FETT AT THE BAR OF A CANTINA HIS BACK TO THE DOOR NURSES A DRINK. DOWN THE STAIR SWAGGERS SOLO WITH ONE HAND ON HIS HOLSTER.

BARMAN TO FETT : You want a straw with that son?

SOLO : Boba Fett! I wish to have words with you on the matter of being frozen in block of Carbonite and turned into a wall ornament.

THE BARMAN"S WORRIED FACE IS REFLECTED IN THE SCRATCHED VISOR OF FETT"S HELMET

SOLO: Would you care to step outside? I'm trying to foster a new reputation with the bar-keeps of the galaxy.

BARMAN : You ain't thinking about shooting in here? My cousin over at Mos Eisley still has burn holes in his intimate customer seating area.

SOLO : He was paid.

FETT TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS SOLO DIRECTLY IN THE EYE.

FETT : So was I.

BARMAN still addressing Solo : He wasn't paid enough I reckon.

FETT THROWS FLIPS A COIN OVER HIS SHOULDER TO THE BARMAN WHO CATCHES IT MID-FLIGHT.

SOLO : Well?

FETT : Well what?

SOLO : You gonna step outside?

FETT : Everyone steps outside eventually. I step outside when I'm paid to step outside.

SOLO : How much?

FETT : To step outside?

SOLO : Yeah. What's the going rate?

FETT : How much you got there?

SOLO : Just some loose change.

BARMAN : I bet.

FETT : Come back when you have some more.

SOLO : I was kinda hoping to sort this thing out here and now.

BARMAN : Outside?

SOLO : Preferably but I ain't fussy.

FETT : *sigh* Okay.

FETT FOLLOWS SOLO OUTSIDE WHERE TO HIS SURPRISE SLAVE ONE IS PARKED RIGHT OUTSIDE THE CANTINA.

FETT : I didn't leave that there.

SOLO : Yeah I know, I kinda hot-wired it... a bit.

FETT : You hot-wired my daddy's ship?

SOLO : Yeah... Kinda.

FETT : Well I do hope it won't blow up or anything. Not with that new reputation and all, as there is a lot of potential for bystander injuries around.

SOLO : What sort of a guy do you take me for? It won't blow up...

FETT : It won't?

SOLO : Nope.

FETT LOOKS AT SOLO, SOLO LOOKS AT FETT.

HAN WALKS AWAY LEAVING FETT BEHIND

SOLO : Well not unless you try and 'fly' it or something.

FETT : See you around Solo!

SOLO SLOWLY WALKING WITH HIS BACK TO FETT BREAKS INTO A GRIN.

FETT'S EXPRESSION IS AS ALWAYS HIDDEN.