MALE ANNOUNCER

(over speaker)

The following live broadcast is

recommended by the Imperial council in

the belief that your commitment to remain

upstanding citizens will be reinforced.

It is required viewing for all members of

the Imperial forces.

 

The screen cuts to various scenes of activity in the

streets of Mos Eisley.

 

FEMALE ANNOUNCER

(over speaker)

Time now for life on Tatooine. Brought to

viewers everywhere in the hope that our

own lives may be uplifted by the

comparison and enriched with the

gratitude of relief. This transmission is

unrehearsed and unedited and is hereby

begun without further comment as to its

lack of moral value.

 

The monitor cuts to a view inside of a cantina. There are

dozens of bizarre aliens seated throughout. The bar's

patrons are being entertained by a Bith band. Tork, the

bar's bouncer, picks up a customer from his seat and

takes him out of the bar. A man walks into the bar past

the exiting Tork and companion. The man is Krelman and he

is carrying a flower in his hand. The bartender, Ackmena,

interrupts two aliens seated at the bar who are

conversing.

 

ACKMENA

Well, I'm certainly not going to get rich

with customers like you. I thought I

taught you to drink faster than that. Well,

at least you're steady. Oh, come on now.

Drink up. There's plenty more where that

came from.

 

Krelman walks up to the bar and takes a seat. He places

the flower on the countertop.

 

ACKMENA

(to Krelman)

What'll it be?

 

KRELMAN

Hello, Ackmena.

 

ACKMENA

Okay, we'll do it your way. Hello. Now,

we'll do it my way. What'll it be?

 

KRELMAN

Can we talk?

 

ACKMENA

Well of course we can talk. We are talking.

You're not ordering. I'm not pouring. We

are not drinking. We are talking.

 

Ackmena moves the flower aside that He brought.

 

ACKMENA

I'm moving this to make room for a drink,

so that next time I say "what'll it be"

and you tell me. I can put it right there.

 

KRELMAN

Doesn't matter. Give me anything.

 

He points to a red pitcher behind the bar.

 

KRELMAN

I'll have one of those.

 

Ackmena gets the pitcher and pours some of it's contents

into a glass in front of him.

 

KRELMAN

I'm sorry I couldn't get back before.

 

ACKMENA

Ah, before what?

 

KRELMAN

Uh, until now, until tonight. I thought

about it a dozen times. I had to be sure.

 

ACKMENA

Ah, excuse me. I have a customer waiting.

I'll be right back.

 

She walks away from him.

 

KRELMAN

"Come back soon, I'll be waiting."

 

Ackmena pours a drink for an Ithorian who is seated

farther down the bar. Krelman pours his drink into the