us immediately. We need you to supply us with a ship.

BOSS NASS : We Gungans do not have spaceflight. It is something we left toe teh Nabu. U'sa will need toe go up toe a Nabu city toe get what you'll need.

CAPT. TARPALS : Teh town Gordon has a spaceport. A ship can be aqui'ara there.

BOSS NASS : (to Bail) We'll give u'sa a bongo. Teh fastest way toe teh Nabu is by way of teh sub'tarau tunnels. My loyal servant-warrior Tarpals will guide you past teh dangers toe teh surface.

CAPT. TARPALS : O'Nor?

BOSS NASS : My request, Captain. O'nor it.

CAPT. TARPALS : Yus, U'sa O'Nor.

COL. ORGANA : Thank you, Your Lordship.

BOSS NASS : Now go.

OBI-WAN : I must warn you, Your Honour. The Neimoidians have conquered the surface - it is inevitable that they will move on to your cities. You must find a place of safety for your people to go to before it is too late.

BOSS NASS : When we come toe that stream we will cross it, Jedi. As we have always done before.

INT. NABU - OTOH GUNGA - PALACE - AMIDALA’S QUARTERS - LATE DAY

Princess Amidala sits before a large, ornate vanity mirror, her royal silks now traded in for white close-fitting attire. A stern expression sits on her face as a Gungan handmaiden standing behind her futilely tries to braid her tresses into a squash blossom hairstyle.

AMIDALA : When are you going to be done with this?

HANDMAIDEN : Soon, Princess Amidala.

AMIDALA : You said that ten minutes ago. (cont’d) You’re not even doing it right!

HANDMAIDEN : Don’t worry. I’ll be finished soon.

Amidala bolts upright from her seat, turning to face the Gungan with her face twisted in anger. The Gungan backs up in alarm.

AMIDALA : You’re horrible! Horrible! Don’t you realize?! Don’t you get it?! You can’t do anything with my hair! Anything!! I’ll fix it myself! (cont’d) Get out! Get the hell out!!!

The handmaiden backs off and quickly moves to leave the room. As she reaches the door it opens, with Obi-Wan and Panaka standing in the frame. The Gungan pushes past them, fleeing down the hall. Amidala turns from the two new arrivals, returning to the mirror. In moments her hair is suitably braided.

CAPT. PANAKA : Princess?

AMIDALA : This is my “Jedi protector”, I assume?

CAPT. PANAKA : One of them.

AMIDALA : (standing up and moving over to them) Such a shame you couldn’t have been here sooner - when my parents and sister needed you.

OBI-WAN : I am sorry for your loss.

AMIDALA : I’m sure you are. (to Panaka) Where’s my brother?

CAPT. PANAKA : He’s waiting for us with the others outside.

No further words are said, and the three leave the room, closing the door behind them.