Star Wars

Did you hear that?

They shut down the main reactor. We'll be destroyed for sure.

This is madness.

We're doomed.

There'll be no escape for the Princess this time.

What's that?

R2-d2, where are you?

At last. Where have you been?

They're heading in this direction. What are we going to do?

We'll be sent to the spice mines of kessel or smashed into who knows what.

Wait a minute. Where are you going?

The death star plans are not in the main computer.

Where are those transmissions you intercepted?

What have you done with those plans?

We intercepted no transmissions.

This is a consular ship. We're on a diplomatic mission.

If this is a consular ship, where is the ambassador?

Commander, tear this ship apart until you've found those plans!

And bring me the passengers! I want them alive!

There's one. Set for stun.

She'll be all right.

Inform lord vader we have a prisoner.

Hey. You're not permitted in there. It's restricted.

You'll be deactivated for sure.

Don't call me a mindless philosopher, you ovenneight glob of grease.

Come out, before somebody sees you.

Secret mission? What plans?

What are you talking about? I'm not getting in there.

I'm going to regret this.

- There goes another one. - Hold your fire. There's no life-forms.

It must have short-circuited.

That's funny. The damage doesn't look as bad from out here.

Are you sure this thing is safe?

Darth Vader. Only you could be so bold.

The imperial senate will not sit still for this.

When they hear you've attacked...

Don't act so surprised, your highness.

You weren't on any mercy mission this time.

Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by rebel spies.

I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm a member of the imperial senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan.

You are part of the rebel alliance and a traitor.

Take her away!

Holding her is dangerous.

If word of this gets out, it could generate

sympathy for the rebellion in the senate.

I have traced the rebel spies to her.

Now she is my only link to finding their secret base.

She'll die before she'll tell you anything.

Leave that to me.

Send a distress signal, and then inform the senate that all aboard were killed.

Lord vader, the battle station plans are not aboard this ship

and no transmissions were made.

An escape pod was jettisoned during the fighting,

but no life-forms were aboard.

She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod.

Send a detachment down to retrieve them.

See to it personally, commander.

There'll be no one to stop us this time.

Yes, sir.

How did we get into this mess?

I really don't know how.

We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life.

I've got to rest before I fall apart. Myjoints are almost frozen.

What a desolate place this is.

Where do you think you're going?

Well, I'm not going that way.

It's much too rocky.

This way is much easier.

What makes you think there are settlements over there?

Don't get technical with me.

What mission? What are you talking about?

I've just about had enough of you.

Go that way.

You'll be malfunctioning within a day, you nearsighted scrap pile.

And don't let me catch you following me, begging for help

because you won't get it.

No more adventures.

I'm not going that way.

That malfunctioning little twerp. This is all his fault.

He tricked me into going this way,

but he'll do no better.

Wait. What's that?

A transport. I'm saved.

Over here!

Hey! Hey!

Help! Please help!

R2?

R2-d2, it is you! It is you!

Someone was in the pod. The tracks go off in this direction.

Look, sir. Droids.

We stopped.

Wake up. Wake up!

We're doomed.

Do you think they'll melt us down?

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Will this never end?

- Fine. Let's go. - Beru: Luke!

Luke!

Luke, tell your uncle if he gets a translator, be sure it speaks bocce.

Doesn't look like we have much choice, but I'll remind him.

Yeah, we'll take that red one.

No, not that one.

You. I suppose you're programmed for etiquette and protocol.

Protocol? Why, it's my primary function, sir.

I am well-versed in all the customs...

- I have no need for a protocol droid. - Of course you haven't, sir.

Not in an environment such as this. That's why I have been programmed...

What I need is a droid who understands

the binary language of moisture vaporators.

Vaporators? Sir, my firstjob was programming binary load lifters,

very similar to your vaporators in most respects.

Can you speak bocce?

Of course I can, sir. It's like a second language to me.

- All right. Shut up. I'll take this one. - C-3po: Shutting up, sir.

Owen: Luke!

Take these two over to the garage, will you?

I want them cleaned up before dinner.

But I was going into tosche station to pick up some power converters.

You can waste time with your friends when your chores are done.

Now come on. Get to it.

All right. Come on.

And the red one. Come on.

Well, come on, red. Let's go.

- Uncle Owen. - Yeah?

This r2 unit has a bad motivator. Look.

Hey, what are you trying to push on us?

Excuse me, sir, but that r2 unit is in prime condition, a real bargain.

- Uncle Owen? What about that one? - Yeah?

What about that blue one? We'll take that one.

Take this away.

You'll be pleased with that one, sir.

He really is in first-class condition. I've worked with him before.

Here he comes.

Okay. Let's go.

Now, don't you forget this.

Why I should stick my neck out for you is quite beyond my capacity.

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.

It just isn't fair.

Biggs is right. I'm never gonna get out of here.

Is there anything I might do to help?

No, not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest,

or teleport me off this rock.

I don't think so, sir.

I'm only a droid and not very knowledgeable about such things.

Not on this planet, anyway.

As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure which planet I'm on.

Well, if there's a bright center to the universe,

you're on the planet that it's farthest from.

I see, sir.

- You can call me Luke. - I see, sir Luke.

Just Luke.

And I am c-3po, human-cyborg relations.

And this is my counterpart, r2-d2.

Hello.

You got a lot of carbon scoring here.

Looks like you boys have seen a lot of action.

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.

You know of the rebellion against the empire?

That's how we came to be in your service,

if you take my meaning, sir.

- Have you been in many battles? - 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, anyway.

Well, my little friend,

you got something jammed in here real good.

Were you on a starcruiser or...

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.

What's this?

"What is what"? He asked you a question. What is that?

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.

Oh. He says it's nothing, sir, merely a malfunction.

Old data. Pay it no mind.

Who is she? She's beautiful.

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

I think she was a passenger on our last voyage.

A person of some importance, I believe.

- Our captain was... - Is there any more to this recording?

Behave yourself, r2. You're going to get us into trouble.

It's all right. You can trust him. He's our new master.

You're my only hope.

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 all we've been through,

this little r2 unit has become a bit eccentric.

Obi-Wan Kenobi. Iwonder if he means old Ben Kenobi.

I beg your pardon, sir, but do you know what he's talking about?

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.

I wonder who she is.