INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- MAIN HOLD AREA
Leia finishes welding the valves she has been working on
and attempts to reengage the system by pulling a lever
attached to the valve. It doesn't budge. Han notices her
struggle, and moves to help her. She rebuffs him.
HAN: Hey, Your Worship, I'm only trying to help.
LEIA: (still struggling) Would you please stop calling me that?
Han hears a new tone in her voice. He watches her pull on
the lever.
HAN: Sure, Leia.
LEIA: Oh, you make it so difficult sometimes.
HAN: I do, I really do. You could be a little nicer, though. (he
watches her reaction) Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I'm all
right.
She lets go of the lever and rubs her sore hand.
LEIA: Occasionally (a little smile, haltingly) maybe...when you aren't
acting like a scoundrel.
HAN: (laughs) Scoundrel? Scoundrel? I like the sound of that.
With that, Han takes her hand and starts to massage it.
LEIA: Stop that.
HAN: Stop what?
Leia is flushes, confused.
LEIA: Stop that! My hands are dirty.
HAN: My hands are dirty, too. What are you afraid of?
LEIA: (looking right into his eyes) Afraid?
Han looks at her with a piercing look. He's never looked
more handsome, more dashing, more confident. He reaches out
slowly and takes Leia's hand again from where it is resting
on a console. He draws it toward him.
HAN: You're trembling.
LEIA: I'm not trembling.
Then with an irresistible combination of physical strength
and emotional power, the space pirate begins to draw Leia
toward him...very slowly.
HAN: You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough
scoundrels in your life.
Leia is now very close to Han and as she speaks, her voice
becomes an excited whisper, a tone completely in opposition to
her words.
LEIA: I happen to like nice men.
HAN: I'm a nice man.
LEIA: No, you're not. You're...
He kisses her now, with slow, hot lips. He takes his time,
as though he had forever, bending her body backward. She has
never been kissed like this before, and it almost makes her
faint. When he stops, she regains her breath and tries to work
up some indignation, but finds it hard to talk.