Star Wars Page #5

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

for the garage when a plate pops off the head of the red astro-droid,

throwing parts all over the ground. He adjusts the 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 and the two robots trudge off toward a

grimy homestead entry.

LUKE:

Okay, let's go.

THREEPIO:

(to Artoo)

Now, don't 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 gray 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!

Artoo beeps a muffled reply. Luke seems to be lost in thought as he

runs his hand over the damaged fin of a small two-man skyhopper

spaceship resting in a low hangar off the garage. Finally Luke's

frustrations get the better of him and he slams a wrench across the

workbench.

LUKE:

It just isn't fair. Oh, Biggs is

right. I'm never gonna get out

of here!

THREEPIO:

Is there anything I might do to

help?

Luke glances at the battered robot. A bit of his anger drains and a

tiny smile creeps across his face.

LUKE:

Well, not unless you can alter

time, speed up the harvest, or

teleport me off this rock!

THREEPIO:

I don't think so, sir. I'm only

a droid and not very knowledgeable

about such things. Not on this

planet, anyways. As a matter of

fact, I'm not even sure which

planet I'm on.

LUKE:

Well, if there's a bright center

to the universe, you're on the

planet that it's farthest from.

THREEPIO:

I see, sir.

LUKE:

Uh, you can call me Luke.

THREEPIO:

I see, sir Luke.

LUKE:

(laughing)

Just Luke.

THREEPIO:

And I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg

relations, and this is my counterpart,

Artoo-Detoo.

LUKE:

Hello.

Artoo beeps in response. Luke unplugs Artoo and begins to scrape

several connectors on the robot's head with a chrome pick. Threepio

climbs out of the oil tub and begins wiping oil from his bronze body.

LUKE:

You got a lot of carbon scoring

here. It looks like you boys have

seen a lot of action.

THREEPIO:

With all we've been through,

sometimes I'm amazed we're in as

good condition as we are, what

with the Rebellion and all.

LUKE:

You know of the Rebellion against

the Empire?

THREEPIO:

That's how we came to be in your

service, if you take my meaning,

sir.

LUKE:

Have you been in many battles?

THREEPIO:

Several, I think. Actually,

there's not much to tell. I'm

not much more than an interpreter,

and not very good at telling stories.

Well, not at making them interesting,

anyways.

Luke struggles to remove a small metal fragment from Artoo's neck

joint. He uses a larger pick.

LUKE:

Well, my little friend, you've

got something jammed in here real

good. Were you on a starcruiser or...

The fragment breaks loose with a snap, sending Luke tumbling head over

heels. He sits up and sees a twelve-inch three-dimensional hologram of

Leia Organa, the Rebel senator, being projected from the face of little

Artoo. The image is a rainbow of colors as it flickers and jiggles in

the dimly lit garage. Luke's mouth hangs open in awe.

LEIA:

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're

my only hope.

LUKE:

What's this?

Artoo looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer for Threepio to

translate.

Leia continues to repeat the sentence fragment over and over.

THREEPIO:

What is what?!? He asked you a

question...

(pointing to Leia)

What is that?

Artoo whistles his surprise as he pretends to just notice the hologram.

He looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer for Threepio to

translate. Leia continues to repeat the sentence fragment over and

over.

LEIA:

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're

my only hope. Help me, Obi-Wan

Kenobi. You're my only hope.

THREEPIO:

Oh, he says it's nothing, sir.

Merely a malfunction. Old data.

Pay it no mind.

Luke becomes intrigued by the beautiful girl.

LUKE:

Who is she? She's beautiful.

THREEPIO:

I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, sir.

LEIA:

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi...

THREEPIO:

I think she was a passenger on our

last voyage. A person of some

importance, sir - I believe. Our

captain was attached to...

LUKE:

Is there more to this recording?

Luke reaches out for Artoo but he lets out several frantic squeaks and

a whistle.

THREEPIO:

Behave yourself, Artoo. You're

going to get us in trouble.

It's all right, you can trust

him. He's our new master.

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.

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