wind-whipped cockpit and pops the canopy shut.
LUKE Old Ben Kenobi lives out in this direction somewhere, but I
don't see how that R2 unit could have come 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 something 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 rock mesa, 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 rock mesa. 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 sometimes
called, speak in a coarse barbaric language as they get into
an animated argument. 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, tremendous 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
menacingly 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 to me about your
mission, either. You're fortunate he doesn't blast you into a million
pieces right here.
LUKE Well, come 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! Come on, let's have a look. Come 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 something huge moves in front of
his field of view. Before Luke or Threepio can react, a large,
gruesome Tusken Raider looms over them. Threepio is startled
and backs away, right off the side if the cliff. He can be
heard for several moments 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 moments. 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! Come 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
come 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. Tell me young
Luke, what brings you out this far?
LUKE Oh, this little droid! I think he's searching for his former
master...I've never seen such devotion in a droid before...there
seems to be no stopping him. He claims to be the property of an Obi-
Wan Kenobi. Is he a relative of yours? Do you know who he's talking
about?
Ben ponders this for a moment, scratching his scruffy beard.
BEN Obi-Wan Kenobi...Obi-Wan? Now thats a name I haven't heard in a
long time...a long time.
LUKE I think my uncle knew him. He said he was dead.
BEN Oh, he's not dead, not...not yet.
LUKE You know him!
BEN Well of course, of course I know him. He's me! I haven't gone by
the name Obi-Wan since oh, before you were born.
LUKE Then the droid does belong to you.
BEN Don't seem to remember ever owning a droid. Very interesting...
He suddenly looks up at the overhanging cliffs.
BEN I think we better get indoors. The Sandpeople are easily startled
but they will soon be back and in greater numbers.
Luke sits up and rubs his head. Artoo lets out a pathetic
beep causing Luke to remember something. He looks around.
LUKE Threepio!
EXTERIOR TATOOINE -- SAND
PIT -- ROCK MESA -- DAY.
Little Artoo stands at the edge of a large sand pit and begins
to chatter away in electronic whistles and beeps. Luke and Ben
stand over a very dented and tangled Threepio lying half
buried in the sand. One of his arms has broken off.
Luke tries to revive the inert robot by shaking him and
then flips a hidden switch on his back several times until
finally the mechanical man's systems turn on.
THREEPIO Where am I? I must have taken a bad step...
LUKE Can you stand? We've got to get out of here before the
Sandpeople return.
THREEPIO I don't think I can make it. You go on, Master Luke. There's
no sense in you risking yourself on my account. I'm done for.
Artoo makes a beeping sound.
LUKE No, you're not. What kind of talk is that?
Luke and Ben help the battered robot to his feet. Little
Artoo watches from the top of the pit. Ben glances around
suspiciously. Sensing something, he stands up and sniffs the
air.
BEN Quickly, son...they're on the move.
INTERIOR KENOBI'S DWELLING.
The small, spartan hovel is cluttered with desert junk but
still manages to radiate an air of time-worn comfort and
security. Luke is in one corner repairing Threepio's arm, as
old Ben sits thinking.
LUKE No, my father didn't fight in the wars. He was a navigator on a
spice freighter.
BEN That's what your uncle told you. He didn't hold with your
father's ideals. Thought he should have stayed here and not gotten
involved.
LUKE You fought in the Clone Wars?
BEN Yes, I was once a Jedi Knight the same as your father.
LUKE I wish I'd known him.
BEN He was the best star-pilot in the galaxy, and a cunning warrior.
I understand you've become quite a good pilot yourself. And he was a
good friend. Which reminds me...
Ben gets up and goes to a chest where he rummages around.
As Luke finishes repairing Threepio and starts to fit the
restraining bolt back on, Threepio looks at him nervously.
Luke thinks about the bolt for a moment then puts it on the
table. Ben shuffles up and presents Luke with a short handle
with several electronic gadgets attached to it.
BEN I have something here for you. Your father wanted you to have
this when you were old enough, but your uncle wouldn't allow it. He
feared you might follow old Obi-Wan on some damned-fool idealistic
crusade like your father did.
THREEPIO Sir, if you'll not be needing me, I'll close down for
awhile.
LUKE Sure, go ahead.
Ben hands Luke the saber.
LUKE What is it?
BEN Your fathers lightsaber. This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not
as clumsy or as random as a blaster.
Luke pushes a button on the handle. A long beam shoots out
about four feet and flickers there. The light plays across the
ceiling.
BEN An elegant weapon for a more civilized time. For over a thousand
generations the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice
in the Old Republic. Before the dark times, before the Empire.
Luke hasn't really been listening.
LUKE How did my father die?
BEN A young Jedi named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine until he
turned to evil, helped the Empire hunt down and destroy the Jedi
Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father. Now the Jedi are all
but extinct. Vader was seduced by the dark side of the Force.
LUKE The Force?
BEN Well, the Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It's an energy
field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us.
It binds the galaxy together.
Artoo makes beeping sounds.
BEN Now, let's see if we can't figure out what you are, my little
friend. And where you come from.
LUKE I saw part of the message he was...
Luke is cut short as the recorded image of the beautiful
young Rebel princess is projected from Artoo's face.
BEN I seem to have found it.
Luke stops his work as the lovely girl's image flickers
before his eyes.
LEIA General Kenobi, years ago you served my father in the Clone
Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire.
I regret that I am unable to present my father's request to you in
person, but my ship has fallen under attack and I'm afraid my mission
to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2
unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid
safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope.
There is a little static and the transmission is cut short.
Old Ben leans back and scratches his head. He silently puffs
on a tarnished chrome water pipe. Luke has stars in his eyes.
BEN You must learn the ways of the Force if you're to come with me to
Alderaan.
LUKE (laughing) Alderaan? I'm not going to Alderaan. I've got to go
home. It's late, I'm in for it as it is.
BEN I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I'm getting too old
for this sort of thing.
LUKE I can't get involved! I've got work to do! It's not that I like
the Empire. I hate it! But there's nothing I can do about it right
now. It's such a long way from here.
BEN That's your uncle talking.
LUKE (sighing) Oh, God, my uncle. How am I ever going to explain
this?
BEN Learn about the Force, Luke.
LUKE Look, I can take you as far as Anchorhead. You can get a
transport there to M os Eisley or wherever you're going.
BEN You must do what you feel is right, of course.
EXTERIOR SPACE.
An Imperial Stardestroyer heads toward the evil planet-like
battle station the Death Star!
INTERIOR DEATH STAR -- CONFERENCE ROOM.
Eight Imperial senators and generals sit around a black
conference table. Imperial stormtroopers stand guard around
the room. Commander Tagge, a young, slimy-looking general, is
speaking.
TAGGE Until this battle station is fully operational we are
vulnerable. The Rebel Alliance is too well equipped. They're more
dangerous than you realize.
The bitter Admiral Motti twists nervously in his chair.
MOTTI Dangerous to your starfleet, Commander, not to this battle
station!
TAGGE The Rebellion will continue to gain a support in the Imperial
Senate as long as....
Suddenly all heads turn as Commander Tagge's speech is cut
short and the Grand Moff Tarkin, governor of the Imperial
outland regions, enters. He is followed by his powerful ally,
The Sith Lord, Darth Vader. All of the generals stand and bow
before the thin, evil-looking governor as he takes his place
at the head of the table. The Dark Lord stands behind him.
TARKIN The Imperial Senate will no longer be of any concern to us.
I've just received word that the Emperor has dissolved the council
permanently. The las
t remnants of the Old Republic have been swept
away.
TAGGE That's impossible! How will the Emperor maintain control
without the bureaucracy?
TARKIN The regional governors now have direct control over
territories. Fear will keep the local systems in line. Fear of this
battle station.
TAGGE And what of the Rebellion? If the Rebels have obtained a
complete technical readout of this station, it is possible, however
unlikely, that they might find a weakness and exploit it.
VADER The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.
MOTTI Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would be a
useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. This
station is now the ultimate power in the universe. I suggest we use
it!
VADER Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've
constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to
the power of the Force.
MOTTI Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader.