by George Lucas
Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan...
VADER You're a part of the Rebel Alliance...and a traitor. Take her
away!
Leia is marched away down the hallway and into the
smoldering hole blasted in the side of the ship. An Imperial
Commander turns to Vader.
COMMANDER Holding her is dangerous. If word of this gets out, it
could generate sympathy for the Rebellion in the senate.
VADER I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link
to find their secret base!
COMMANDER She'll die before she tells you anything.
VADER Leave that to me. Send a distress signal and then inform the
senate that all aboard were killed!
Another Imperial Officer approaches Vader and the
Commander. They stop and snap to attention.
SECOND OFFICER Lord Vader, the battle station plans are not aboard
this ship! And no transmissions were made. An escape pod was
jettisoned during the fighting, but no life forms were aboard.
Vader turns to the Commander.
VADER She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a
detachment down to retrieve them. See to it personally, Commander.
There'll be no one to stop us this time.
COMMANDER Yes, sir.
EXTERIOR SPACE.
The Imperial Stardestroyer comes over the surface of the
planet Tatooine.
EXTERIOR TATOOINE -- DESERT.
Jundland, or "No Man's Land", where the rugged desert mesas
meet the foreboding dune sea. The two helpless astro-droids
kick up clouds of sand as they leave the lifepod and clumsily
work their way across the desert wasteland. The lifepod in the
distance rests half buried in the sand.
THREEPIO How did I get into this mess? I really don't know how. We
seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life.
Artoo answers with beeping sounds.
THREEPIO I've got to rest before I fall apart. My joints are almost
frozen.
Artoo continues to respond with beeping sounds.
THREEPIO What a desolate place this is.
Suddenly Artoo whistles, makes a sharp right turn and
starts off in the direction of the rocky desert mesas. Threepio
stops and yells at him.
THREEPIO Where are you going?
A stream of electronic noises pours forth from the small
robot.
THREEPIO Well, I'm not going that way. It's much too rocky. This way
is much easier.
Artoo counters with a long whistle.
THREEPIO What makes you think there are settlements over there?
Artoo continues to make beeping sounds.
THREEPIO Don't get technical with me.
Artoo continues to make beeping sounds.
THREEPIO What mission? What are you talking about? I've had just
about enough of you! Go that way! You'll be malfunctioning within a
day, you nearsighted scrap pile!
Threepio gives the little robot a kick and starts off in
the direction of the vast dune sea.
THREEPIO And don't let me catch you following me begging for help,
because you won't get it.
Artoo's reply is a rather rude sound. He turns and trudges
off in the direction of the towering mesas.
THREEPIO No more adventures. I'm not going that way.
Artoo beeps to himself as he makes his way toward the
distant mountains.
EXTERIOR TATOOINE -- DUNE SEA.
Threepio, hot and tired, struggles up over the ridge of a dune;
only to find more dunes, which seem to go on for endless
miles. He looks back in the direction of the now distant rock
mesas.
THREEPIO That malfunctioning little twerp. This is all his fault! He
tricked me into going this way, but he'll do no better.
In a huff of anger and frustration, Thre epio knocks the
sand from his joints. His plight seems hopeless, when a glint
of reflected light in the distance reveals an object moving
towards him.
THREEPIO Wait, what's that? A transport! I'm saved!
The bronze android waves frantically and yells at the
approaching transport.
THREEPIO Over here! Help! Please, help!
EXTERIOR TATOOINE -- ANCHORHEAD SETTLEMENT -- POWER STATION -- DAY.
Luke and Biggs are walking and drinking a malt brew. Fixer and
the others can be heard working inside.
LUKE (Very animated)...so I cut off my power, shut down the
afterburners and came in low on Deak's trail. I was so close I thought
I was going to fry my instruments. As it was I busted up the Skyhopper
pretty bad. Uncle Owen was pretty upset. He grounded me for the rest
of the season. You should have been there...it was fantastic.
BIGGS You ought to take it easy Luke. You may be the hottest
bushpilot this side of Mos Eisley, but those little Skyhoppers are
dangerous. Keep it up, and one day, whammo, you're going to be nothing
more than a dark spot on the down side of a canyon wall.
LUKE Look who's talking. Now that you've been around those giant
starships you're beginning to sound like my uncle. You've gotten soft
in the city...
BIGGS I've missed you kid.
LUKE Well, things haven't been the same since you left, Biggs. It's
been so...quiet.
Biggs looks around then leans close to Luke.
BIGGS Luke, I didn't come back just to say good-bye...I shouldn't
tell you this, but you're the only one I can trust...and if I don't
come back, I want somebody to know.
Luke's eyes are wide with Biggs' seriousness and loyalty.
LUKE What are you talking about?
BIGGS I made some friends at the Academy. (he whispers)...when our
frigate goes to one of the central systems, we're going to jump ship
and join the Alliance...
Luke, amazed and stunned, is almost speechless.
LUKE Join the Rebellion?! Are you kidding! How?
BIGGS Quiet down will ya! You got a mouth bigger than a meteor
crater!
LUKE I'm sorry. I'm quiet. (he whispers) Listen how quiet I am. You
can barely hear me...
Biggs shakes his head angrily and then continues.
BIGGS My friend has a friend on Bestine who might help us make
contact.
LUKE Your crazy! You could wander around forever trying to find them.
BIGGS I know it's a long shot, but if I don't find them I'll do what
I can on my own...It's what we always talked about. Luke, I'm not
going to wait for the Empire to draft me into service. The Rebellion
is spreading and I want to be on the right side -- the side I believe
in.
LUKE And I'm stuck here...
BIGGS I thought you were going to the Academy next term. You'll get
your chance to get off this rock.
LUKE Not likely! I had to cancel my application. There has been a lot
of unrest among the Sandpeople since you left...they've even raided
the outskirts of Anchorhead.
BIGGS Your uncle could hold off a whole colony of Sandpeople with one
blaster.
LUKE I know, but he's got enough vaporators going to make the place
pay off. He needs me for just one more season. I can't leave him now.
BIGGS I feel for you, Luke, you're going to have to learn what seems
to be important or what really is important. What good is all your
uncle's work if it's taken over by the Empire?...You know they're
starting to nationalize commerce in the central systems...it won't be
long before your uncle is merely a tenant, slaving for the greater
glory of the Empire.
LUKE It couldn't happen here. You said it yourself. The Empire won't
bother with this rock.
BIGGS Things always change.
LUKE I wish I was going...Are you going to be around long?
BIGGS No, I'm leaving in the morning...
LUKE Then I guess I won't see you.
BIGGS Maybe someday...I'll keep a lookout.
LUKE Well, I'll be at the Academy next season...after that who knows.
I won't be drafted into the Imperial Starfleet that's for sure...Take
care of yourself, you'll always be the best friend I've got.
BIGGS So long, Luke.
Biggs turns away from his old friend and heads towards the
power station.
EXTERIOR TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SUNSET.
The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange
foreboding mist and the onimous sounds of unearthly creatures
fill the air. Artoo moves cautiously through the creepy rock
canyon, inadvertently making a loud clicking noise as he goes.
He hears a distant, hard, metallic sound and stops for a
moment. Convinced he is alone, he continues on his way.
In the distance, a pepple tumbles down the steep canyon
wall and a small dark figure darts into the shadows. A little
further up the canyon a slight flicker of light reveals a pair
of eyes in the dark recesses only a few feet from the narrow
path.
The unsuspecting robot waddles along the rugged trail until
suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful magnetic ray shoots out
of the rocks and engulfs him in an eerie glow. He manages one
short electronic squeak before he topples over onto his back.
His bright computer lights flicker off, then on, then off
again. Out of the rocks scurry three Jawas, no taller than
Artoo. They holster strange and complex weapons as they
cautiously approach the robot. They wear grubby cloaks and
their faces are shrouded so only their glowing eyes can be
seen. They hiss and make odd guttural sounds as they heave the
heavy robot onto their shoulders and carry him off down the
trail.
EXTERIOR TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET.
The eight Jawas carry Artoo out of the canyon to a huge
tank-like vehicle the size of a four-story house. They weld a
small disk on the side of Artoo and then put him under a large
tube on the side of the vehicle and the little robot is sucked
into the giant machine.
The filthy little Jawas scurry like rats up small ladders
and enter the main cabin of the behemoth transport.
INTERIOR SANDCRAWLER -- HOLD AREA.
It is dim inside the hold area of the Sandcrawler. Artoo
switches on a small floodlight on his forehead and stumbles
around the scrap heap. The narrow beam swings across rusty
metal rocket parts and an array of grotesquely twisted and
maimed astro-robots. He lets out a pathetic electronic whimper
and stumbles off toward what appears to be a door at the end
of the chamber.
INTERIOR SANDCRAWLER -- PRISON AREA.
Artoo enters a wide room with a four-foot ceiling. In the
middle of the scrap heap sit a dozen or so robots of various
shapes and sizes. Some are engaged in electronic conversation,
while others simply mill about. A voice of recognition calls
out from the gloom.
THREEPIO Artoo-Detoo! It's you! It's you!
A battered Threepio scrambles up to Artoo and embraces him.
EXTERIOR TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET.
The enormous Sandcrawler lumbers off toward the magnificent
twin suns, which are slowly setting over a distant mountain
ridge.
EXTERIOR TATOOINE -- DESERT -- DAY.
Four Imperial stormtroopers mill about in front of the half-
buried lifepod that brought Artoo and Threepio to Tatooine. A
trooper yells to an officer some distance away.
FIRST TROOPER Someone was in the pod. The tracks go off in this
direction.
A second trooper picks a small bit of metal out of the sand
and gives it to the first trooper.
SECOND TROOPER Look, sir -- droids.
EXTERIOR TATOOINE -- DUNES.
The Sandcrawler moves slowly down a great sand dune.
INTERIOR SANDCRAWLER.
Threepio and Artoo noisily bounce along inside the cramped
prison chamber. Artoo appears to be shut off.
THREEPIO Wake up! Wake up!
Suddenly the shaking and bouncing of the Sandcrawler stops,
creating quite a commotion among the mechanical men.
Threepio's fist bangs the head of Artoo whose computer lights
pop on as he begins beeping. At the far end of the long
chamber a hatch opens, filling the chamber with blinding white
light. a dozen or so Jawas make their way through the odd
assortment of robots.
THREEPIO We're doomed.
A Jawa starts moving toward them.
THREEPIO Do you think they'll melt us down?
Artoo responds, making beeping sounds.
THREEPIO Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Will this never end?
EXTERIOR TATOOINE -- DESERT -- LARS HOMESTEAD -- AFTERNOON.
The Jawas mutter gibberish as they busily line up their
battered captives, including Artoo and Threepio, in front of
the enormous Sandcrawler, which is parked beside a small
homestead consisting of three large holes in the ground
surrounded by several tall moisture vaporators and one small
adobe block house.
The Jawas scurry around fussing over the robots,
straightening them up or brushing some dust from a dented
metallic elbow. The shrouded little creatures smell horribly,
attracting small insects to the dark areas when their mouths
and nostrils should be.
Out of the shadows of a dingy side-building limps Owen
Lars, a large burly man in his mid-fifties. His reddish eyes
are sunken in a dust-covered face. As the farmer carefully
inspects each robot, he is closely followed by his slump-
shouldered nephew, Luke Skywa lker. One of the vile little
Jawas walks ahead of the farmer spouting an animated sales
pitch in a queer, unintelligible language.
A voice calls out from one of the huge holes that form the
homestead. Luke goes over to the edge and sees his Aunt Beru
standing in the main courtyard.
BERU Luke, tell Owen that if he gets a translator to be sure it
speaks Bocce.
LUKE It looks like we don't have much of a choice but I'll remind
him.
Luke returns to his uncle as they look over the equipment
for sale with the Jawa leader.
OWEN I have no need for a protocol droid.
THREEPIO (quickly) Sir -- not in an environment such as this --
that's why I've also been programmed for over thirty secondary
functions that...
OWEN What I really need is a droid that understands the binary
lang
uage of moisture vaporators.
THREEPIO Vaporators! Sir -- My first job was programming binary load
lifter...very similar to your vaporators. You could say...
OWEN Do you speak Bocce?
THREEPIO Of course I can, sir. It's like a second language for
me...I'm as fluent in Bocce...
OWEN All right shut up! (turning to Jawa) I'll take this one.
THREEPIO Shutting up, sir.
OWEN Luke, take these two over to the garage, will you? I want you to
have both of them cleaned up before dinner.
LUKE But I was going into Toshi Station to pick up some power
converters...
OWEN You can waste time with your friends when your chores are done.
Now come on, get to it!
LUKE All right, come on! And the red one, come on. Well, come on,
Red, let's go.
As the Jawas start to lead the three remaining robots
