He turns, just in time to see his Tauntaun stagger and then fall over into the snow. Then, with a final groan, the Tauntaun expires.
He drags Luke's inert form towards the dead beast.
HAN: Not much time.
LUKE (moaning): Ben... Ben...
Han searches for Luke's saber and ignites it. He slices open the beast's belly.
HAN: Hang on, kid.
LUKE: Dagobah system...
HAN (reeling from the odor): Whew...
The beast's steaming innards spill into the snow.
HAN: This may smell bad, kid...
LUKE (moaning): Yoda...
He then lifts Luke's inert form and stuffs him inside the carcass.
HAN: ...but it will keep you warm... til I get the shelter up. Ooh... I thought they smelled bad on the outside!
The wind has picked up considerably, making it difficult to move. Han removes a pack from the dead creature's back, taking out a shelter container. He begins to set up what can only be a pitiful protection against a bitter Hoth night.
SNOWDRIFT: Four snub-nosed armored snowspeeders race across the white landscape.
SNOWSPEEDER: There is only one pilot, Zev, in the enclosed two-man craft. He concentrates on the scopes which ring his cockpit. He hears a low beep from one of his monitors.
ZEV (into transmitter): Echo Base... I've got something! Not much, but it could be a life form.
The small craft banks and makes a slow arc, then races off in a new direction.
The pilot switches over to a new transmitter.
ZEV (into transmitter): This is Rogue Two. this is Rogue Two. Captain Solo, do you copy? Commander Skywalker, do you copy? This is Rogue Two.
There is a sharp crackle of static, then a faint voice.
HAN (filtered over Zev's receiver): Good morning. Nice of you guys to drop by.
ZEV (switching transmitters): Echo Base... this is Rogue Two. I found them. Repeat, I found them.
SNOWDRIFT: The small shelter Han set up is covered with snow on the windward side. A makeshift antenna rests gingerly on top the snowdrift. Han spots Zev's snowspeeder approaching in the distance, and begins waving his arms frantically at the tiny craft.
REBEL BASE - MEDICAL CENTER: Strange robot surgeons adjust a mass of electronic equipment. A switch is thrown and a sudden blinding flash obscures Luke in a bacta tank filled with a thick, gelatinous slime. He begins to thrash about, raving in delirium.
RECOVERY ROOM: Luke sits up in a recovery-room bed, weak but smiling. His face shows terrible wounds from the Wampa's attack. Threepio and Artoo enter the room.
THREEPIO: Master Luke, sir, it's so good to see you fully functional again.
Artoo beeps his good wishes.
THREEPIO: Artoo expresses his relief, also.
Han and Chewie make their entrance. The Wookiee growls a greeting.
HAN: How are you feeling, kid? You don't look so bad to me. In fact, you look strong enough to pull the ears off a Gundark.
LUKE: Thanks to you.
HAN: That's two you owe me, junior.
Han turns as Leia enters the room. He looks at her with a big, devilish grin.
HAN: Well your Worship, looks like you managed to keep me around for a little while longer.
LEIA (haughtily): I had nothing to do with it. General Rieekan thinks it's dangerous for any ships to leave the system until we've activated the energy shield.
HAN: That's a good story. I think you just can't bear to let a gorgeous guy like me out of your sight.
LEIA: I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain.
Chewie is amused; he laughs in his manner. Han, enjoying himself, regards Chewie good-humoredly.
HAN: Laugh it up, fuzzball. But you didn't see us alone in the south passage. She expressed her true feelings for me.
Leia is flushed, eyes darting between Luke and Han.
LEIA: My...! Why, you stuck up,... half-witted... scruffy-looking ...nerf-herder!
HAN: Who's scruffy-looking? (to Luke) I must have hit pretty close to the mark to get her all riled up like that, huh, kid?
Leia looks vulnerable for a moment, then the mask falls again, and she focuses on Luke.
LEIA: Why, I guess you don't know everything about women yet.
With that she leans over and kisses Luke on the lips. Then she turns on her heel and walks out, leaving everyone in the room slightly dumbstruck.
With some smugness, Luke puts his hands behind his head and grins. Suddenly, in the distance, the muffled sound of an alarm is heard.
ANNOUNCER (over loudspeaker): Headquarters personnel, report to command center.
The voice repeats the order and Han, Chewie, Artoo, and Threepio hurry out of the room, bidding farewell to Luke.
HAN: Take it easy.
THREEPIO: Excuse us, please.
COMMAND CENTER: Rieekan looks up grimly from a console screen. He calls over to Leia and Han.
RIEEKAN: Princess... we have a visitor. We've picked up something outside the base in zone twelve, moving east.
SENIOR CONTROLLER: It's metal.
LEIA: Then it couldn't be one of those creatures that attacked Luke.
HAN: It could be a speeder, one of ours.
SENIOR CONTROLLER: No. Wait - there's something very weak coming through.
Threepio steps up to the control panel and listens intently to the strange signal.
THREEPIO: Sir, I am fluent in six million forms of communication. This signal is not used by the Alliance. It could be an Imperial code.
HAN: It isn't friendly, whatever it is. Come on, Chewie, let's check it out.
RIEEKAN: Send Rogues Ten and Eleven to station three-eight.