STAR WARS A NEW HOPE SCRIPT PDF
Star Wars () aka Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope movie script Screenplays, movie scripts and transcripts organized alphabetically. Star Wars: A New Hope Script. IMSDb opinion. None available IMSDb rating. Not available. Average user rating ( out of 10). STAR WARS Episode IV A NEW HOPE From the JOURNAL OF THE WHILLS by George Lucas Revised Fourth Draft January 15,
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STAR WARS: EPISODE V. "THE EMPIRE fighters led by Luke Skywalker has established a new secret base on the .. weak to abandon all hope. Leia nods. Screenplay Genre: Action / Adventure / Fantasy / Sci-Fi. Movie Time: minutes . 1. INCITING INCIDENT. On the planet Tatooine, the Jawas. You can actually buy a copy of the screenplay but until about years ago, Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope ( movie) How can I download PDF?.
The little R2 unit makes a series of electronic sounds that only another robot could understand. Artoo continues making beeping sounds.
Tension mounts as loud metallic latches clank and the scream of heavy equipment are heard moving around the outside hull of the ship.
The smaller Rebel ship is being drawn into the underside dock of the giant Imperial starship. Suddenly a tremendous blast opens up a hole in the main passageway and a score of fearsome armored spacesuited stormtroopers make their way into the smoke-filled corridor.
In a few minutes the entire passageway is ablaze with laserfire. The deadly bolts ricochet in wild random patterns creating huge explosions. Stormtroopers scatter and duck behind storage lockers. Laserbolts hit several Rebel soldiers who scream and stagger through the smoke, holding shattered arms and faces. An explosion hits near the robots. Artoo counters with an angry rebuttal as the battle rages around the two hapless robots.
The tremendous heat of two huge twin suns settle on a lone figure, Luke Skywalker, a farm boy with heroic aspirations who looks much younger than his eighteen years. His shaggy hair and baggy tunic give him the air of a simple but lovable lad with a prize-winning smile. A light wind whips at him as he adjusts several valves on a large battered moisture vaporator which sticks out of the desert floor much like an oil pipe with valves. He is aided by a beatup tread-robot with six claw arms.
The little robot appears to be barely functioning and moves with jerky motions. A bright sparkle in the morning sky catches Luke's eye and he instinctively grabs a pair of electrobinoculars from his utility belt.
He stands transfixed for a few moments studying the heavens, then dashed toward his dented, crudely repaired Landspeeder an auto-like transport that travels a few feet above the ground on a magnetic-field. He motions for the tiny robot to follow him.
LUKE Hurry up! Come with me! What are you waiting for?! Get in gear! The robot scoots around in a tight circle, stops short, and smoke begins to pour out of every joint. Luke throws his arms up in disgust.
Exasperated, the young farm boy jumps into his Landspeeder leaving the smoldering robot to hum madly. This is Darth Vader, right hand of the Emperor.
His face is obscured by his flowing black robes and grotesque breath mask, which stands out next to the fascist white armored suits of the Imperial stormtroopers. Everyone instinctively backs away from the imposing warrior and a deathly quiet sweeps through the Rebel troops. Several of the Rebel troops break and run in a frenzied panic.
Artoo makes beeping sounds. Artoo is nowhere in sight. The pitiful screams of the doomed Rebel soldiers can be heard in the distance. Artoo-Detoo, where are you? A familiar clanking sound attacks Threepio's attention and he spots little Artoo at the end of the hallway in a smoke- filled alcove. A beautiful young girl about sixteen years old stands in front of Artoo.
Surreal and out of place, dreamlike and half hidden in the smoke, she finishes adjusting something on Artoo's computer face, then watches as the little robot joins his companion. Where have you been? Stormtroopers can be heard battling in the distance. What are we going to do? We'll be sent to the spice mine of Kessel or smashed into who knows what! Artoo scoots past his bronze friend and races down the subhallway. Threepio chases after him. Artoo responds with electronic beeps.
Vader squeezes the neck of the Rebel Officer, who struggles in vain. Vader lifts the Rebel off his feet by his throat. This is a consular ship. Were on a diplomatic mission. The Rebel refuses to speak but eventually cries out as the Dark Lord begins to squeeze the officer's throat, creating a gruesome snapping and choking, until the soldier goes limp. Vader tosses the dead soldier against the wall and turns to his troops.
I want her alive! The stormtroopers scurry into the subhallways. The fear in her eyes slowly gives way to anger as the muted crushing sounds of the approaching stormtroopers grow louder. One of the troopers spots her. Set for stun! Leia steps from her hiding place and blasts a trooper with her laser pistol.
She starts to run but is felled by a paralyzing ray. The troopers inspect her inert body. Inform Lord Vader we have a prisoner. He snaps the seal on the main latch and a red warning light begins to flash. The stubby astro-robot works his way into the cramped four-man pod. It's restricted. You'll be deactivated for sure.. Artoo beeps something to him.
Now come out before somebody sees you. Artoo whistles something at his reluctant friend regarding the mission he is about to perform. 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. There are no life forms. It must have been short- circuited. Stars circle as the pod rotates through the galaxy. Artoo beeps an assuring response. Luke pilots his Landspeeder through the dusty empty street of the tiny settlement. An old woman runs to get out of the way of the speeding vehicle, shaking her fist at Luke as he flies past.
They grumbled as he races through the office, yelling wildly. 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! 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? I wanted to surprise you, hot shot. I thought you'd be here Hey, what happened, didn't you get your commission? Biggs has an air of cool that seems slightly phony.
Signed aboard The Rand Ecliptic last week. First mate Biggs Darklighter at your service 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. 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.
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 The Fixer gives Luke a hard look and the young farm boy shrugs his shoulders in resignation.
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. 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.
Only you could be so bold. The Imperial Senate will not sit for this, when they hear you've attacked a diplomatic You weren't on any mercy mission this time. You passed directly through a restricted system. Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by Rebel spies.
I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you. LEIA I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan 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. If word of this gets out, it could generate sympathy for the Rebellion in the senate. Now she is my only link to find their secret base! Send a distress signal and then inform the senate that all aboard were killed!
Another Imperial Officer approaches Vader and the Commander.
They stop and snap to attention. And no transmissions were made. An escape pod was jettisoned during the fighting, but no life forms were aboard.
Vader turns to the Commander. Send a detachment down to retrieve them. See to it personally, Commander. There'll be no one to stop us this time. 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. I really don't know how.
We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life. Artoo answers with beeping sounds. My joints are almost frozen. Artoo continues to respond with beeping sounds. 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. A stream of electronic noises pours forth from the small robot.
It's much too rocky. This way is much easier. Artoo counters with a long whistle. Artoo continues to make beeping sounds. I've had just about enough of you! Go that way!
You'll be malfunctioning within a day, you nearsighted scrap pile! Threepio gives the little robot a kick and starts off in the direction of the vast dune sea.
Artoo's reply is a rather rude sound. He turns and trudges off in the direction of the towering mesas. I'm not going that way. Artoo beeps to himself as he makes his way toward the distant mountains. He looks back in the direction of the now distant rock mesas.
This is all his fault! He tricked me into going this way, but he'll do no better. In a huff of anger and frustration, Threepio knocks the sand from his joints. His plight seems hopeless, when a glint of reflected light in the distance reveals an object moving towards him. A transport! I'm saved! The bronze android waves frantically and yells at the approaching transport. Please, help! Fixer and the others can be heard working inside. LUKE Very animated I was so close I thought I was going to fry my instruments.
As it was I busted up the Skyhopper pretty bad. Uncle Owen was pretty upset. He grounded me for the rest of the season. You should have been there You may be the hottest bushpilot this side of Mos Eisley, but those little Skyhoppers are dangerous. Keep it up, and one day, whammo, you're going to be nothing more than a dark spot on the down side of a canyon wall.
LUKE Look who's talking. Now that you've been around those giant starships you're beginning to sound like my uncle. You've gotten soft in the city It's been so Biggs looks around then leans close to Luke. I shouldn't tell you this, but you're the only one I can trust Luke's eyes are wide with Biggs' seriousness and loyalty.
LUKE What are you talking about? Luke, amazed and stunned, is almost speechless. Are you kidding! You got a mouth bigger than a meteor crater! LUKE I'm sorry. I'm quiet. You can barely hear me Biggs shakes his head angrily and then continues. LUKE You're crazy! You could wander around forever trying to find them. It's what we always talked about.
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Luke, I'm not going to wait for the Empire to draft me into service. The Rebellion is spreading and I want to be on the right side -- the side I believe in. You'll get your chance to get off this rock. LUKE Not likely! I had to cancel my application. There has been a lot of unrest among the Sandpeople since you left LUKE I know, but he's got enough vaporators going to make the place pay off.
He needs me for just one more season. I can't leave him now. What good is all your uncle's work if it's taken over by the Empire? You know they're starting to nationalize commerce in the central systems LUKE It couldn't happen here. You said it yourself. The Empire won't bother with this rock. Are you going to be around long?
I'll keep a lookout. I won't be drafted into the Imperial Starfleet that's for sure Take care of yourself, you'll always be the best friend I've got. Biggs turns away from his old friend and heads towards the power station. Artoo moves cautiously through the creepy rock canyon, inadvertently making a loud clicking noise as he goes.
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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 pebble 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.
Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (1977) Movie Script
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. 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. 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. 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. It's you! A battered Threepio scrambles up to Artoo and embraces him. A trooper yells to an officer some distance away. 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. Artoo appears to be shut off. 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 Jawa starts moving toward them. Artoo responds, making beeping sounds. Don't shoot! Will this never end? 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.
Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope (1977)
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. Sir -- My first job was programming binary load lifter You could say It's like a second language for me I'm as fluent in Bocce OWEN All right shut up! OWEN Luke, take these two over to the garage, will you?
I want you to have both of them cleaned up before dinner. 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.
OWEN Yeah? 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. A real bargain.
LUKE What about that 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. 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. Why I should stick my neck out for you is quite beyond my capacity! 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.
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! 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! 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. 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. LUKE Have you been in many battles? 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.
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. He asked you a question Artoo whistles his surprise as he pretends to just notice the hologram. He looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer for Threepio to translate. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Merely a malfunction. Old data. Pay it no mind. Luke becomes intrigued by the beautiful girl. LUKE Who is she? She's beautiful.
A person of some importance, sir -- I believe. I was doing a space opera, a fantasy film, a mythological piece, a fairy tale.
But the Whills became part of this massive amount of notes, quotes, background information that I used for the scripts; the stories were actually taken from the 'Journal of the Whills. Another galaxy, another time. The Old Republic was the Republic of legend, greater than distance or time.
No need to note where it was or whence it came, only to know that Once, under the wise rule of the Senate and the protection of the Jedi Knights, the Republic throve and grew. But as often happens when wealth and power pass beyond the admirable and attain the awesome, then appear those evil ones who have greed to match.
So it was with the Republic at its height. Like the greatest of trees, able to withstand any external attack, the Republic rotted from within though the danger was not visible from outside. Aided and abetted by restless, power-hungry individuals within the government, and the massive organs of commerce, the ambitious Senator Palpatine caused himself to be elected President of the Republic.
He promised to reunite the disaffected among the people and to restore the remembered glory of the Republic.When they hear you've attacked a diplomatic- Don't act so surprised, Your Highness. Look, sir, droids. Close all outboard shields. You mean it controls your actions? Suddenly the shaking and bouncing of the Sandcrawler stops, creating quite a commotion among the mechanical men.
Ben moves to an empty spot at the bar near a group of repulsive but human scum. It's our lot in life. Well, I'm not going that way. Hit the accelerator!
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