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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 youÕve just

been playing. 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 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

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.

Owen's face becomes a scowl, although he tries to suppress it.

OWEN:

You mean the next semester before

harvest?

LUKE:

Sure, there're more than enough

droids.

OWEN:

Harvest is when I need you the

most. Only one more season.

This year we'll make enough on

the harvest so I'll be able to

hire some more hands. And then

you can go to the Academy next

year.

Luke continues to toy with his food, not looking at his uncle.

OWEN:

You must understand I need you

here, Luke.

LUKE:

But it's a whole 'nother year.

OWEN:

Look, it's only one more season.

Luke pushes his half-eaten plate of food aside and stands.

LUKE:

Yeah, that's what you said last

year when Biggs and Tank left.

AUNT BERU:

Where are you going?

LUKE:

It looks like I'm going nowhere.

I have to finish cleaning those

droids.

Resigned to his fate, Luke paddles out of the room. Owen mechanically

finishes his dinner.

AUNT BERU:

Owen, he can't stay here forever.

Most of his friends have gone.

It means so much to him.

OWEN:

I'll make it up to him next year.

I promise.

AUNT BERU:

Luke's just not a farmer, Owen.

He has too much of his father in

him.

OWEN:

That's what I'm afraid of.

EXT. TATOOINE - LARS HOMESTEAD

The giant twin suns of Tatooine slowly disappear behind a distant dune

range. Luke stands watching them for a few moments, then reluctantly

enters the doomed entrance to the homestead.

INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - GARAGE

Luke enters the garage to discover the robots nowhere in sight. He

takes a small control box from his utility belt similar to the one the

Jawas were carrying. He activates the box, which creates a low hum,

and Threepio, letting out a short yell, pops up from behind the

Skyhopper spaceship.

LUKE:

What are you doing hiding there?

Threepio stumbles forward, but Artoo is still nowhere in sight.

THREEPIO:

It wasn't my fault, sir. Please

don't deactivate me. I told him

not to go, but he's faulty,

malfunctioning; kept babbling on

about his mission.

LUKE:

Oh, no!

Luke races out of the garage followed by Threepio.

EXT. TATOOINE - LARS HOMESTEAD

Luke rushes out of the small doomed entry to the homestead and searches

the darkening horizon for the small triped astro-robot. Threepio

struggles out of the homestead and on the salt flat as Luke scans the

landscape with his electrobinoculars.

THREEPIO:

That R2 unit has always been a

problem. These astro-droids are

getting quite out of hand. Even

I can't understand their logic at

times.

LUKE:

How could I be so stupid? He's

nowhere in sight. Blast it!

THREEPIO:

Pardon me, sir, but couldn't we

go after him?

LUKE:

It's too dangerous with all the

Sand People around. We'll have

to wait until morning.

Owen yells up from the homestead plaza.

OWEN:

Luke, I'm shutting the power down

for the night.

LUKE:

All right, I'll be there in a few

minutes. Boy, am I gonna get it.

He takes one final look across the dim horizon.

LUKE:

You know that little droid is

going to cause me a lot of trouble.

THREEPIO:

Oh, he excels at that, sir.

INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - PLAZA

Morning slowly creeps into the sparse but sparkling oasis of the open

courtyard. The idyll is broken be the yelling of Uncle Owen, his voice

echoing throughout the homestead.

OWEN:

Luke? Luke? Luke? Where could

he be loafing now!

INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - KITCHEN

The interior of the kitchen is a worm glow as Aunt Beru prepares the

morning breakfast. Owen enters in a huff.

OWEN:

Have you seen Luke this morning?

AUNT BERU:

He said he had some things to

do before he started today, so

he left early.

OWEN:

Uh? Did he take those two new

droids with him?

AUNT BERU:

I think so.

OWEN:

Well, he'd better have those units

in the south range repaired be

midday or there'll be hell to pay!

EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT WASTELAND - LUKE'S SPEEDER - DAY

The rock and sand of the desert floor are a blur as Threepio pilots the

sleek Landspeeder gracefully across the vast wasteland.

INT./EXT. LUKE'S SPEEDER - DESERT WASTELAND - TRAVELING - DAY

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