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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 back towards the power

station.

EXT. TATOOINE - ROCK CANYON - SUNSET

The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange

foreboding mist and the ominous 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 that

only their glowing yellow 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 up 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.

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 of the robots, 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

languages of moisture vaporators.

THREEPIO:

Vaporators! Sir - My first job

was programming binary load lifters

... 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.

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