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EXT. MOST EISLEY TOWER BASE - CONTINUOUS

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Luke runs out onto a long jetty sticking out from the
shipyard, high above a slum below him and looking out on Mos
Eisley.
It’s like Mogadishu or Mombasa, with warrens of old Jawa
pueblos scattered between the hulking wrecks of crashed
ships turned into buildings. Towers and spacecraft docks are
woven into each other haphazardly, and smoke rises from
cooking fires as and vats of burning chemicals. Everything
is rusted and corroded in the harsh desert air. The city is
centered on a colossal space elevator that reaches up into
the purple sky, with ships flitting around it as its cargo
moves up and down.
Luke turns and sees a roughneck holding a gun up at him at
the other end of the jetty.
ROUGHNECK
You make a big mistake, boy. We
kill you, then we kill your
friends, then we kill your kin. We
kill all who know you!
Luke smiles and raises two middle fingers in his direction.
The roughneck fires at him, but Luke steps off the jetty
before the blast hits him.
Luke runs down a metal column in a controlled free-fall,
enjoying the rush. He vaults into a crowded market, landing
gingerly on his feet.
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EXT. MOS EISLEY MARKET - CONTINUOUS

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Hundreds of different aliens of nearly as many races are
milling about the market, selling a thousand different
species of meat, vegetables, and other weird alien shit.
Literally all of them are looking at LUKE as he sticks an
effortless landing in their midst--Mos Eisley or not, he’s
still running away from a gunfight. They look up to see the
ROUGHNECK screaming for his head.
ROUGHNECK
Someone kill that goddamn rim rat!
Luke runs through the crowd. A tentacle shoots out to grab
him and he stiff-arms it away. A Jawa tries to tackle him,
but Luke shoves his face into the ground.
Luke starts knocking over stalls to stop his pursuers, to
the great annoyance of the shopkeepers.
(CONTINUED)