Jargo
04-20-2002, 01:01 PM
Iwas just reading through the first drafts of ANH and came up with this nugget of info. I was looking for a scene showing the Emperor addressing the troops and found the name of Cliegg Whitsun attached to a young rebel. So obviously this lends credence to the drafts I have being real Lucas drafts. I post the section here now for your delictation....
From the rough draft [first of four major screenplay drafts]
Lucasfilm Ltd. 5/74
8. REVIEW STAND - PLAZA OF THE DADERS - ALDERAAN
On a huge, austere platform stands the dark COS DA****, Lord of
Alderaan, Consul to the Supreme Tribunal, and ruler of the
Galactic Empire. He is a thin, grey looking man, with an evil
mustache which hangs limply over his insipid lip. Standing at
rigid attention on his right are several generals, dressed in
the black and grey uniform of the realm. Five members of the
Supreme Tribunal sit off to the side. On the emperor's left
stands CRISPIN HOEDAACK, newly appointed Governor of the Aquilaean
Systems, a young, treacherous man with stone-cut, angular
features and piercing grey eyes.
They all gaze skyward, as the four gleaming stardestroyers scream
low overhead in an impressive barrel-roll formation. As the
sound of the spacecraft resonates throughout the glass canyon of
the Plaza, the group of dignitaries return their attention to the
parade of Imperial shock troops, and giant air tanks (which ride
magically two to three feet above the ground).
The Plaza of the Dader is filled with a hundred rows of troops
as the last brigade marches into position. The sound of a
thousand men snapping to attention is followed by a strange
silence. A light wind blows the great red banner of the Empire,
creating a subtle flapping sound. The emperor's amplified voice
startles many of the troops as it cuts through the quiet.
EMPEROR
Upon this battle depends the survival of the
Galactic Empire. Upon this battle depends the life
and long continuity of our civilization. Not since
the great Jedi Rebellion has our destiny been
placed in such a balance. This is to be the most
magnificent campaign of all! You have never been
called without doing something to be remembered,
something notable and striking. The conquering of
the Aquilaean System, the last of the independent
Systems, and the last refuge of the outlawed, vile
sect of the Jedi, will have such important and
lasting consequences, that I can't but consider
it as an epoch in history.
To the rear of the Plaza, watching the spectacle over the
shoulder of a curious bureaucrat, stands CLIEG WHITSUN, a tall,
blond young man about twenty years old. He seems interested
in what the emperor has to say, but keeps looking around ner-
vously as if someone were after him. His arm rests across his
head, as he carefully but coolly adjusts a glowing blue ring
on his index finger. The emperor nears the end of his speech.
Crispin Hoedaack has moved up to stand next to the sinister
monarch. The troops shout an Imperial salute in response to a
particularly partisan statement.
EMPEROR (Con't)
... I have personally asked the Aquilaeans to
accept this Treaty of Alliance. During the
long period of negotiation, they have only
decided to be undecided. We will barter no
longer. Governor Hoedaack has been appointed
the First Lord of the Aquilaean System and Sur-
rounding Territories. This is the last frontier
and the final stone in the great wall of the
Galactic Empire.
The troops cheer, and the emperor escorts Hoedaack inside.
Whitsun moves quickly away from the Plaza, passing through
several check stations, where he is forced to show his
identification.
9. NIGHT CLUB - ALDERAAN
Whitsun walks into the glass and chrome splendor of one of the
famous nightclubs of Alderaan. He moves to the long mirrored
bar, and sits next to a rough-looking man, BAIL ANTILLES,
dressed in the distinctive gold and furs of the Galactic traders.
WHITSUN
Your glass is empty.
Whitsun speaks into a small intercom on the bar front.
WHITSUN (Con't)
A dantic and...
He looks in Antilles' glass.
ANTILLES
No thanks, Whitsun. I've had enough.
WHITSUN
Just a dantic then. Bail, it's not like you
to refuse a drink. You're going to give
Galactic traders a bad name.
A drink appears magically from a small elevator in the bar.
Whitsun takes it, and then places a pen-like transmitter he
has taken from his pocket, next to the intercom. It creates
a low electronic buzz.
10. BAR OBSERVATION CENTER - ALDERAAN
A controller sitting in front of a row of monitors taps his
headphones, then flips a switch back and forth a couple of
times. He is obviously annoyed.
CONTROLLER
Number eighteen is out again. Give me a
maintenance check.
The controller yawns and puts his feet up on the control panel.
11. NIGHTCLUB - ALDERAAN
Whitsun leans in close to Antilles. He is suddenly very serious.
ANTILLES
Whitsun, we've got problems. They've just
grounded all spacecraft, including trade
frigates. Even the ships under Imperial
registry can't move. Something big is up.
WHITSUN
I'm afraid they're not waiting for the Allience
Treaty. They're already moving against the
System. I've got to get word back.
ANTILLES
The chrome companies are protesting the embargo,
but it's going to take some time.
WHITSUN
Isn't anything moving?
ANTILLES
Military ships, but...
They are interrupted by an Imperial officer, and several storm
troopers. The officer shouts over the P.A. system, as the
troops rush to block the exits. Whitsun and the Galactic trader
are tense, but remain cool.
OFFICER
Attention: all Captains and First Officers of
Guild Trade frigates will accompany me to the
Ministry of Transport immediately.
Antilles gives Whitsun a hopeless look as the troops check
their papers, and then take Antilles away. A small fight
breaks out in the back of the nightclub as one of the trader
captains expresses his dislike of the Empire. Whitsun slams
his glass to the bar in a gesture of hate and frustration.
What do you think of that eh? Good detective work even if it was accidental. I'll hunt for some more nuggets later tonight and post them here if I find any. ;)
From the rough draft [first of four major screenplay drafts]
Lucasfilm Ltd. 5/74
8. REVIEW STAND - PLAZA OF THE DADERS - ALDERAAN
On a huge, austere platform stands the dark COS DA****, Lord of
Alderaan, Consul to the Supreme Tribunal, and ruler of the
Galactic Empire. He is a thin, grey looking man, with an evil
mustache which hangs limply over his insipid lip. Standing at
rigid attention on his right are several generals, dressed in
the black and grey uniform of the realm. Five members of the
Supreme Tribunal sit off to the side. On the emperor's left
stands CRISPIN HOEDAACK, newly appointed Governor of the Aquilaean
Systems, a young, treacherous man with stone-cut, angular
features and piercing grey eyes.
They all gaze skyward, as the four gleaming stardestroyers scream
low overhead in an impressive barrel-roll formation. As the
sound of the spacecraft resonates throughout the glass canyon of
the Plaza, the group of dignitaries return their attention to the
parade of Imperial shock troops, and giant air tanks (which ride
magically two to three feet above the ground).
The Plaza of the Dader is filled with a hundred rows of troops
as the last brigade marches into position. The sound of a
thousand men snapping to attention is followed by a strange
silence. A light wind blows the great red banner of the Empire,
creating a subtle flapping sound. The emperor's amplified voice
startles many of the troops as it cuts through the quiet.
EMPEROR
Upon this battle depends the survival of the
Galactic Empire. Upon this battle depends the life
and long continuity of our civilization. Not since
the great Jedi Rebellion has our destiny been
placed in such a balance. This is to be the most
magnificent campaign of all! You have never been
called without doing something to be remembered,
something notable and striking. The conquering of
the Aquilaean System, the last of the independent
Systems, and the last refuge of the outlawed, vile
sect of the Jedi, will have such important and
lasting consequences, that I can't but consider
it as an epoch in history.
To the rear of the Plaza, watching the spectacle over the
shoulder of a curious bureaucrat, stands CLIEG WHITSUN, a tall,
blond young man about twenty years old. He seems interested
in what the emperor has to say, but keeps looking around ner-
vously as if someone were after him. His arm rests across his
head, as he carefully but coolly adjusts a glowing blue ring
on his index finger. The emperor nears the end of his speech.
Crispin Hoedaack has moved up to stand next to the sinister
monarch. The troops shout an Imperial salute in response to a
particularly partisan statement.
EMPEROR (Con't)
... I have personally asked the Aquilaeans to
accept this Treaty of Alliance. During the
long period of negotiation, they have only
decided to be undecided. We will barter no
longer. Governor Hoedaack has been appointed
the First Lord of the Aquilaean System and Sur-
rounding Territories. This is the last frontier
and the final stone in the great wall of the
Galactic Empire.
The troops cheer, and the emperor escorts Hoedaack inside.
Whitsun moves quickly away from the Plaza, passing through
several check stations, where he is forced to show his
identification.
9. NIGHT CLUB - ALDERAAN
Whitsun walks into the glass and chrome splendor of one of the
famous nightclubs of Alderaan. He moves to the long mirrored
bar, and sits next to a rough-looking man, BAIL ANTILLES,
dressed in the distinctive gold and furs of the Galactic traders.
WHITSUN
Your glass is empty.
Whitsun speaks into a small intercom on the bar front.
WHITSUN (Con't)
A dantic and...
He looks in Antilles' glass.
ANTILLES
No thanks, Whitsun. I've had enough.
WHITSUN
Just a dantic then. Bail, it's not like you
to refuse a drink. You're going to give
Galactic traders a bad name.
A drink appears magically from a small elevator in the bar.
Whitsun takes it, and then places a pen-like transmitter he
has taken from his pocket, next to the intercom. It creates
a low electronic buzz.
10. BAR OBSERVATION CENTER - ALDERAAN
A controller sitting in front of a row of monitors taps his
headphones, then flips a switch back and forth a couple of
times. He is obviously annoyed.
CONTROLLER
Number eighteen is out again. Give me a
maintenance check.
The controller yawns and puts his feet up on the control panel.
11. NIGHTCLUB - ALDERAAN
Whitsun leans in close to Antilles. He is suddenly very serious.
ANTILLES
Whitsun, we've got problems. They've just
grounded all spacecraft, including trade
frigates. Even the ships under Imperial
registry can't move. Something big is up.
WHITSUN
I'm afraid they're not waiting for the Allience
Treaty. They're already moving against the
System. I've got to get word back.
ANTILLES
The chrome companies are protesting the embargo,
but it's going to take some time.
WHITSUN
Isn't anything moving?
ANTILLES
Military ships, but...
They are interrupted by an Imperial officer, and several storm
troopers. The officer shouts over the P.A. system, as the
troops rush to block the exits. Whitsun and the Galactic trader
are tense, but remain cool.
OFFICER
Attention: all Captains and First Officers of
Guild Trade frigates will accompany me to the
Ministry of Transport immediately.
Antilles gives Whitsun a hopeless look as the troops check
their papers, and then take Antilles away. A small fight
breaks out in the back of the nightclub as one of the trader
captains expresses his dislike of the Empire. Whitsun slams
his glass to the bar in a gesture of hate and frustration.
What do you think of that eh? Good detective work even if it was accidental. I'll hunt for some more nuggets later tonight and post them here if I find any. ;)