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ANNOUNCER: The Clone War threatens the unity of the Republic.

As battles rage across the galaxy,

more worlds succumb to the seductive lure of the Separatists

and leave the Republic.

On a vital mission of peace,

Senator Padmé Amidala journeys to the Outer Rim world of Rodia,

desperate to ensure its loyalty remains to the Republic.

Senator Amidala, I just received word

that you have ventured through enemy territory

into the Outer Rim.

Senator Farr requested me personally, Chancellor.

His planet is in crisis. His people are starving.

He's a very old family friend. I could not refuse his plea for help.

I understand.

But in these dangerous times,

you should be accompanied by a clone escort.

This is a mission of peace. I put my faith in diplomacy.

We can't solve all of our problems by throwing troops at them.

Yousa no needing to worry, Chancellor. As resempative of...

Jar Jar, look out!

(SHOUTS)

-What is happening? -May I recommend

that only those who are qualified for these delicate peace talks

participate in them?

I will follow your advice, Chancellor. Thank you.

Looky! Looky! This a swamp planet just like home!

Mesa hot to get going!

Jar Jar, you would be doing me a great favor

by staying with the ship.

Mesa knowing mesa be big help with the negotiations.

I need you to watch over Threepio.

You know how he always gets himself into trouble.

Trouble? Me? Really?

-I won't be long. -Mesa understands, my lady.

His Excellency, Ah-Twa.

(PADMÉ SPEAKING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKS IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(EXCLAIMS)

I've missed you so much.

I was afraid you might not come. We are such a small and humble system.

Uncle Ono, you are very important to me.

We've been friends since I was a little girl

when you were my father's strongest ally in the Senate.

Rodia is very important to the Republic, and of course I'd come to help you.

You speak of friendship I have not witnessed of late.

Where was the Republic when our supply ships were destroyed by pirates?

Where was the Republic as my people starved?

We have been stranded out here without any help at all.

I know it is not your fault, but my people starve all the same.

I'm sure the Republic Senate will approve a relief effort.

The vote was postponed, but you will get your food.

I am sorry, it is too late, my sweet.

The Separatist leader, Nute Gunray, has promised to support us

with a very generous relief effort.

(SIGHS)

(MUTTERS IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

He is giving us food, ships and protection.

Nute Gunray cannot be trusted!

He will bring war to your system, just as he did to mine many years ago.

I am afraid I have already done what I must for my people.

Viceroy. I should have known.

You won't get away this time, Senator.

Your friend made a deal with me, and you are part of it.

Threepio! Come in, Threepio!

Stop her!

(PADMÉ GROANS)

No one can help you now.

I'm so sorry, my sweet. I had no choice.

There's always a choice! To live in fear is no life at all.

-Take her away. -Please! Uncle Ono! Don't do this!

You have made a wise decision, Senator.

I will be there within the hour to bring food for your people

and collect my prize.

(CHATTERING ANGRILY)

C-3PO: How rude!

I'm afraid the local swamp life doesn't have a very high opinion of us.

-Whaten they speaking? -I couldn't possibly repeat it.

Thesa swamp-dwellers just like mesa.

I will convince them of our good fellowship.

Do be careful, Jar Jar.

I don't think they're quite like your friends on Naboo.

(TREES GRUNTING)

(IMITATING WILD ANIMALS)

(TREES GRUNTING DISDAINFULLY)

-Mesa made contact! -Oh, dear.

(IMITATING WILD ANIMALS)

(TREES GRUNTING)

Oh!

I don't think that requires translation.

(TREES SNIGGERING)

Thisen is a different swamp altogether. Sorry.

-Oh, my stars! Battle droids! -Wesa in trouble now!

Stop where you are!

Wait for me!

Uh-oh!

(JAR JAR EXCLAIMS)

Jar Jar, you great webfoot, you're squashing my circuits!

DROID: Blast them!

Wait! Where are you going?

(JAR JAR EXCLAIMS)

-Oh, no, I'll be crushed for sure! -Hang on, Threeso!

It's Threepio!

Oops!

That was close.

What are you doing? Get me down at once!

(C-3PO EXCLAIMING)

It's not too late. Uncle Ono, you can stop this madness.

Keep moving, prisoner.

Look out, Jar Jar! A crab droid is headed right for you!

-Headed for mesa? -Yes, yousa!

No, Jar Jar, go to your left! Behind you!

(EXCLAIMING)

Watch out!

I can't bear to watch.

(JAR JAR SCREAMING)

Jar Jar!

Oh, no! Jar Jar's been killed! I knew something like this would happen.

What a horrible way to die. And it's all my fault. He was so brave.

Now he's gone forever.

-Mesa okay. -Jar Jar, you're alive!

Mesa okay, Threeso! Mesa okay!

Well, if you've finished messing around, I need help!

(CLANKING)

C-3PO: Ouch!

Jar Jar, kindly don't do that.

But mesa saved you.

(WHIRRING)

Oh, dear.

Well, that's the end of our ship. Typical.

-Are those chains necessary? -Welcome to the Separatist way, Senator.

Viceroy Gunray's orders.

I hope it's worth it to you.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Thissa one big mess! Wesa going nowhere!

Perhaps we should try to contact the clone troopers.

Oh, looky! Here's a button that's still working.

-What did you break now? -Mesa doing nothing!

Thatsa looking like a Jedi robe.

Whosa you supposing this belongs to?

I wouldn't know.

But our only hope is to hide in this closet until Mistress Padmé returns.

If those droids attacking us, Padmé's probably in trouble!

My lady gave us very specific instructions to remain here.

Oh, fiddlesticks! We musta having try and saving her.

Jar Jar Binks, have you gone completely mad?

You'll do more harm than good!

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Good. I shall meet the Viceroy when he lands.

What about Senator Amidala's companions?

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

If there are no signs of her friends, they must have fled into the jungle.

Yes, this is perfect. I want no sign of trouble.

Our people need those supplies.

-Wait! Mesa eyeballs stuck in the sleeve. -Just look at you.

JAR JAR: Something's wrongo here!

The battle droids will surely capture you. Or worse, me.

Not with thissa on!

-Theysa won't be recognizing me. -You can't be serious!

Come on, Threeso! We can do it!

I have a very bad feeling about this.

The citizens of Rodia welcome you, Viceroy.

-Where is Senator Amidala? -Awaiting your arrival, as promised.

Excellent. I do not wish to keep her waiting. Shall we go?

FARR: We are holding the Senator in the detention tower.

I hope it is not too painful for her.

She'sa up in that tower? Wesa gotta rescuing her!

And how, precisely, do you propose to do that?

DROID: Look! A Jedi! C-3PO: We're doomed!

-A Jedi? -Jedi? Where'sa Jedi?

-I do believe they mean you. -Mesa not a Jedi!

-Kill the Jedi! -Don't shoot! We surrender! We surrender!

(SCREAMS) Forget surrender! Wesa run!

Jar Jar!

-Is he dead? -The Jedi got away.

He slipped through this grate and went underwater.

Sound the alarm! Find that Jedi!

I can see you're busy, so I'll just be going now.

And take that Republic droid scum to the dismantling center!

Dismantling center? Wait! Wait, I'm innocent! I'm innocent, I tell you!

(GROWLING)

(JAR JAR SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

Let's find that Jedi.

-Roger, roger. -Roger, roger.

Take me to Senator Amidala at once!

There'sa bad boogie-monster down there, you betcha.

Don't be fearing, Padmé. Mesa coming.

(BEEPING)

Better watch out. There's a Jedi on the loose.

BOTH: Uh-oh.

You know you will soon be destroyed.

I can't tell you how many times I've seen battle droids sliced in half by a lone Jedi.

DROID: Quiet, you. All right, cut the chatter.

I want you troops to go outside and secure the perimeter.

PADMÉ: You made it! I'm rescued at last!

Hurry, before the battle droids figure out what's happening!

Quiet in there!

PADMÉ: Thank you! Let's get out of here, Master Jedi!

Jedi?

There's no Jedi in here.

Wait! There's no prisoner in here!

How did she do that?

(DROID SHOUTING)

Where's the alarm button?

(GROANS)

I am a protocol droid, fluent in over six million forms of...

DROID: Quiet.

-Threepio! -Mistress Padmé!

Oh! Thank the Maker you're safe! Have you...

-Where's Jar Jar? -Well, I'm afraid he went to rescue you.

Hmm.

-What about the Jedi? -There is no Jedi.

It appears the battle droids have mistaken Jar Jar for one.

That's not good.

(GRUNTING) Hang on, my lady.

This is our chance to capture Viceroy Gunray,

but I need you to stay calm.

Go back to the ship and call for help.

I regret the transmitters on the ship are out of order.

-What? -The ship has been destroyed.

-Battle droids? -No.

-Jar Jar? -Jar Jar.

All right, then find a communications room

and send out a distress signal.

Hopefully there are some clone ships within range.

I'll track down Jar Jar.

Viceroy Gunray, when can we expect the supplies to arrive?

-My people are starving. -They haven't arrived yet? I'm sorry.

Your request will be taken into consideration

after Senator Amidala's execution.

Execution? You can't!

She's a prisoner of war. We were promised!

You are under my protection now! And you will do what I demand of you.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Padmé was right.

I have made a grave mistake joining with the Separatists.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

I know, I know.

We must appease Viceroy Gunray so he does not destroy us all.

Be on alert for that Jedi. He is our only hope.

Bring Senator Amidala before me.

Um... She caused a great deal of damage to our droids,

and she escaped, sir.

-Escaped? -It's the Jedi!

-Sir! -Shoot him!

(JAR JAR EXCLAIMING)

(SCREAMING)

Thissa rescuing is hard jobbing.

(EXCLAIMS)

PADMÉ: Jar Jar!

Capture her!

(FIRING CONTINUES)

(BEEPING)

(GRENADES BEEPING)

(RUMBLING)

Oh, dear.

Uh...

The Jedi has been spotted in the South Hall.

-Let's move! -Roger, roger.

I think that was rather clever.

Sir! Over there! The Jedi is escaping!

Not likely.

(FIRING)

(ROARING)

Freeze! Surrender!

Where did she go?

What the...

(DROID EXCLAIMS)

Jar Jar. No.

Senator Amidala!

So good to see you at last.

Hello? I say, is anyone there?

Why is there never an R2 unit when you need one?

This is a restricted frequency! Who is this?

-I am C-3PO, human-cyborg... -No droids!

This code is for military use only!

This is a priority message from Senator Amidala on Rodia!

-We require immediate assistance... -Hold it.

(STAMMERING) Oh, dear.

-You're under arrest! -So, you didn't find the Jedi, then?

DROID: You got him, boss.

Too bad you can't take out that slug monster.

(ROARING)

Yousa okay, bogey? Yousa saved me! Yousa my new pallo.

(CREATURE SIGHS)

Mistress Padmé! Were you able to find Jar Jar?

I think Jar Jar's dead, Threepio.

Not again! Poor Jar Jar. He was always such a misfit.

(CLATTERING)

I want to make sure this time.

Don't do this, Viceroy. I beg you, do not kill her.

-There must be another way! -Silence!

I say, I think there has been some horrible mistake.

-I am a protocol droid on a diplomatic... -Ready!

Aim!

(GUNS COCKING)

It's the Jedi!

-It's the... -Jedi.

-Release the Senator! -That Jedi is going to attack.

Shoot him! Shoot them all!

(SCREAMING)

Whoa!

That Jedi has summoned a monster!

(FIRING)

(GRUNTING)

We have to get out of here!

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

I made a very good friend.

Hold it right there, Viceroy.

At last, we can finish this.

Onaconda, it is about time! Blast that Jedi! And shoot her!

Uncle Ono, I think it's time to tell the viceroy about our little secret.

How you never meant to leave the Republic,

and how you truly care what's best for your people.

-What is she talking about? -Sorry, Viceroy, she is right.

I am with the Republic. And you are under arrest.

You will pay for this treachery!

Viceroy, you are going to spend the rest of the war in a cell.

Your victory will be fleeting, senators.

Those are Republic warships! The clones have arrived!

We got your message, General. What are your orders?

-My message got through. -GREE: Take this Separatist scum away.

Master Bombad, on behalf of the people of Rodia, I thank you.

You are either the bravest or the most foolish Jedi I have ever met.

I'm just a Gungan. And I don't think I'm either.

Well, I think you're a little bit of both.

Senator Amidala has brought your people’s needs to my attention,

and I have already sent a convoy of supply ships to your system.

Thank you, Chancellor.

The capture of Viceroy Gunray is a major victory for the Republic.

All of you should be commended for your courage

and, from what I hear, especially you, Representative Binks.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, it'sa nothing.

Can you ever forgive me, Padmé?

It is the Republic that should be asking your forgiveness, my old friend.

Far too often we forget that our most important allies

are not always the most powerful.

(ROARING)

English - SDH