MOS ESPA - JUNK DEALER PLAZA - DAY
storm has passed. VENDORS and STREET PEOPLE clean up
the mess and rebuild their food stalls. JAR JAR sits
on a box in front of Watto's parts shop, watching all
the activity with growing nervousness. ARTOO is standing
next to him. PADME stops QUI-GON as he is about to enter
: Are you sure about this? Trusting our fate to a boy
we hardly know. The Queen will not approve.
QUI-GON : The Queen does not need to know.
PADME : Well, I don't approve.
turns and starts into the shop.
WATTO'S JUNK SHOP - DAY
and ANAKIN are in the middle of an animated discussion
: Patta go bolla!
ANKAIN : No batta!
WATTO : Pedunky. Maa kee cheelya.
ANAKIN : Bayno, Bayno!
walks in, and WATTO and ANAKIN join him.
: The boy tells me you wanta sponser hi insa race. You
can't afford parts. How can you do this? Not on Republic
credits, I think. (he laughs)
QUI-GON : My ship will be the entry fee.
pulls a small object that looks like a watch out of
his pocket, and a hologram of the Naboo spacecraft appears
about a foot long in front of WATTO. He studies it.
: Not bad...not bad...a Nubian.
QUI-GON : It's in good order, except for the parts we
WATTO : ...but what would the boy ride? He smashed up
my Pod in the last race. It will take some time to fix
is embarrassed and steps forward.
: Ahhhh....it wasn't my fault really...Sebulba flashed
me with his vent ports. I actually saved the Pod...mostly.
WATTO : (laughing) That you did. The boy is good, no
QUI-GON : I have...acquired a Pod in a game of chance.
"The fastest ever built."
WATTO : I hope you didn't kill anyone I know for it.
(laughs) So, you supply the Pod and the entry fee; I
supply the boy. We split the winnings fifty-fifty, I
QUI-GON : Fifty-fifty!?! If it's going to be fifty-fifty,
I suggest you front the cash for the entry. If we win,
you keep all the winnings, minus the cost of the parts
I need...If we lose, you keep my ship.
thinks about this. ANAKIN tries not to be nervous.
: (Cont'd) Either way, you win.
WATTO : (subtitled) Deal! Yo bana pee ho-tah, meedee
ya. (Your friend is a follish one, methinks.)
NABOO SPACECRAFT - TATOOINE DESERT - DAY
stands outside the Naboo spacecraft, speaking into his
comlink. QUI-GON is on the back porch of the hovel.
: What if this plan fails, Master? We could be stuck
here for a long time.
QUI-GON : (V.O) A ship without a power supply will not
get us anywhere, and there is something about this boy...
MOS ESPA - SLAVE QUARTERS - PORCH - DAY
puts the comlink away as SHMI comes onto the porch
ANAKIN, JAR JAR, and ARTOO work on the engines of the
Podracer in the courtyard below.
: You should be proud of your son. He gives without
any thought of reward.
SHMI : He knows nothing of greed. He has...
QUI-GON : He has special powers.
SHMI : Yes...
QUI-GON : He can see things before they happen. That's
why he appears to have such quick reflexes. It is a
SHMI : He deserves better than a slave's life.
QUI-GON : The Force is unusally strong with him, that
much is clear. Who was his father?
SHMI : There was no father, that I know of...I carried
him, I gave him birth...I can't explain what happened.
Can you help him?
QUI-GON : I'm afraid not. Had he been born in the Republic,
we would have identified him early, and he would have
become Jedi, no doubt...he has the way. But it's too
late for him now, he's too old.
MOS ESPA - SLAVE QUARTERS - BACK YARD - DAY
(a young boy about Anakin's age), SEEK (a boy of ten),
AMEE (a girl of six), and WALD (a Greedo Type, six years
old) join ANAKIN, JAR JAR, ARTOO, and PADME securing
: Padme and Jar Jar, this is my friend Kitster, and
seek, Amee, and Wald.
whistle, hoot, and speak a greeting.
: Wow, a real Astro Droid...how'd you get so lucky?
ANAKIN : This isn't the half of it. I'm entered in the
Boonta Race tomorrow!
KITSTER : What? With this??
WALD : (subtitled) Annie, Jesko na joka. (You are such
a joke, Annie.)
AMEE : You've been working on that thing for years.
It's never going to run.
SEEK : Come on, let's go play ball. Keep it up, Annie,
and you're gonna be bug squash.
WALD, and AMEE take off, laughing. JAR JAR is fiddling
with one of the energy binder plates.
: Hey! Jar Jar! Stay away from those energy binders...
JAR JAR : Who, mesa?
ANAKIN : If your hand gets caught in that beam, it will
go numb for hours.
JAR peeks at the energy plate; it makes a little electronic
pop, zaps him in the mouth and jumps back. JAR JAR tries
to say something, but his mouth is numb and his words
JAR : Ouch-dats muy bigo Oucho. (Gibberish)
KITSTER : But you don't even know if this thing will
ANAKIN : It will.
approaches the GROUP and gives ANAKIN a small battery.
JAR JAR gets his hand caught in the afterburner and
tries to tell Anakin, but can't get words out that make
: I think it's time we found out. Use this power charge.
ANAKIN : Yes, sir!!
jumps into the little capsule behind the two giant engines.
He puts the power pack back into the dashboard. EVERYONE
backs away, except for JAR JAR who calls for help. Finally
PADME frees him and the engines ignite with a ROAR.
MOS ESPA - SLAVE QUARTERS - PORCH - DAY
watching from the porch, smiles sadly.
SLAVE QUARTERS - BALCONY - NIGHT
sits on the balcony rail of his hovel as QUI-GON tends
to a cut. The BOY leans back to look at the vast blanket
of stars in the sky.
: Sit still, Annie. Let me clean this cut.
ANAKIN : There are so many! Do they all have a system
QUI-GON : Most of them.
ANAKIN : Has anyone been to them all?
QU-IG0N : (laughs) Not likely.
ANAKIN : I want to be the first one to see them all...
wipes a patch of blood off ANAKIN'S arm.
: There, good as new...
yells from inside the hovel.
: (O.S.) Annie, bedtime!
scrapes ANAKIN's blood onto a comlink chip.
: What are you doing?
QUI-GON : Checking your blood for infections.
ANAKIN : I've never seen...
SHMI : (O.S.) Annie! I'm not goiung to tell you again!
QUI-GON : Go on, you have a big day tomorrow. (beat)
rolls his eyes and runs into the hovel. QUI-GON takes
the blood stained chip and inserts it into the comlink,
then calls OBI-WAN.
: (Cont'd) Obi-Wan...
OBI-WAN : Yes, Master.
QUI-GON : Make an analysis of this blood sample I'm
OBI-WAN : Wait a minute...
QUI-GON : I need a midi-chlorian count.
OBI-WAN : All right. I've got it.
QUI-GON : What are your readings?
OBI-WAN : Something must be wrong with the transmission.
QUI-GON : Here's a signal check.
OBI-WAN : Strange. The transmission seems to be in good
order, but the reading's off the chart...over twenty
QUI-GON : (almost to himself) That's it then.
OBI-WAN : Even Master Yoda doesn't have a midi-chlorian
count that high!
QUI-GON : No Jedi has.
OBI-WAN : What does it mean?
QUI-GON : I'm not sure.
JEDI KNIGHT looks up and sees SHMI in the doorway watching
him. Embarrassed, she goes back into the kitchen while
QUI-GON ponders the situation.