Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope Page #6

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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.

EXT. 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 pebble 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.

EXT. 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.

INT. 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.

INT. 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.

EXT. TATOOINE - ROCK CANYON - SANDCRAWLER - SUNSET

The enormous Sandcrawler lumbers off toward the magnificent

twin suns, which are slowly setting over a distant mountain

ridge.

EXT. 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.

EXT. TATOOINE - DUNES

The Sandcrawler moves slowly down a great sand dune.

INT. 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?

EXT. 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.

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