Excuse me, Master Yoda.
Obi-Wan Kenobi has made contact.
We'll take her to the medical center. Quickly.
Medically, she's completely healthy.
For reasons we can't explain, we are losing her.
- She's dying? - We don't know why.
She has lost the will to live.
We need to operate quickly if we are to save the babies.
Babies?
She's carrying twins.
Luke.
Oh, Luke.
- It's a girl. - Leia.
There's good in him.
I know.
I know there's... still-
Hidden, safe the children must be kept.
We must take them somewhere where the Sith will not sense their presence.
Split up they should be.
My wife and I will take the girl.
We've always talked of adopting a baby girl.
She will be loved with us.
And what of the boy?
To Tatooine. To his family send him.
I will take the child and watch over him.
Until the time is right, disappear we will.
Master Kenobi, wait a moment.
In your solitude on Tatooine, training I have for you.
Training?
An old friend has learned the path to immortality.
One who has returned from the netherworld of the Force.
Your old master.
Qui-Gon?
How to commune with him I will teach you.
- Captain Antilles. - Yes, Your Highness?
I'm placing these droids in your care.
Treat them well. Clean them up.
Have the protocol droid's mind wiped.
What?
Oh, no.