Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope Page #7

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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 Skywalker. 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 language 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 back

into the Sandcrawler, Artoo lets out a pathetic little beep

and starts after his old friend Threepio. He is restrained

by a slimy Jawa, who zaps him with a control box.

Owen is negotiating with the head Jawa. Luke and the two

robots start off for the garage when a plate pops off the

head of the red astro-droid's head plate and it sparks wildly.

LUKE:

Uncle Owen...

OWEN:

Yeah?

LUKE:

This R2 unit has a bad motivator.

Look!

OWEN:

(to the head Jawa)

Hey, what're you trying to push on

us?

The Jawa goes into a loud spiel. Meanwhile, Artoo has sneaked

out of line and is moving up and down trying to attract

attention. He lets out with a low whistle. Threepio taps

Luke on the shoulder.

THREEPIO:

(pointing to Artoo)

Excuse me, sir, but that R2 unit is

in prime condition. A real bargain.

LUKE:

Uncle Owen...

OWEN:

Yeah?

LUKE:

What about that one?

OWEN:

(to Jawa)

What about that blue one? We'll take

that one.

With a little reluctance the scruffy dwarf trades the damaged

astro-droid for Artoo.

LUKE:

Yeah, take it away.

THREEPIO:

Uh, I'm quite sure you'll be very

pleased with that one, sir. He really

is in first-class condition. I've

worked with him before. Here he comes.

Owen pays off the whining Jawa as Luke and the two robots

trudge off toward a grimy homestead entry.

LUKE:

Okay, let's go.

THREEPIO:

(to Artoo)

Now, don't you forget this! Why I

should stick my neck out for you is

quite beyond my capacity!

INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - GARAGE AREA - LATE AFTERNOON

The garage is cluttered and worn, but a friendly peaceful

atmosphere permeates the low grey chamber. Threepio lowers

himself into a large tub filled with warm oil. Near the

battered Landspeeder little Artoo rests on a large battery

with a cord to his face.

THREEPIO:

Thank the maker! This oil bath is

going to feel so good. I've got such

a bad case of dust contamination, I

can barely move!

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