Nice work. Great, Chewie! Great! Always thinking with your stomach. Will you take it easy? Let’s just figure out a way to get out of this thing. Han, can you reach my lightsaber? Yeah, sure. Artoo, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. It’s a very long dro-o-op!! Wha–? Hey! Point that thing someplace else. Hey! Han, don’t. It’ll be all right. Chewie, give ’em your crossbow. Oh, my head. Oh, my goodness! Do you understand anything they’re saying? Oh, yes, Master Luke! Remember that I am fluent in over six million forms of communication. What are you telling them? Hello, I think… I could be mistaken. They’re using a very primitive dialect. But I do believe they think I am some sort of god.
Well, why don’t you use your divine influence and get us out of this? I beg your pardon, General Solo, but that just wouldn’t be proper. Proper?! It’s against my programming to impersonate a deity. Why, you– My mistake. He’s an old friend of mine.
Luke, help me take this mask off. But you’ll die. Nothing can stop that now. Just for once… let me look on you with my own eyes. Now…go, my son. Leave me. No. You’re coming with me. I can’t leave you here. I’ve got to save you. You already have, Luke. You were right about me. Tell your sister…you were right. Father…I won’t leave you. There it is! All right, Wedge. Go for the power regulator on the north tower. Copy, Gold Leader. I’m already on my way out. Move the fleet away from the Death Star.
Good. Use your aggressive feelings, boy! Let the hate flow through you. Obi-Wan has taught you well. I will not fight you, father. You are unwise to lower your defenses. Your thoughts betray you, father. I feel the good in you…the conflict. There is no conflict. You couldn’t bring yourself to kill me before, and I don’t believe you’ll destroy me now. You underestimate the power of the dark side. If you will not fight, then you will meet your destiny. Good. Good.
Watch out. Squad at .06. I’m on it, Gold Leader. Good shot, Red Two. Now…come on, Han, old buddy. Don’t let me down.