EXTERIOR: NABOO LAKE RETREAT, LODGE, GARDEN TERRACE - LATE
AFTERNOON
ANAKIN and PADMÉ walk up the stairs from where the water
speeder is parked onto a terrace overlooking a lovely
garden. Behind them, PADDY ACCU follows.
ANAKIN and PADMÉ stop at the balustrade. PADMÉ looks out
across the garden to the shimmering lake and the mountains
rising beyond. ANAKIN looks at her.
PADMÉ: When I was in Level Three, we used to come here for
school retreat. See that island? We used to swim there
every day. I love the water.
ANAKIN: I do too. I guess it comes from growing up on a
desert planet.
PADMÉ becomes aware that ANAKIN is looking at her.
PADMÉ: ...We used to lie on the sand and let the sun dry
us... and try to guess the names of the birds singing.
ANAKIN: I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and
irritating, and it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here
everything's soft... and smooth...
He touches her arm. PADMÉ has become receptive to the way
he looks at her but is nervous.
PADMÉ: There was a very old man who lived on the island. He
used to make glass out of sand - and vases and necklaces
out of the glass. They were magical.
ANAKIN: (looks into her eyes) Everything here is magical.
PADMÉ: You could look into the glass and see the water. The
way it ripples and moves. It looked so real... but it
wasn't.
ANAKIN: Sometimes, when you believe something to be real,
it becomes real.
They look into each other's eyes.
PADMÉ: I used to think if you looked too deeply into glass,
you would lose yourself.
ANAKIN: I think it's true...
ANAKIN kisses PADMÉ. She doesn't resist. She comes to her
senses and pulls away.
PADMÉ: No, I shouldn't have done that.
ANAKIN: I'm sorry. When I'm around you, my mind is no
longer my own.
He looks at her.
EXTERIOR: NABOO, MOUNTAIN MEADOW - LATE AFTERNOON
PADMÉ and ANAKIN are in the middle of an idyllic hilly
meadow, its lush grasses sprinkled with flowers. At a
distance, a herd of SHAAKS graze contentedly.
Beyond is the shimmering expanse of the lake. Several other
lakes stretch to the horizon. The warm air is full of
little floating puffballs. They sit on the grass, in a
playful, coy mood, talking. PADMÉ is picking flowers.
PADMÉ: I don't know...
ANAKIN: Sure you do... you just don't want to tell me.
PADMÉ: Are you going to use one of your Jedi mind tricks on
me?
ANAKIN: They only work on the weak-minded. You are anything
but weak-minded.
PADMÉ: All right... I was twelve. His name was Palo. We
were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few
years older then I... very cute... dark curly hair...
dreamy eyes.
ANAKIN: All right, I get the picture... whatever happened
to him?
PADMÉ: I went into public service. He went on to become an
artist.
ANAKIN: Maybe he was the smart one.
PADMÉ: You really don't like politicians, do you?
ANAKIN: I like two or three, but I'm not really sure about
one of them. (smiling) I don't think the system works.
PADMÉ: How would you have it work?
ANAKIN: We need a system where the politicians sit down and
discuss the problem, agree what's in the best interests of
all the people, and then do it.
PADMÉ: That is exactly what we do. The trouble is that
people don't always agree. In fact, they hardly ever do.
ANAKIN: Then they should be made to.
PADMÉ: By whom? Who's going to make them?
ANAKIN: I don't know. Someone.
PADMÉ: You?
ANAKIN: Of course not me.
PADMÉ: But someone.
ANAKIN: Someone wise.
PADMÉ: That sounds an awful lot like a dictatorship to me.
A mischievous little grin creeps across his face.
ANAKIN: Well, if it works...
PADMÉ stares at ANAKIN. He looks back at her, straight
faced, but can't hold back a smile.
PADMÉ: You're making fun of me!
ANAKIN: (sarcastic) Oh no, I'd be much too frightened to
tease a Senator.
PADMÉ: You're so bad!
PADMÉ picks up a piece of fruit and throws it at him. He
catches it. PADMÉ throws two more pieces of fruit, and
ANAKIN catches them.
ANAKIN: You're always so serious.
PADMÉ: I'm so serious?!
ANAKIN then starts to juggle the fruit. PADMÉ laughs and
throws more fruit at him. He manages to juggle them too
until there are too many, and he loses control and ducks,
letting food fall on his head. They both laugh.
ANAKIN stands in front of a SHAAK, yelling at it and waving
his arms. PADMÉ starts laughing as ANAKIN runs in circles,
chased by the SHAAK.
INTERIOR: GEONOSIS, TUNNEL TO EXECUTION ARENA - DAY
In the gloomy tunnel, ANAKIN and PADMÉ are tossed into an
open cart. The murmur of a vast crowd is heard offscreen.
GUARDS extend their arms along the framework and tie them
so that they stand facing each other.
The DRIVER gets up onto his seat.
ANAKIN: Don't be afraid.
PADMÉ: I'm not afraid to die. I've been dying a little bit
each day since you came back into my life.
ANAKIN: What are you talking about?
PADMÉ: I love you.
ANAKIN: You love me?! I thought we decided not to fall in
love. That we would be forced to live a lie. That it would
destroy our lives...
PADMÉ: I think our lives are about to be destroyed anyway.
My love for you is a puzzle, Annie, for which I have no
answers. I can't control it... and now I don't care. I
truly, deeply love you, and before we die I want you to
know.
PADMÉ leans toward ANAKIN. By straining hard, it is just
possible for their lips to meet. They kiss.
By Miss Naboo
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