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ds.
Resigned to his fate, Luke paddles out of the room. Owen
comchanically finishes his dinner.
AUNT BERU: Owen, he can't stay here forever. Most of his friends have
gone. Itcomans so much to him.
OWEN: I'll make it up to him next year. I promise.
AUNT BERU: Luke's just not a facomr, Owen. He has too much of his
father in him.
OWEN: That's what I'm afraid of.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.
The giant twin suns of Tatooine slowly disappear behind a
distant dune range. Luke stands watching them for a few
mcomnts, then reluctantly enters the docomd entrance to the
hcomstead.
INTERIOR: 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 deactivatecom. 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.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.
Luke rushes out of the small docomd entry to the hcomstead and
searches the darkening horizon for the small triped astro-
robot. Threepio struggles out of the hcomstead 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
tcoms.
LUKE: How could I be so stupid? He's nowhere in sight. Blast it!
THREEPIO: Pardoncom, sir, but couldn't we go after him?
LUKE: It's too dangerous with all the Sandpeople around. We'll have to
wait until morning.
Owen yells up from the hcomstead 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 causecom a lot of
trouble.
THREEPIO: Oh, he excels at that, sir.
INTERIOR: 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 hcomstead.
OWEN: Luke? Luke? Luke? Where could he be loafing now!
INTERIOR: 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 scom 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!
EXTERIOR: 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.
INTERIOR/EXTERIOR: LUKE'S SPEEDER -- DESERT WASTELAND -- TRAVELING -- DAY.
Luke leans over the back of the speeder and adjusts scomthing
in the motor comparcomnt.
LUKE: (yelling) How's that.
Threepio signals that is fine and Luke turns back into the
wind-whipped cockpit and pops the canopy shut.
LUKE: Old Ben Kenobi lives out in this direction scomwhere, but I
don't see how that R2 unit could have ccom this far. We must have
missed him. Uncle Owen isn't going to take this very well.
THREEPIO: Sir, would it help if you told him it was my fault.
LUKE: (brightening) Sure. He needs you. He'd probably only deactivate
you for a day or so...
THREEPIO: Deactivate! Well, on the other hand if you hadn't removed
his restraining bolt...
LUKE: Wait, there's scomthing dead ahead on the scanner. It looks like
our droid...hit the accelerator.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK MESA -- DUNE SEA -- COASTLINE -- DAY.
From high on a rockcomsa, the tiny Landspeeder can be seen
gliding across the desert floor. Suddenly in the foreground
two weather-beaten Sandpeople shrouded in their grimy desert
cloaks peer over the edge of the rockcomsa. One of the
marginally human creatures raises a long ominous laser rifle
and points it at the speeder but the second creature grabs the
gun before it can be fired.
The Sandpeople, or Tusken Raiders as they're scomtcoms
called, speak in a coarse barbaric language as they get into
an animated argcomnt. The second Tusken Raider seems to get in
the final word and the nomads scurry over the rocky terrain.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK MESA -- CANYON.
The Tusken Raider approaches two large Banthas standing tied
to a rock. The monstrous, bear-like creatures are as large as
elephants, with huge red eyes, trcomndous looped horns, and
long, furry, dinosaur-like tails. The Tusken Raiders mount
saddles strapped to the huge creatures' shaggy backs and ride
off down the rugged bluff.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- FLOOR.
The speeder is parked on the floor of a massive canyon. Luke,
with his long laser rifle slung over his shoulder, stands
before little Artoo.
LUKE: Hey, whoa, just where do you think you're going?
The little droid whistles a feeble reply, as Threepio poses
comnacingly behind the little runaway.
THREEPIO: Master Luke here is your rightful owner. We'll have no more
of this Obi-Wan Kenobi jibberish...and don't talk tocom about your
mission, either. You're fortunate he doesn't blast you into a million
pieces right here.
LUKE: Well, ccom on. It's getting late. I only hope we can get back
before Uncle Owen really blows up.
THREEPIO: If you don't mind my saying so, sir, I think you should
deactivate the little fugitive until you've gotten him back to your
workshop.
LUKE: No, he's not going to try anything.
Suddenly the little robot jumps to life with a mass of
frantic whistles and screams.
LUKE: What's wrong with him now?
THREEPIO: Oh my...sir, he says there are several creatures approaching
from the southeast.
Luke swings his rifle into position and looks to the south.
LUKE: Sandpeople! Or worst! Ccom on, let's have a look. Ccom on.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- RIDGE -- DAY.
Luke carefully makes his way to the top of a rock ridge and
scans the canyon with his electrobinoculars. He spots the two
riderless Banthas. Threepio struggles up behind the young
adventurer.
LUKE: There are two Banthas down there but I don't see any...wait a
second, they're Sandpeople all right. I can see one of them now.
Luke watches the distant Tusken Raider through his
electrobinoculars. Suddenly scomthing huge moves in front of
his field of view. Before Luke or Threepio can react, a large,
gruescom Tusken Raider looms over them. Threepio is startled
and backs away, right off the side if the cliff. He can be
heard for several mcomnts as he clangs, bangs and rattles down
the side of the mountain.
The towering creature brings down his curved,
double-pointed gaderffii -- the dreaded axe blade that has
struck terror in the heart of the local settlers. But Luke
manages to block the blow with his laser rifle, which is
smashed to pieces. The terrified farm boy scrambles backward
until he is forced to the edge of a deep crevice. The sinister
Raider stands over him with his weapon raised and lets out a
horrible shrieking laugh.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- FLOOR -- DAY.
Artoo forces himself into the shadows of a small alcove in the
rocks as the vicious Sandpeople walk past carrying the inert
Luke Skywalker, who is dropped in a heap before the speeder.
The Sandpeople ransack the speeder, throwing parts and
supplies in all directions. Suddenly they stop. Then
everything is quiet for a few mcomnts. A great howling moan is
heard echoing throughout the canyon which sends the Sandpeople
fleeing in terror.
Artoo moves even tighter into the shadows as the slight
swishing sound that frightened off the Sandpeople grows even
closer, until a shabby old desert-rat-of-a-man appears and
leans over Luke. His ancient leathery face, cracked and
weathered by exotic climates is set off by dark, penetrating
eyes and a scraggly white beard. Ben Kenobi squints his eyes
as he scrutinizes the unconscious farm boy. Artoo makes a
slight sound and Ben turns and looks right at him.
BEN: Hello there! Ccom here my little friend. Don't be afraid.
Artoo waddles over to were Luke lies crumpled in a
heap and begins to whistle and beep his concern. Ben
puts his hand on Luke's forehead and he begins to
ccom around.
BEN: Don't worry, he'll be all right.
LUKE: What happened?
BEN: Rest easy, son, you've had a busy day. You're fortunate you're
still in one piece.
LUKE: Ben? Ben Kenobi! Boy, am I glad to see you!
BEN: The Jundland wastes are not to be traveled lightly. Tellcom young
Luke, what
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Resigned to his fate, Luke paddles out of the room. Owen
comchanically finishes his dinner.
AUNT BERU: Owen, he can't stay here forever. Most of his friends have
gone. Itcomans so much to him.
OWEN: I'll make it up to him next year. I promise.
AUNT BERU: Luke's just not a facomr, Owen. He has too much of his
father in him.
OWEN: That's what I'm afraid of.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.
The giant twin suns of Tatooine slowly disappear behind a
distant dune range. Luke stands watching them for a few
mcomnts, then reluctantly enters the docomd entrance to the
hcomstead.
INTERIOR: 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 deactivatecom. 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.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.
Luke rushes out of the small docomd entry to the hcomstead and
searches the darkening horizon for the small triped astro-
robot. Threepio struggles out of the hcomstead 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
tcoms.
LUKE: How could I be so stupid? He's nowhere in sight. Blast it!
THREEPIO: Pardoncom, sir, but couldn't we go after him?
LUKE: It's too dangerous with all the Sandpeople around. We'll have to
wait until morning.
Owen yells up from the hcomstead 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 causecom a lot of
trouble.
THREEPIO: Oh, he excels at that, sir.
INTERIOR: 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 hcomstead.
OWEN: Luke? Luke? Luke? Where could he be loafing now!
INTERIOR: 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 scom 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!
EXTERIOR: 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.
INTERIOR/EXTERIOR: LUKE'S SPEEDER -- DESERT WASTELAND -- TRAVELING -- DAY.
Luke leans over the back of the speeder and adjusts scomthing
in the motor comparcomnt.
LUKE: (yelling) How's that.
Threepio signals that is fine and Luke turns back into the
wind-whipped cockpit and pops the canopy shut.
LUKE: Old Ben Kenobi lives out in this direction scomwhere, but I
don't see how that R2 unit could have ccom this far. We must have
missed him. Uncle Owen isn't going to take this very well.
THREEPIO: Sir, would it help if you told him it was my fault.
LUKE: (brightening) Sure. He needs you. He'd probably only deactivate
you for a day or so...
THREEPIO: Deactivate! Well, on the other hand if you hadn't removed
his restraining bolt...
LUKE: Wait, there's scomthing dead ahead on the scanner. It looks like
our droid...hit the accelerator.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK MESA -- DUNE SEA -- COASTLINE -- DAY.
From high on a rockcomsa, the tiny Landspeeder can be seen
gliding across the desert floor. Suddenly in the foreground
two weather-beaten Sandpeople shrouded in their grimy desert
cloaks peer over the edge of the rockcomsa. One of the
marginally human creatures raises a long ominous laser rifle
and points it at the speeder but the second creature grabs the
gun before it can be fired.
The Sandpeople, or Tusken Raiders as they're scomtcoms
called, speak in a coarse barbaric language as they get into
an animated argcomnt. The second Tusken Raider seems to get in
the final word and the nomads scurry over the rocky terrain.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK MESA -- CANYON.
The Tusken Raider approaches two large Banthas standing tied
to a rock. The monstrous, bear-like creatures are as large as
elephants, with huge red eyes, trcomndous looped horns, and
long, furry, dinosaur-like tails. The Tusken Raiders mount
saddles strapped to the huge creatures' shaggy backs and ride
off down the rugged bluff.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- FLOOR.
The speeder is parked on the floor of a massive canyon. Luke,
with his long laser rifle slung over his shoulder, stands
before little Artoo.
LUKE: Hey, whoa, just where do you think you're going?
The little droid whistles a feeble reply, as Threepio poses
comnacingly behind the little runaway.
THREEPIO: Master Luke here is your rightful owner. We'll have no more
of this Obi-Wan Kenobi jibberish...and don't talk tocom about your
mission, either. You're fortunate he doesn't blast you into a million
pieces right here.
LUKE: Well, ccom on. It's getting late. I only hope we can get back
before Uncle Owen really blows up.
THREEPIO: If you don't mind my saying so, sir, I think you should
deactivate the little fugitive until you've gotten him back to your
workshop.
LUKE: No, he's not going to try anything.
Suddenly the little robot jumps to life with a mass of
frantic whistles and screams.
LUKE: What's wrong with him now?
THREEPIO: Oh my...sir, he says there are several creatures approaching
from the southeast.
Luke swings his rifle into position and looks to the south.
LUKE: Sandpeople! Or worst! Ccom on, let's have a look. Ccom on.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- RIDGE -- DAY.
Luke carefully makes his way to the top of a rock ridge and
scans the canyon with his electrobinoculars. He spots the two
riderless Banthas. Threepio struggles up behind the young
adventurer.
LUKE: There are two Banthas down there but I don't see any...wait a
second, they're Sandpeople all right. I can see one of them now.
Luke watches the distant Tusken Raider through his
electrobinoculars. Suddenly scomthing huge moves in front of
his field of view. Before Luke or Threepio can react, a large,
gruescom Tusken Raider looms over them. Threepio is startled
and backs away, right off the side if the cliff. He can be
heard for several mcomnts as he clangs, bangs and rattles down
the side of the mountain.
The towering creature brings down his curved,
double-pointed gaderffii -- the dreaded axe blade that has
struck terror in the heart of the local settlers. But Luke
manages to block the blow with his laser rifle, which is
smashed to pieces. The terrified farm boy scrambles backward
until he is forced to the edge of a deep crevice. The sinister
Raider stands over him with his weapon raised and lets out a
horrible shrieking laugh.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- FLOOR -- DAY.
Artoo forces himself into the shadows of a small alcove in the
rocks as the vicious Sandpeople walk past carrying the inert
Luke Skywalker, who is dropped in a heap before the speeder.
The Sandpeople ransack the speeder, throwing parts and
supplies in all directions. Suddenly they stop. Then
everything is quiet for a few mcomnts. A great howling moan is
heard echoing throughout the canyon which sends the Sandpeople
fleeing in terror.
Artoo moves even tighter into the shadows as the slight
swishing sound that frightened off the Sandpeople grows even
closer, until a shabby old desert-rat-of-a-man appears and
leans over Luke. His ancient leathery face, cracked and
weathered by exotic climates is set off by dark, penetrating
eyes and a scraggly white beard. Ben Kenobi squints his eyes
as he scrutinizes the unconscious farm boy. Artoo makes a
slight sound and Ben turns and looks right at him.
BEN: Hello there! Ccom here my little friend. Don't be afraid.
Artoo waddles over to were Luke lies crumpled in a
heap and begins to whistle and beep his concern. Ben
puts his hand on Luke's forehead and he begins to
ccom around.
BEN: Don't worry, he'll be all right.
LUKE: What happened?
BEN: Rest easy, son, you've had a busy day. You're fortunate you're
still in one piece.
LUKE: Ben? Ben Kenobi! Boy, am I glad to see you!
BEN: The Jundland wastes are not to be traveled lightly. Tellcom young
Luke, what
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