EXT. TATOOINE - SPACE

The cruiser drops out of hyperspace. Before the small ship sits the large brown orb of Tatooine.

INT. SPACE - AKKADIAN - COCKPIT

One of Panaka’s men sits in the pilot’s seat, studying several readouts. Obi-Wan stands at his side, hands on his belt.

BODYGUARD : That's it. Tatooine ... There's a settlement - a spaceport, looks like.

OBI-WAN : Land near the outskirts. We don't want to attract any attention.

EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT - DAY

The Akkadian descends from the sky, slowly touching down on barren desert sand. Far in the distance lies the Mos Eisley spaceport - a bright spot on the horizon.

INT. TATOOINE - AKKADIAN - ENGINE ROOM - DAY

Qui-Gon and Major Vaness stand in the guts of the ship, inspecting the damaged hyperdrive. Obi-Wan enters the room, wearing the garb of a Nabu citizen.

QUI-GON : The hyperdrive generator is gone. We will need a new one.

Obi-Wan gestures for Qui-Gon to come to him. The Padawan goes to his elder, who begins to speak with him quietly.

OBI-WAN : Don't let them send any transmissions. Be wary ... I sense a disturbance in the Force.

QUI-GON: I feel it too.

Obi-Wan departs the engine room, leaving Qui-Gon to return to the hyperdrive with Vaness.

EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT - AKKADIAN - DAY

Obi-Wan and Captain Tarpals leave the ship, beginning their trek toward Mos Eisley.

CAPT. TARPALS : This sun does murder toe teh skin.

OBI-WAN : The desert climate is harsh to aquatic species, my friend. You’ll just have to bear with it.

Captain Panaka and Amidala step out of the ship, and begin to sprint after the duo.

CAPT. PANAKA : Wait!

The Gungan and the Jedi stop, allowing the Nabu to catch up to them.

CAPT. PANAKA : (cont'd) Her Highness commands you to take her with you. She wishes to observe the local -

OBI-WAN : There will be no commands from Her Highness today, Captain. This spaceport is unlikely to be pleasant ...

CAPT. PANAKA : The Princess wishes it. She is curious about this planet.

AMIDALA : I've been trained in self-defence. I can take care of myself.

OBI-WAN : I don't have the time to argue, but this is not a good idea. Stay close to me.

The Jedi gives Amidala a stern look. The three of them continue toward Mos Eisley, leaving Panaka behind.

EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET - DAY

The trio walks down the town's main street, several exotic creatures passing them by. Amidala examines the sights around her with her eyes, fascinated.

OBI-WAN : ... moisture farms for the most part, but also a few indigenous tribes and scavengers. The few spaceports like this one are havens for those who do not wish to be found ...

CAPT. TARPALS : Like us.

EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - JUNK DEALER PLAZA - DAY

They come to a plaza strewn with several junk shops, many of which have dilapidated starships in their back lots.

OBI-WAN : We'll try one of the smaller dealers.

They walk over to one of the shops, entering through the main doorway.

INT. TATOOINE - WATTO'S JUNK SHOP - DAY

Obi-Wan, Amidala, and Tarpals enter the dingy shop, examining the many items of machinery lain in piles on the floor and hung upon the walls.

Moving deeper into the shop they find three individuals at a large desk engaged in a heated argument - brothers Anakin Skywalker and Owen Lars with the flying blue Toydarian Watto. Owen is seventeen years old, slightly chubby with close-cropped brown hair. Anakin is fifteen, leaner and somewhat more handsome than Owen.

WATTO : Whatta's this? This is a payment, you say? Payment!? Bah! I wouldn't have been able to pay for my mother's funeral with this! This isn't enough. But then, thee never have enough.

OWEN : We're giving you all we can, Watto. We’re in a funk right now. Ever since Ash-It Eeyoo Naim set up shop our farming business hasn’t been doing well, and ferrying spice down from Chenini only -

WATTO : (alarmed) Shaddap! Thee want-a have somebody hear you?!

OWEN : (cont'd) We're barely getting by.

WATTO : Thee think I give a Ranat's rear if thee get by? I don't-a. I want what's due to me. I've been more than fair, waiting for thee.

ANAKIN : You're paying interest, you old bird. That's being fair?

WATTO : I was at a low point when I loaned to your father - rest his soul - as thee well know. I took a big loss pitying the fool. That's why there's-a interest. (pushing his face up in front of Anakin's) I'm-a taking your farm - or your momma's flesh, boy. Your choice.

ANAKIN : (enraged) You lousy piece of - !

Anakin strikes out, hands reaching for Watto’s throat. Owen grabs him, wrestling him away from the Toydarian.

OWEN : Anakin, no! Calm down. Your gonna get us in trouble. Stop it!

ANAKIN : (struggling) Stupid rotten - (to Owen) Let me go, dammit!

OWEN : Anakin, stop! Stop it!

Anakin squirms for another several seconds. Finally he stops, letting out a deep breath. Owen slowly releases him.

ANAKIN : Okay ... I'm okay now. (cont’d) Let's get out of here. I don't want to stand in this dump a minute longer.

The brothers leave the Toydarian’s desk, moving past Obi-Wan, Amidala, and Tarpals on their way out the door. Watto follows them with angry eyes.

WATTO : You've made your decision, then ... (to the trio) Whatta thee want?

They step forward up to Watto’s desk.

OBI-WAN : I need parts for a K-type 723 Akkadian.

WATTO : Ah yes, ah yes. Akkadian. We have lots of that. What kinda junk?

OBI-WAN : My sister here has a readout of what we need.

WATTO : (taking a datapad from Amidala and looking it over) Sooo, let me take-a thee out back. In you'll find what you need.

Handing back the datapad, Watto leaves the desk, floating out a back door to the junk yard beyond. The three of them follow after him.

EXT. TATOOINE - WATTO’S JUNK SHOP - BEHIND SHOP - DAY

The Toydarian takes them along a path through several piles of assorted machinery, consulting his own datapad. He soon stops at a large hyperdrive.

WATTO : ... Here it is ... a U-15 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 ... Saying of which, how's thee going to pay for all of this?

OBI-WAN : I have 120,000 Republic dataries.

WATTO : Republic credits? I'd prefer something more real ... Eh, I'll just get 'em exchanged. (cont’d) It's-a deal, outlander.