Leia kicks some Hutt tail; Luke gives himself a promotion; Sidious has it all figured out.
We’re going to the desert, and we’re building a Superweapon — this series is going to go out doing what it loves.
Sheev gets the dominoes lined up; Obi-Wan gets a really important assignment (and lives through more trauma); Yoda is understandably not sure about any of this.
Palpatine’s on the verge of a promotion; Padme’s ready to throw down; Obi-Wan has another wonderful day.
Qui-Gon collects his winnings; Anakin says a significant goodbye (and a significant hello); Palpatine is, was, and ever shall be the goddamn worst.
Qui-Gon makes the galaxy’s most significant bet; Anakin probably buys that Boonta Eve poster he keeps in his room later.
Artoo saves the gang for the first of what is surely at least a hundred times by now; it’s time once again for some coarse, rough, irritating sand.
We go back to the beginning, which is easily as weird and dorky as the middle and the end. (Also Obi-Wan’s terrible haircut is there.)
Saw’s fight is over; Galen’s read the guide on how to die like a Star Wars dad; Anakin’s back again to defend his title.
Luke confronts Vader, and gets more than he bargained for; Next Stop: Sand!