The Star Wars Musical

[Grey_Wolf]

We have the familiar scene as the Rebel craft is being shot up and then the Star Destroyer hovers into view from sharp tip to beengined rear.


Inside…

The rebels cavort around singing:
(Judas Priest's Burn in Hell)

Speak to me
Of those days i won't forget
Your worst dreams
Has just returned - to pay you back
I'm still laughing
There's not much else i can do
But one's thing's certain
I'm coming back for you

Have you got a gun
Do you remember well
Who you used it on
It's time to burn in hell

Say my name
I can hear you whisper
Not to blame?
You are going to blister
Scream in the night
I've been counting the days
It's so amusing
To see you again

Have you got a gun
Do you remember well
Who d'ya use it on
You're going to burn in hell
Die
Why?
Time to pay the price
Kill
I will
Have my sacrifice

Plead
With fear
I am getting near

[Grey_Wolf]

While the damaged rebelcraft is being pulled into the cargobay of the Destroyer two robots watch the insane cavorting of the Rebels and and the more verbal one sings a song of his own:
(Fleetwood Mac's Heroes are hard to find)

Girls you know
When you're in the mood
(in the mood)
You may meet a man
Can't do anything good
(nothing good)
But you've got to pity him
And ty to understand
(understand)
That a hero, a hero is so hard to find

When he takes you
For his love
(for his love)
And he tries to tell you
That there is'nt any other
(don't believe him)
Oh, he may kiss you
And tell you he'll miss you
(such a shame)
But don't forget, a hero is so hard to find

When he says hello
Don't forget they're all the same
(you know they're all the same)

You may end up sitting all alone
And with yourself to blame
Oh, don't you let him

So when he tells you
You've got diamonds in your eyes
(he's just lying)
Don't get carried away
Cause you know he's selling you lies
(he's just lying)
So when you get the feeling
The man you've got's no good
He's no good
Well just remember, a hero is so hard to find
Well just remember, a hero is so hard to find

Heroes, heroes are hard to find
Heroes, heroes are hard to find
Heroes, heroes are hard to find
Heroes, heroes are hard to find...

[Grey_Wolf]

As the imperial troopers enter the cut up door to the rebel ship they chant in choir a very appropriate song:
(ABBA's The Winner Takes It All )

I don't wanna talk
About the things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking i belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking i'd be strong there
But i was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain

Why should i complain.

But tell me does she kiss
Like i used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know i miss you
But what can i say
Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And i understand
You've come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all......

[Grey_Wolf]

Meanwhile, the tall droid, C3PO, had been looking for his squat friend. Soon spotting him further down the side-corridor in the company of, he couldn't make it out, a female figure, soon revealed to be a stunning beauty.
He sighs most unrobotically and sings the following:
(Beauty Queen by 98 Mute)

Pretty face, simple mind.
Take a look what's inside.
Sugar coated shell, as sweet as cake.
But you're as smart as a frosted flake.
Since you were born you've always been a beauty queen.
Every single little school girls fantasy.
Every night you wake me up in my wet dream.
But you're talented enough for porno magazines.
Fashion girl, a living lie.
Painted face, airbrushed thighs.
Pay you millions, though you're talentless.
It makes me wish i had tits.
But what will you do when your glory days are over?
Will you find yourself asking what's left for me?

And what will you do when your torch has finally burned out?
Who will you turn to and where will you be?
And will you cry when you go to sleep at night knowing that your entire life has been skin deep?
Who's gonna be your faceless partner to swim with you in your shallow waters who will be your victim who will you bleed?
Beauty queen, one of a kind.
Fashion world's left you behind.
What's left for you?
What have you got?
Just memories and a place to rot.

[Grey_Wolf]

At this moment Darth Vader enters the crippled ship begins a intricate step routine all the while humming Fly Me To Moon. and the troopers sing:

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me
Fill my life with song

And let me sing forevermore
You are all i hope for
All i worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words i love you

[Grey_Wolf]

After that nasty scene with throwing of the rebel officer Vader orders his troopers to look for the passengers.

The troopers, sighing and muttering that they have already done all the work begins to sing:
(It's hard day's night by Beatles)

It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright

You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things
And it's worth it just to hear you say you're going to give me everything
So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you alone
You know I feel ok

When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight

Owww!

So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you alone
You know I feel ok

When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah

It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
You know I feel alright
You know I feel alright...

[Grey_Wolf]

The female passenger hides in a side-corridor and is found by the troopers and tries to flee, but is shot with a stunray.

The troopers picks her up and as they troop off they merrily trill:

We're off to see the wizard,
The wonderful wizard of oz.
We hear he is a wiz of a wiz
If ever a wiz there was.

If ever, oh ever, a wiz there was,
The wizard of oz is one because,
Because, because, because, because, because--
Because of the wonderful things he does.

We're off to see the wizard,
The wonderful wizard of oz.

[Grey_Wolf]

C3PO and R2D2 has successfully escaped to a sidecorridor where the escapepods are located.

THREEPIO: Hey, you're not permitted in there. It's restricted. You'll
be deactivated for sure..

Artoo beeps something to him.

THREEPIO: Don't call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of
grease! Now come out before somebody sees you.

Artoo whistles something at his reluctant friend regarding
the mission he is about to perform.

THREEPIO: Secret mission? What plans? What are you talking about? I'm
not getting in there!

Artoo isn't happy with Threepio's stubbornness, and he beeps
and twangs angrily.

A new explosion, this time very close, sends dust and debris
through the narrow subhallway. Flames lick at Threepio and,
after a flurry of electronic swearing from Artoo, the lanky
robot jumps into the lifepod.

THREEPIO: I'm going to regret this. Humming a little tune:
(My Only Regret by Blues Traveller)

Please let me speak of my only regret
Let me speak of the girl that i'm sure you've all met
A kind with the earth like a dream that you've had
Terribly happy and wonderfully sad
This dream got to know me when i was in school
She made me look silly while i tried to act cool

She asked me to dance and i flatly refused
For my perpetual fear of being abused
She brushed me once more, and i turned away
So i can't help but wonder, what if i'd stayed

Devoid of a purpose, devoid of a place
I muster my courage by the smile on her face
I'm not used to people didn't know who they were
It needed a reason so i'd do it all for her
To pry for a meeting, how secretly i dreamed
Song and dance to hide, how easily it screamed

She asked me to dance and i flatly refused
For my perpetual fear of being abused
She brushed me once more, and i turned away
But i can't help but wonder, what if i'd stayed

Soon i wound up in a rock and roll band
A conquested number part of my total plan
One night we played for many, but i played for one
She'd not yet arrived and soon we'd be done
We finished too early and another band was on
My hopes for impressing this girl were gone

She asked me to dance and i flatly refused

For my perpetual fear of being abused
She brushed me once more, and i turned away
But i can't help but wonder, what if i'd stayed

She got there soon after and to my surprise
She walked right up to me with those beautiful eyes
She tried conversation, i tried to be bold
I came off indifferent, my manner was cold
I could see i was tired, perhaps unprepared
But the truth of the matter, i was too damn scared

You see she asked me to dance and i flatly refused
For my perpetual fear of being abused
She brushed me once more, and i turned away
But i can't help but wonder, what if i'd stayed

In different directions our two lives have led
And though not with her, but with thoughts in my head
Regrets can be scary, they can choke like a noose
But i also believe they can be put to good use
So follow your views, but be sure that they're yours
And try them out in real life, cause that's what they're for

She asked me to dance and i flatly refused
My perpetual fear of being abused
She brushed me once more, and i turned away
But i can't help but wonder, to this very day

The next time the girl of your dreams asks to dance
Put your dreams on the shelf and just give it a chance

[Grey_Wolf]

Luke blasts into Anchorhead powerstation, singing this, after having seen the spacebattle:

When you're a Jet,
You're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin' day.

When you're a Jet,
If the spit hits the fan,
You got brothers around,
You're a family man!

You're never alone,
You're never disconnected!
You're home with your own:
When company's expected,
You're well protected!

Then you are set
With a capital J,
Which you'll never forget
Till they cart you away.
When you're a Jet,
You stay a Jet!

[hectorberlioz]

hahahaha ...A Star Wars West Side Story! That would be great fun.

And here's a bit of Gilbert & Sullivan for an evil turned Luke.

I mean to rule the planet
as he the galaxy,
we really know our worth,
that Vader and I

[Grey_Wolf]

FIXER: Did I hear a young noise blast through here?

CAMIE: It was just wormie on another rampage.

Luke bounces into a small room behind the office where Deak
and Windy, two tough boys about the same age as Luke, are
playing a computer pool-like game with Biggs, a burly,
handsome boy a few years older than the rest. His flashy city
attire is a sharp contrast to the loose-fitting tunics of the
farm boys. A robot repairs some equipment in the background.

LUKE: Shape it up you guys!.... Biggs?

Luke's surprise at the appearance of Biggs gives way to
great joy and emotion. They give each other a great bear hug.

LUKE: I didn't know you were back! When did you get in?

BIGGS: Just now. I wanted to surprise you, hot shot. I thought you'd be
here...certainly didn't expect you to be out working. (he laughs.)

LUKE: The Academy didn't change you much...but you're back so soon?
Hey, what happened, didn't you get your commission?

Biggs has an air of cool that seems slightly phony.

BIGGS: Of course I got it. Signed aboard The Rand Ecliptic last week.
First mate Biggs Darklighter at your service...(he salutes)...I just
came to say good-bye to all you unfortunate landlocked simpletons.

Everyone laughs. The dazzling spectacle of his dashing
friend is almost too much for Luke, but suddenly he snaps out
of it.

LUKE: I almost forgot. There's a battle going on! Right here in our
system. Come and look!

DEAK: Not again! Forget it.

EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ANCHORHEAD -- SETTLEMENT -- POWER STATION -- DAY.

The group stumbles out into the stifling desert sun. Camie and
The Fixer complain and are forced to shade their eyes. Luke
has his binoculars out scanning the heavens.

LUKE: There they are!

Biggs takes the binoculars from Luke as the others strain
to see something with the naked eye. Through the binoculars
Biggs sees two small silver specks.

BIGGS: That's no battle, hot shot...they're just sitting there!
Probably a freighter-tanker refueling.

LUKE: But there was a lot of firing earlier...

Camie grabs the binoculars away banging them against the
building in the process. Luke grabs them.

LUKE: Hey, easy with those...

CAMIE: Don't worry about it, Wormie.

The Fixer gives Luke a hard look and the young farm boy
shrugs his shoulders in resignation.

FIXER: I keep telling you, the Rebellion is a long way from here. I
doubt if the Empire would even fight to keep this system. Believe me
Luke, this planet is a big hunk of nothing...

Luke agrees, although it's obvious he isn't sure why. The
group stumbles back into the power station, grumbling about
Luke's ineptitude.

And Luke sings...
(Paint the sky with stars by Enya)

Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo arise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars

Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars

Who has paced the midnight sky?
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?

Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars

Who has paced the midnight sky?
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?

Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.

[Grey_Wolf]

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- HALLWAY

Princess Leia is led down a low-ceilinged hallway by a squad
of armored stormtroopers. Her hands are bound and she is
brutally shoved when she is unable to keep up with the briskly
marching troops. They stop in a smoky hallway as Darth Vader
emerges from the shadows. The sinister Dark Lord stares hard
at the frail young senator, but she doesn't move, sings...

LEIA(Should Have Known Better by Ministry): So many years I just suffered through the tears
Knowing one day I'd wake up wishing I had never met her
But as the time goes by my hope keeping playing every day
As I laugh to myself, 'i just should have known better'

There's no more laughter as I think about the other girl
It's a slap in my face as I'm opening her letter
She's doing fine now with two kids and another man
As I cry out loud, 'i just should have known better'

VADER on seeing Leia strikes up another tune (Don't play with my hearth by Modern Talking): Don't play.....
Don't play with my heart

You can stop my heart
Love is here and now you're gone
Oh please, don't tear apart
Baby, i am so alone
We're looking on the same stars
And on the same moon
What have i done to you , lady
Oh, wherever you are - please come back soon
Can't you see i'm waiting for you

Oh, don't play with my heart
Don't do that again
If you tear it apart - i cannot be your friend
Don't play with my heart
Again and again
If you tear it apart

LEIA: I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a member of the
Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan...

VADER: You're a part of the Rebel Alliance...and a traitor. Take her
away!

Leia is marched away down the hallway and into the
smoldering hole blasted in the side of the ship. An Imperial
Commander turns to Vader.

COMMANDER (Holding Her And Loving You by Clay Walker): It's the third hardest thing i'll ever do
Leaving here without you
And the second hardest thing i'll ever do
Is telling her about you

She's been good to me
When things were going rough
How can i tell her now
That good ain't good enough

The hardest thing i'll ever have to do
Is holding her and loving you

If she'd give me one good reason i'd be gone
But she ain't done one thing wrong
So don't expect me just to walk out of the door

I still love her but i love you more

She's been good to me
When things weren't going right
She made my days
Long before you made my nights

The hardest thing i'll ever have to do
Is holding her and loving you

Yeah the hardest thing i'll ever have to do
Is holding her, loving you

Girl the hardest thing i'll ever have to do
Is holding her, loving you

VADER: I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link
to find their secret base!

COMMANDER: She'll die before she tells you anything.

VADER: Leave that to me. Send a distress signal and then inform the
senate that all aboard were killed!

[Grey_Wolf]

EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT.

Jundland, or "No Man's Land", where the rugged desert mesas
meet the foreboding dune sea. The two helpless astro-droids
kick up clouds of sand as they leave the lifepod and clumsily
work their way across the desert wasteland. The lifepod in the
distance rests half buried in the sand.

THREEPIO: How did I get into this mess? I really don't know how. We
seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life.

Miserable he sings....
(What Did I Get Myself Into by Kyle Riabko )

Every day was filled with all the love and happiness
I could find in my life
There was nothing I could miss
It was easy
Easy

I had found the one before
I even knew her name
I was sure that when she left me
I would never feel the same
It was easy
Easy

What did I get myself into
I didn't realize the compromise
I put you through What did
I get myself into
And tell me how to get back into you

Now the reason for the complication's all because of me
I was sure it'd last forever
But I guess
I was naïve
It was easy
Easy

If I was the man, that I make myself to be
I would understand what understanding really means
If you could find it in your heart
To see what I'm going through
Tell me how to get back into you

Artoo answers with beeping sounds.

THREEPIO: I've got to rest before I fall apart. My joints are almost
frozen.

Artoo continues to respond with beeping sounds.

THREEPIO: What a desolate place this is.

Suddenly Artoo whistles, makes a sharp right turn and
starts off in the direction of the rocky desert mesas. Threepio
stops and yells at him.

THREEPIO: Where are you going?

A stream of electronic noises pours forth from the small
robot.

THREEPIO: Well, I'm not going that way. It's much too rocky. This way
is much easier.

Artoo counters with a long whistle.

THREEPIO: What makes you think there are settlements over there?
Artoo continues to make beeping sounds.

THREEPIO: Don't get technical with me.

Artoo continues to make beeping sounds.

THREEPIO: What mission? What are you talking about? I've had just
about enough of you! Go that way! You'll be malfunctioning within a
day, you nearsighted scrap pile!

and then he sings...
My way by Frank Sinatra

and now, the end is near;
And so i face the final curtain.
My friend, i'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which i'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, i've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what i had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, i'm sure you knew
When i bit off more than i could chew.

But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and i stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, i've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think i did all that;
And may i say - not in a shy way,
"no, oh no not me,
I did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows i took the blows -
And did it my way!

Threepio gives the little robot a kick and starts off in
the direction of the vast dune sea.

THREEPIO: And don't let me catch you following me begging for help,
because you won't get it.
(Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying by B4)

Don't let the sun catch you crying
The night's the time for all your tears
Your heart may be broken tonight
But tomorrow in the morning light
Don't let the sun catch you crying

The nighttime shadows disappear
And with that go all your tears, baby
For the morning will bring joy
For every girl and boy
Don't don't don't don't let the sun catch you crying
Oooo baby

You know that crying's not a bad thing
But stop your crying when the birds sing

Oh no no no

Oh yeah
Oooo oooo

Just don't forget that love's just a game
And it can always come again
So don't let the sun catch you crying
Don't let the sun catch you crying, baby

Tomorrow in the morning light
Everything gonna be all right
Tomorrow in the morning light
Everything gonna be all right
Tomorrow in the morning light
Everything gonna be all right
(repeat until fade)

Artoo's reply is a rather rude sound. He turns and trudges
off in the direction of the towering mesas.

THREEPIO: No more adventures. I'm not going that way.

Artoo beeps to himself as he makes his way toward the
distant mountains.

[rohirrim TR]

The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange
foreboding mist and the onimous sounds of unearthly creatures
fill the air. Artoo moves cautiously through the creepy rock
canyon, inadvertently making a loud clicking noise as he goes.
He hears a distant, hard, metallic sound and stops for a
moment. Convinced he is alone, he continues on his way.
In the distance, a pepple tumbles down the steep canyon
wall and a small dark figure darts into the shadows. A little
further up the canyon a slight flicker of light reveals a pair
of eyes in the dark recesses only a few feet from the narrow
path.
The unsuspecting robot waddles along the rugged trail until
suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful magnetic ray shoots out
of the rocks and engulfs him in an eerie glow. He manages one
short electronic squeak before he topples over onto his back.
His bright computer lights flicker off, then on, then off
again. Out of the rocks scurry three Jawas, no taller than
Artoo. They holster strange and complex weapons as they
cautiously approach the robot. They wear grubby cloaks and
their faces are shrouded so only their glowing eyes can be
seen. They hiss and make odd guttural sounds as they heave the
heavy robot onto their shoulders and carry him off down the
trail.

EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET.

The eight Jawas carry Artoo out of the canyon to a huge
tank-like vehicle the size of a four-story house. They weld a
small disk on the side of Artoo and then put him under a large
tube on the side of the vehicle and the little robot is sucked
into the giant machine.
The filthy little Jawas scurry like rats up small ladders
and enter the main cabin of the behemoth transport.

INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER -- HOLD AREA.

It is dim inside the hold area of the Sandcrawler. Artoo
switches on a small floodlight on his forehead and stumbles
around the scrap heap. The narrow beam swings across rusty
metal rocket parts and an array of grotesquely twisted and
maimed astro-robots. He lets out a pathetic electronic whimper
and stumbles off toward what appears to be a door at the end
of the chamber.

INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER -- PRISON AREA.

Artoo enters a wide room with a four-foot ceiling. In the
middle of the scrap heap sit a dozen or so robots of various
shapes and sizes. Some are engaged in electronic conversation,
while others simply mill about. A voice of recognition calls
out from the gloom.

(Relient k)
And all of us we will endure
Just like we always have
But you just can't be too sure
How long this will last

Cause we control the chaos
In the back of our minds
Our problems seem so small
But the grow on us like gravity
But gravity still makes us fall

[Grey_Wolf]

THREEPIO: Artoo-Detoo! It's you! It's you!
(For me it's you by Train)

If I ever find truth I'm gonna let you know
If I ever find faith I'm gonna sit in every bit of its afterglow
If I ever find a way to bring love here today
You better bet your life that this is what I'll say
Give it if you've got it
Get it if you don't

Take my hand in the meantime
And let's walk into the sunshine
Everybody got something that they want to sing about, laugh about, cry about
It's true
For me it's you

Give it away, give it away, give it away
If it's something that you got layin' round your house
Man let me tell ya if ain't a kiss
It's something you'll never miss
Give it to somebody that don't have a thing layin' round like a prayer or a sweet sound
Give it if you've got it
Get it if you don't

Take my hand in the meantime
Let's walk into the sunshine
Everybody got something that they want to sing about, laugh about, cry about

A battered Threepio scrambles up to Artoo and embraces him.

EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET.

The enormous Sandcrawler lumbers off toward the magnificent
twin suns, which are slowly setting over a distant mountain
ridge.

EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT -- DAY.

Four Imperial stormtroopers mill about in front of the half-
buried lifepod that brought Artoo and Threepio to Tatooine. A
trooper yells to an officer some distance away.

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

A second trooper picks a small bit of metal out of the sand
and gives it to the first trooper.

SECOND TROOPER: Look, sir -- droids.

EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DUNES.

The Sandcrawler moves slowly down a great sand dune.

INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER.

Threepio and Artoo noisily bounce along inside the cramped
prison chamber. Artoo appears to be shut off.

THREEPIO: Wake up! Wake up!
(Wake Me Up Before You Go-go by George Michael)

You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high
When your loving starts
A jitterbug into my brain
Till my feet do the same

But something's bugging me
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
You left me sleeping in my bed
I was dreaming but i should have been with you instead

Chorus:
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't wanna miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'cos i'm not planning on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go

Take me dancing tonight

You put the grey skies out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than doris day
Turned a bright spark into a flame
My beats per minute never been the same

'cos you're my lady
I'm your fool
It makes me crazy when you act so cruel
Come on baby lets not fight
We'll go dancing
Everything wiil be alright

Chorus:

Cuddle up baby, move in tight
We'll go dancing tomorrow night
It's cold out there but it's warm in bed
They can dance
We'll stay at home instead

Chorus to fade

[rohirrim TR]

THREEPIO: Wake up! Wake up!

Suddenly the shaking and bouncing of the Sandcrawler stops,
creating quite a commotion among the mechanical men.
Threepio's fist bangs the head of Artoo whose computer lights
pop on as he begins beeping. At the far end of the long
chamber a hatch opens, filling the chamber with blinding white
light. a dozen or so Jawas make their way through the odd
assortment of robots.

THREEPIO: We're doomed.

A Jawa starts moving toward them.

THREEPIO: Do you think they'll melt us down?

Artoo responds, making beeping sounds.

THREEPIO: Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Will this never end?

(Pillar, Hypnotized)
It's been far too long, we've known all along
This was going on, can't seem to respond to anything, so, we carry on
With our lives, we rewind, we can't find, we deny
The simple fact that we haven't done anything
Doesn't mean that we can't start offering
Why do we feel so far? It's like we're seeing stars
Why does it seem so hard to wake up now and see who we really are?

So, let go
Don't follow

Where do we go from here?
How did it disappear?
It's hard to see with our own eyes
These times (these lies)
We've been hypnotized

I think it's time we try to open up our eyes
Look away from the very thing that's made us cry
We're hypnotized, and you'll see the real me
Luckily, it can't be stopped
If the tick-tock of life isn't all that you got
So, come ready or not
Wake up, it's your last shot

So, come to
And redo

Wake up now, wake up now
So, wake up now, wake up now
So, wake up now
It's been far too long
How can we not go wrong?
Now, it's been far too long
How can we not go wrong again?

[Grey_Wolf]

EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT -- LARS HOMESTEAD -- AFTERNOON.

The Jawas mutter gibberish as they busily line up their
battered captives, including Artoo and Threepio, in front of
the enormous Sandcrawler, which is parked beside a small
homestead consisting of three large holes in the ground
surrounded by several tall moisture vaporators and one small
adobe block house.
The Jawas scurry around fussing over the robots,
straightening them up or brushing some dust from a dented
metallic elbow. The shrouded little creatures smell horribly,
attracting small insects to the dark areas when their mouths
and nostrils should be.
Out of the shadows of a dingy side-building limps Owen
Lars, a large burly man in his mid-fifties. His reddish eyes
are sunken in a dust-covered face. As the farmer carefully
inspects each robot, he is closely followed by his slump-
shouldered nephew, Luke Skywalker. One of the vile little
Jawas walks ahead of the farmer spouting an animated sales
pitch in a queer, unintelligible language.
A voice calls out from one of the huge holes that form the
homestead. Luke goes over to the edge and sees his Aunt Beru
standing in the main courtyard.

BERU: Luke, tell Owen that if he gets a translator to be sure it
speaks Bocce.

LUKE: It looks like we don't have much of a choice but I'll remind
him.

Luke returns to his uncle as they look over the equipment
for sale with the Jawa leader.

OWEN: I have no need for a protocol droid.

THREEPIO: (quickly) Sir -- not in an environment such as this --
that's why I've also been programmed for over thirty secondary
functions that...

OWEN: What I really need is a droid that understands the binary
language of moisture vaporators.

THREEPIO: Vaporators! Sir -- My first job was programming binary load
lifter...very similar to your vaporators. You could say...

OWEN: Do you speak Bocce?

THREEPIO: Of course I can, sir. It's like a second language for
me...I'm as fluent in Bocce...

OWEN: All right shut up! (turning to Jawa) I'll take this one.

THREEPIO: Shutting up, sir.

OWEN: Luke, take these two over to the garage, will you? I want you to
have both of them cleaned up before dinner.

LUKE: But I was going into Toshi Station to pick up some power
converters...

OWEN: You can waste time with your friends when your chores are done.
Now come on, get to it!

LUKE: All right, come on! And the red one, come on. Well, come on,
Red, let's go.

As the Jawas start to lead the three remaining robots
back into the Sandcrawler, Artoo lets out a pathetic little
beep and starts after his old friend Threepio. He is
restrained by a slimy Jawa, who zaps him with a control box.

Owen is negotiating with the head Jawa. Luke and the two
robots start off for the garage when a plate pops off the head
of the red astro-droid's head plate and it sparks wildly.

LUKE: Uncle Owen...

OWEN: Yeah?

LUKE: This R2 unit has a bad motivator. Look!

OWEN: (to the head Jawa) Hey, what're you trying to push on us?

The Jawa goes into a loud spiel. Meanwhile, Artoo has
sneaked out of line and is moving up and down trying to
attract attention. He lets out with a low whistle. Threepio
taps Luke on the shoulder.

THREEPIO: (pointing to Artoo) Excuse me, sir, but that R2 unit is in
prime condition. A real bargain.

LUKE: Uncle Owen...

OWEN: Yeah?

LUKE: What about that one?

OWEN: (to Jawa) What about that blue one? We'll take that one.

With a little reluctance the scruffy dwarf trades the
damaged astro-droid for Artoo.

LUKE: Yeah, take it away.

THREEPIO: Uh, I'm quite sure you'll be very pleased with that one,
sir. He really is in first-class condition. I've worked with him
before. Here he comes.

Owen pays off the whining Jawa as Luke and the two robots
trudge off toward a grimy homestead entry.

LUKE: Okay, let's go.

THREEPIO: (to Artoo) Now, don't you forget this! Why I should stick my
neck out for you is quite beyond my capacity!" turns around and hums...
(Helping Hand by Amy Grant)

Chorus:
Everybody needs a helping hand
Take a look at your fellow man
And tell me what can i do today
'cause everybody needs a helping out
If that ain't what it's all about
Tell me what
What can i do
What can i do today

We've all seen trouble from time to time
There is a mountain ahead
I've got no strength to climb, hey
If you're feeling that you're strong
Reach out to me
I hope this journey won't take long
But won't you please
Have mercy

(repeat chorus)

What can i do today

I'm talking 'bout the soul all alone
Needing the daily bread
Someplace to lay his head, yeah, hey
And i'm talking about the neighbor on your street
Won't you look him in the eye

Take time to speak
That's mercy, yeah, 'cause...

(repeat chorus)

Love one another
Sister and brother
Love is the only way, hey

(repeat chorus twice)

What can i do today
Everybody needs a helpin', helpin'
Everybody needs a helping hand
Everybody needs a helpin', helpin'
Everybody needs a helping hand

Everybody needs a helping hand
Everybody needs it, oh, everybody needs it
Everybody needs a helping hand
Oh, everybody needs it, oh, yeah, oh, everybody needs it
Oh, yeah, everybody needs a helping hand
Everybody needs it, oh, everybody needs it
Everybody needs a helping hand
Everybody needs it

[rohirrim TR]

INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- GARAGE AREA -- LATE AFTERNOON.

The garage is cluttered and worn, but a friendly peaceful
atmosphere permeates the low grey chamber. Threepio lowers
himself into a large tub filled with warm oil. Near the
battered Landspeeder little Artoo rests on a large battery
with a cord to his face.

THREEPIO: 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!

Artoo beeps a muffled reply. Luke seems to be lost in
thought as he runs his hand over the damaged fin of a small
two-man Skyhopper spaceship resting in a low hangar off the
garage. Finally Luke's frustrations get the better of him and
he slams a wrench across the workbench.

LUKE: It just isn't fair. Oh, Biggs is right. I'm never gonna get out
of here!

THREEPIO: Is there anything I might do to help?

Luke glances at the battered robot. A bit of his anger
drains and a tiny smile creeps across his face.

LUKE: Well, not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or
teleport me off this rock!

THREEPIO: I don't think so, sir. I'm only a droid and not very
knowledgeable about such things. Not on this planet, anyways. As a
matter of fact, I'm not even sure which planet I'm on.

LUKE: Well, if there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the
planet that it's farthest from.

THREEPIO: I see, sir.

LUKE: Uh, you can call me Luke.

THREEPIO: I see, sir Luke.

LUKE: (laughing) Just Luke.

THREEPIO: And I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg relations, and this is
my counterpart, Artoo-Detoo.

LUKE: Hello.

Artoo beeps in response. Luke unplugs Artoo and begins to
scrape several connectors on the robot's head with a chrome
pick. Threepio climbs out of the oil tub and begins wiping oil
from his bronze body.

LUKE: You got a lot of carbon scoring here. It looks like you boys
have seen a lot of action.

THREEPIO: 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.

LUKE: You know of the Rebellion against the Empire?

THREEPIO: That's how we came to be in your service, if you take my
meaning, sir.

LUKE: Have you been in many battles?

THREEPIO: 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, anyways.

Luke struggles to remove a small metal fragment from Artoo's
neck joint. He uses a larger pick.

LUKE: Well, my little friend, you've got something jammed in here real
good. Were you on a cruiser or...

The fragment breaks loose with a snap, sending Luke
tumbling head over heels. He sits up and sees a twelve-inch
three-dimensional hologram of Leia Organa, the Rebel senator,
being projected from the face of little Artoo. The image is a
rainbow of colors as it flickers and jiggles in the dimly lit
garage. Luke's mouth hangs open in awe.

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

LUKE: What's this?

Artoo looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer for
Threepio to translate. Leia continues to repeat the sentence
fragment over and over.

THREEPIO: What is what?!? He asked you a question...(pointing to Leia)
What is that?

Artoo whistles his surprise as he pretends to just notice
the hologram. He looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer
for Threepio to translate. Leia continues to repeat the
sentence fragment over and over.

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

THREEPIO: Oh, he says it's nothing, sir. Merely a malfunction. Old
data. Pay it no mind.

Luke becomes intrigued by the beautiful girl.
(you're beutiful James Blunt)

My life is brilliant

*Musical Pause*

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the (hologram)subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

(Chorus):
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause Ill never be with you.

Yes, she caught my eye,
As I walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,

But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

(Chorus):
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful it's true
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause Ill never be with you.

(La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la, Laaah)

(Chorus):
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel, with a smile on her face,
When she thought that I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

[Grey_Wolf]

LUKE: Who is she? She's beautiful.

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

LEIA: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi...

THREEPIO: I think she was a passenger on our last voyage. A person of
some importance, sir -- I believe. Our captain was attached to...

LUKE: Is there more to this recording?

Luke reaches out for Artoo but he lets out several frantic
squeaks and a whistle.

THREEPIO: Behave yourself, Artoo. You're going to get us in trouble.
It's all right, you can trust him. He's our new master.

Artoo whistles and beeps a long message to Threepio.

THREEPIO: 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 what we've been through, this little R2 unit has
become a bit eccentric.

LUKE: Obi-Wan Kenobi? I wonder if he means old Ben Kenobi?

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

LUKE: Well, 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.

Luke's gazes at the beautiful young princess for a few
moments.

LUKE: I wonder who she is. It sounds like she's in trouble. I'd better
play back the whole thing.

Artoo beeps something to Threepio.

THREEPIO: He says the restraining bolt has short circuited his
recording system. He suggests that if you remove the bolt, he might be
able to play back the entire recording.

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 you're carrying inside your rusty
innards!" and gets so annoyed he begins to sing...
(Message in a bottle by Police)

Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh
Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before i fall into despair, oh

I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

A year has passed since i wrote my note
But i should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life but
Love can break your heart
I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my

Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Walked out this morning, don't believe what i saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems i'm not alone at being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s...

[Grey_Wolf]

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.

INTERIOR: 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 old 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 old 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.

EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD.

The giant twin suns of Tatooine slowly disappear behind a
distant dune range. Luke stands watching them for a few
moments, feeling that he ain't going anywhere soon he sings...

(Going Nowhere by Andrea Parker)

Through the stained glass window
Pictures in my mind
Dissolving in a jet
Taking time to rewind

New direction
Passagers in the dark
Shadows from below
Leaving a mark

Going nowhere (repeat)

Apart from the obvious

Nothing is what it seems
Silence between the light
Of a hidden ??scene/seem/seed/seize??

New direction
Lost connections to the past
Going nowhere
Moving too far

Going nowhere (repeat)

...then reluctantly enters the doomed entrance to thehomestead.