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STAR WARS

EPISODE IX

by

Derek Connolly & Colin Trevorrow

Based on characters created by George Lucas

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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

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EXT. SPACE

A rich tapestry of stars, reaching beyond all we know.

Two sharp points of a space station enclose the sides of the frame as we drift backwards into the glowing rectangular entrance of a DOCKING BAY.

INT. KUAT ORBITAL RING - DOCKING BAY - DAY

A FIRST ORDER TRANSPORT touches down. A wide platform descends, revealing a variety of DROIDS.

A GRAPHITE BB UNIT carefully splits off from the group.

INT. KUAT ORBITAL RING - CORRIDOR - DAY

The graphite BB Unit swerves to avoid a brutish LABOR DROID, scraping BB’s spherical side against the wall.

His head tilts down, checking a scuff in his paint, revealing ORANGE beneath. It’s BB-8, DEEP UNDERCOVER.

He lets out a familiar “uh-oh” and rotates the orange scuff beneath his head.

INT. SURVEILLANCE DEN - KUAT MOON - DAY

A comm device blinks in a cramped room stacked with recycled Imperial gear. ROSE TICO, adventure-worn and battle ready, grabs it with gloved hands.

ROSE BB-8, you in?

BB-8 BEEPS affirmative. Rose looks up through the broken roof at the ORBITAL RING in the sky above. Star Destroyers protrude from it like spikes on a punk bracelet.

ROSE (CONT'D) I need eyes on the checkpoint.

INT. KUAT ORBITAL RING - DAY

BB-8 plugs into a scomp terminal, anxious, tense. Out the window, the glowing KUAT MOON, sun cresting its horizon.

INT. SURVEILLANCE DEN - KUAT SURFACE - DAY

A holomonitor grid lights up, blurred and scrambled. Rose straps electrogoggles over her cracked leather flight helmet.

ROSE Atta boy.

ROSE’S POV: The images unscramble, revealing a SECURITY CHECKPOINT. The HUD zooms on an approaching DROPSHIP.

ROSE (CONT'D) Here they come.

EXT. KUAT MOON - SECURITY CHECKPOINT - DAY

The Dropship touches down in a canyon of white and blue sedimentary rock, kicking up a storm of silver sand.

STORMTROOPERS shield their eyes as the craft spits out a new batch of MIGRANT WORKERS from all corners of the galaxy-- aliens and humans submitting to the First Order in exchange for safety and a scrap of food.

Stormtroopers funnel the migrants toward a Weapons Detector.

We notice FINN disguised in rags among them.

FINN Checkpoint. Keep your head down.

A ROBED HUMAN nods, face hidden under dusty headwear.

A bottleneck quickly forms. The ragged aliens bark at each other in a dozen languages. A beast-like DROVIAN shoves Finn.

FINN (CONT'D) Whoa, hey. No trouble here.

The Drovian grabs Finn’s neck with a single hand and lifts him up, teeth bared.

FINN (CONT'D) Trouble. TROUBLE!

The robed human steps between them. POE DAMERON.

POE Easy, pal.

Poe pulls a dried three-eyed Peckto fish from a leather pouch beneath his robe.

EXT. KUAT WORKERS COLONY - DAY

Poe and Finn pass through the border wall to reveal a VAST MIGRANT SETTLEMENT. Modular housing painted with colorful symbols from each worker’s home world, a vibrant melting pot.

The Orbital Ring looms above, connected to the planet’s surface by a massive POWERSHAFT plunged directly into the core. It glows blue with the ship-fueling energy mined here.

Poe locks eyes with BISS KOVA, a furry alien watching from a machine shop. Biss taps his cheek.

POE That’s our guy.

Nearby, a suspicious TUSKEN, face wrapped. The Tusken eyes Finn and Poe as they follow Biss Kova inside a hut.

INT. MIGRANT HUT - DAY

A big-cheeked, hairless ALIEN BABY bounces in a hanging sea cow stomach while Biss’ partner DAL KOVA brushes an unappetizing roast with melted fat.

Rose emerges from behind a beaded curtain in the back.

ROSE You said two days, I’ve been here two weeks.

FINN This place doesn’t seem so bad.

ROSE Good people. Terrible food.

Rose rolls a canvas map onto the table.

ROSE (CONT'D) This is our access point.

She drops a holochip. It projects the Orbital Ring and the powershaft plunging from it into the moon’s core.

ROSE (CONT'D) This powershaft delivers raw ore to orbital ring. A detonation directly into the energy stream, here, will cause a chain reaction--

A blinking holographic light shoots up into the Orbital Ring, causing a series of explosions around the entire structure.

POE

--and take the whole thing down.

Finn looks up through the broken roof at the ORBITAL RING above. A dozen Star Destroyers fueling up.

FINN Along with their new fleet.

POE How do we know they haven’t detected BB-8’s signature?

The alien baby starts to CRY. Rose picks up a rattle and shakes it.

POE (CONT'D) There’s a lot we don’t know. That’s why I voted for the other plan.

FINN This is when we second guess the plan? Right now?

Rose sticks a finger into the alien baby’s mouth.

ROSE We can take out the enemy’s fuel source and be light years away before they know what hit them. But we have to move now.

Finn and Poe regard this odd moment. Rose really has been down here awhile.

POE Okay, let’s blow this thing and go home.

EXT. KUAT COLONY - DAY

Poe, Finn and Rose move past migrant workers toward the massive POWERSHAFT BASE extending to the sky.

The Tusken follows them in the deep background.

POE BB-8? Don’t worry, I’m alive. Unlock the powershaft doors and get ready with that shuttle.

INT. MAINTENANCE SHUTTLE DOCK - DAY

BB-8 rolls into the droid slot of a tiny Maintenance Shuttle, old and forgotten.

The ship POWERS UP.

EXT. KUAT COLONY - POWERSHAFT BASE - DAY

Our heroes exit through the maintance door...

...to find themselves face-to-face with a platoon of STORMTROOPERS and MECHTROOPERS.

STORMTROOPER Drop your weapons!

Migrant workers crane their necks from the village. The masked Tusken lurks among them.

Poe eyes the orbital ring, anticipating the explosion.

POE Distraction in three, two, one...now!

Poe dives, rolls, head covered...but nothing happens.

INT. KUAT ORBITAL - COMMAND CENTER - DAY

A FIRST ORDER OFFICER rushes to alert steely ADMIRAL VONN. Screen graphics show a contained blast in the powershaft.

OFFICER Blast shields have contained the explosion, Admiral. All systems stable.

Vonn looks down at the glowing Kuat moon below, scoffs.

ADMIRAL VONN Their outdated tactics are pitiful.

EXT. KUAT COLONY - POWERSHAFT BASE - DAY

Rose and Finn look up at the Orbital Ring, fully intact.

POE Any second now.

Suddenly a high-pitched WAIL spins them around.

The HOODED TUSKEN steps forward. Blades of blue light flash from its gloved hands.

It’s holding a DUAL LIGHTSABER.

The Tusken TAKES DOWN EVERYTHING IN ITS PATH, lithe and deadly with the blade.

Finn, Rose and Poe duck and FIRE AWAY until they are surrounded by bodies, blasters smoking.

The Tusken’s mask hits the ground.

It’s REY.

Not the girl we last saw. A grown woman. Powerful. Strong.

FINN What are you doing here?

Rey spins and BLOCKS A LASER BLAST we didn’t see coming. Her robes fall from her shoulders, revealing a battle-ready outfit of ALL BLACK.

REY A simple “thank you” would do.

She THROWS THE DOUBLE-BLADE LIKE A BOOMERANG, ducks behind a power regulator as the spinning saber slices all in its path, then rises in time to CATCH IT.

This is a new weapon of her own design, made from the pieces of Anakin’s broken lightsaber and her own staff. She wields it with grace.

Poe ducks behind a generator, yells through lasers at Rey.

POE You shouldn’t have come here.

REY You’d rather be killed?

POE If it means you’re safe, yeah.

There’s something more behind those words.

REY Now’s not the time.

POE Definitely not the time.

EXT. POWERSHAFT CORE - DAY

Rey, Poe, Finn and Rose race toward a MAINTENANCE TURBOLIFT that runs the length of the powershaft to the ring above.

POE (into comm link) BB-8 we’re coming up to you! Plan’s gone sideways.

EXT. SPACE

BB-8 has already left the Orbital Ring in the shuttle, on his way down to their rendezvous point on the planet’s surface, per the plan. He BEEPS incredulously.

EXT. POWERSHAFT CORE - DAY

Poe looks up at the ring above.

POE We’re gonna need another ship.

His eyes settle on THE ECLIPSE, a colossal star destroyer docked just above them, an ivory pirate ship in space.

REY You’re not serious.

FINN That’s a Eclipse Class Dreadnaught. You can’t fly--

POE I can fly anything.

Rose hacks into the turbolift. The glass door opens.

ROSE We’re in.

INT. TURBOLIFT - DAY

The door SLIDES SHUT, cutting off the sound.

ROSE Clench. Everything.

The turbolift capsule ROCKETS UP INTO THE TUBE, traveling from the planet’s surface to the Orbital Ring in seconds.

INT. KUAT ORBITAL RING - FUELING DOCK

The Turbolift door opens to find the stern of the Eclipse Dreadnaught right in front of them, miles wide.

Thick fuel lines attach to the propulsion engines. GLIDE ROVERS shuttle supplies to the ship.

REY You sure about this?

POE Nope.

ROSE We had better odds on Raxus Prime.

FINN That was not my fault, you need to let Raxus Prime go.

They hop into a Glide Rover and SPEED OFF.

INT. OBSERVATION TOWER - DAY

Admiral Vonn watches the Glide Rover race toward the Eclipse.

ADMIRAL VONN Where are they going?

The Glide Rover disappears inside the docked destroyer. Admiral Vonn cracks slightly as their plan dawns on him.

ADMIRAL VONN (CONT'D) They can’t possibly.

Admiral Vonn leans over a FIRST ORDER TECH.

ADMIRAL VONN (CONT'D) How many men on that ship?

FIRST ORDER TECH Just the bridge crew, sir. The rest are on dock leave.

INT. ECLIPSE DESTROYER - BRIDGE

A massive navigational bridge dense with FIRST ORDER CREW.

A laser blast spins them around. Rose cocks her heavy weapon. Finn seals the door.

ROSE

Shields up. Setting calculations for lightspeed.

POE Let’s go!

ROSE Don’t rush me. I mess this up and we’ll fly right into the sun.

Finn taps a screen in front of him. The ship’s EXTERIOR LIGHTS click on.

FINN I found the lights. I turned on the lights!

One of the Crewmen SNAPS OUT OF HIS MIND TRICK, eyes Finn.

CREWMAN Who are you--

WHACK! Finn knocks him out cold.

FINN Let’s get somewhere else fast!

POE Working on it...

Poe eases his hands into the steering rig.

POE (CONT'D) Who uses an inverted control yoke?

EXT. KUAT ORBITAL - SPACE

The Eclipse roughly disengages and SCRAPES ITS WAY OUT. Fuel conduits unhinge and SPIT BLUE ENERGY, slicing through the dock’s infrastructure.

The ship’s exterior lights blink on and off in patch grids.

Heavy cannons FIRE on the Eclipse’s shields.

INT. ECLIPSE DESTROYER - BRIDGE - SPACE

Poe leans back, the craft dips DOWN.

REY

The black empty part is where we should be pointed!

POE I’m trying! Everything’s backwards!

Finn looks out the window at the planet rising into view as they tilt further down.

FINN (mocking) “I can fly anything.”

Poe gains control of the craft’s trajectory but not its axis. They are INVERTING. The planet ROLLS from the bottom of the massive front window to the top.

REY Okay, we’re rolling now.

POE Do we have the droid?

EXT. SPACE

BB-8’s Maintenance craft is HIT, burning, engineless, fifty feet from the dock. He’ll never make it.

REY (ON COMM) BB-8 now!

BB-8 has to act.

He EJECTS HIMSELF from the droid socket, floats fifty feet through cold empty space, passes through the oxygen shield and LANDS INSIDE THE HANGAR with a clank.

INT. ECLIPSE DESTROYER - BRIDGE - DAY

BB-8 BEEPS affirmative on the commlink.

REY We got him!

Rose’s console flashes.

ROSE Good for lightspeed!

Rey leans past Poe and SHOVES the hyperdrive helve forward. Bars of light STRETCH OUT BEFORE THEM.

EXT. CORUSCANT - IMPERIAL BOULEVARD - DAY

The Security Craft lands on a broad avenue rife with despair. Immigrants from a thousand systems, all seeking a better future for their children.

The Cruiser unloads a squad of eight Stormtroopers on hovering NIGHTSISTER SPEEDERBIKES. They disappear down long alleys, spreading out into the populace.

One buzzes past a dirty propaganda billboard with the familiar First Order symbol and a message: JOIN TODAY. Someone has painted DON’T above the JOIN.

A street kid, DADE, 12, eyes a pair of patrolling Stormtroopers as they rough up a limbless alien.

He picks up a piece of broken cement, aims, throws. It hits the Trooper in the head. Both spin, blasters up. But the kid is long gone.

A BANTHA HORN sounds on high.

Dade races through plumes of smoke, past buildings with shocks of Old Republic-era technology, revealing...

EXT. MONUMENT SQUARE - DAY

A massive open plaza connected by a web of boulevards. The FIRST ORDER CAPITOL towers over it, a jagged structure balancing on the surface like a spinning top.

Thousands are gathered here. All eyes are on a dais where CAPITOL GUARDS hold a ragged, hooded figure before the crowd.

The people look to the sky at a HOLOGRAM OF CHANCELLOR HUX, four stories tall. Dade weaves closer.

CHANCELLOR HUX (HOLOGRAM) Today, another conspirator stands charged with treason.

The Guards remove the conspirator’s hood, revealing BISS KOVA, our alien on the ground from the Kuat Colony.

CHANCELLOR HUX (HOLOGRAM) (CONT'D) Though support for his cause has all but vanished, let this day remind us of the consequences for defying our Supreme Leader.

The Capitol Guards lead Biss Kova to a guillotine with a hissing LIGHTBLADE poised above. He stares silently ahead.

CHANCELLOR HUX (HOLOGRAM) (CONT'D)

Kylo Ren is not without pity, just as the traitor before you is not without remorse. And so he offers to spare this man’s life in exchange for the location of the Resistance Base.

Biss Kova remains defiant. Hux’s hologram grows irritated.

BISS KOVA Kofa rebiva tora famlia...

CHANCELLOR HUX (HOLOGRAM) So be it.

Biss Kova is placed in the lightblade guillotine.

BISS KOVA Kofa rebiva tora famlia... Kofa rebiva tora famila...

A woman in the crowd covers Dade’s eyes. He peels her fingers away, an anger burning within.

The lightblade FALLS.

INT. CAPITOL CORRIDOR - DAY

CHANCELLOR HUX, hair streaked with gray, looks down at the thousands gathered in Monument Square.

The people are a distant blur from here.

Bootheels click, revealing COMMANDER SELLIK, Hux’s second in military command.

COMMANDER SELLIK Sir? They’re here.

INT. CAPITOL WAR ROOM - DAY

A clawed hand reaches into a silver tureen of BABY SHAAKS, huddling together for warmth. We follow the squealing animal into the mouth of LORD GHERLID, an alien with razor teeth.

He sits at a table of GALACTIC WARLORDS--tribal, wealthy, coated in elaborate robes and stolen jewels.

Chancellor Hux speaks to them, nostrils flared at the smell.