Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope Page #9

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Artoo whistles and beeps a long message to Threepio.

THREEPIO:

He says he's the property of Obi-Wan

Kenobi, a resident of these parts.

And it's a private message for him.

Quite frankly, sir I don't know what

he's talking about. Our last master

was Captain Antilles, but with what

we've been through, this little R2

unit has become a bit eccentric.

LUKE:

Obi-Wan Kenobi? I wonder if he means

old Ben Kenobi?

THREEPIO:

I beg your pardon, sir, but do you

know what he's talking about?

LUKE:

Well, I don't know anyone named Obi-

Wan, but old Ben lives out beyond

the dune sea. He's kind of a strange

old hermit.

Luke's gazes at the beautiful young princess for a few

moments.

LUKE:

I wonder who she is. It sounds like

she's in trouble. I'd better play

back the whole thing.

Artoo beeps something to Threepio.

THREEPIO:

He says the restraining bolt has

short circuited his recording system.

He suggests that if you remove the

bolt, he might be able to play back

the entire recording.

Luke looks longingly at the lovely, little princess and hasn't

really heard what Threepio has been saying.

LUKE:

H'm? Oh, yeah, well, I guess you're

too small to run away on me if I

take this off! Okay.

Luke takes a wedged bar and pops the restraining bolt off

Artoo's side.

LUKE:

There you go.

The princess immediately disappears...

LUKE:

Well, wait a minute. Where'd she go?

Bring her back! Play back the entire

message.

Artoo beeps an innocent reply as Threepio sits up in

embarrassment.

THREEPIO:

What message? The one you're carrying

inside your rusty innards!

A women's voice calls out from another room.

AUNT BERU:

Luke? Luke! Come to dinner!

Luke stands up and shakes his head at the malfunctioning

robot.

LUKE:

All right, I'll be right there, Aunt

Beru.

THREEPIO:

I'm sorry, sir, but he appears to

have picked up a slight flutter.

Luke tosses Artoo's restraining bolt on the workbench and

hurries out of the room.

LUKE:

Well, see what you can do with him.

I'll be right back.

THREEPIO:

(to Artoo)

Just you reconsider playing that

message for him.

Artoo beeps in response.

THREEPIO:

No, I don't think he likes you at

all.

Artoo beeps.

THREEPIO:

No, I don't like you either.

INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - DINING AREA

Luke's Aunt Beru, a warm, motherly woman, fills a pitcher

with blue fluid from a refrigerated container in the well-

used kitchen. She puts the pitcher on a tray with some bowls

of food and starts for the dining area.

Luke sits with his Uncle Owen before a table covered with

steaming bowls of food as Aunt Beru carries in a bowl of red

grain.

LUKE:

You know, I think that R2 unit we

bought might have been stolen.

OWEN:

What makes you think that?

LUKE:

Well, I stumbled across a recording

while I was cleaning him. He says he

belongs to someone called Obi-Wan

Kenobi.

Owen is greatly alarmed at the mention of his name, but

manages to control himself.

LUKE:

I thought he might have meant old

Ben. Do you know what he's talking

about? Well, I wonder if he's related

to Ben.

Owen breaks loose with a fit of uncontrolled anger.

OWEN:

That old man's just a crazy old

wizard. Tomorrow I want you to take

that R2 unit into Anchorhead and

have its memory flushed. That'll be

the end of it. It belongs to us now.

LUKE:

But what if this Obi-Wan comes looking

for him?

OWEN:

He won't, I don't think he exists

any more. He died about the same

time as your father.

LUKE:

He knew my father?

OWEN:

I told you to forget it. Your only

concern is to prepare the new droids

for tomorrow. In the morning I want

them on the south ridge working out

those condensers.

LUKE:

Yes, sir. I think those new droids

are going to work out fine. In fact,

I, uh, was also thinking about our

agreement about my staying on another

season. And if these new droids do

work out, I want to transmit my

application to the Academy this year.

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