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 starpilot 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
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 starpilot 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
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