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 Kessel spice mines 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 overweight 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.
- You've attacked a diplomatic-- - 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 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. My joints 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!
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. - Luke!
Luke!
Luke, tell 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.
I suppose you're programmed for etiquette and protocol.
Protocol? 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--
I need a droid who understands the binary language of moisture vaporators.
Vaporators? Sir, my first job was programming binary load lifters...
very similar to your vaporators in most respects.
-Can you speak Bocce? -Of course. It's like a second language.
-All right. Shut up. I'll take this one. -Shutting up, sir.
Take these two to the garage. 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.
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?
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.
Let's go.
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 centre 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.
This is my counterpart, R2-D2.
Hello.
A lot of carbon scoring here. Looks like you've seen a lot of action.
With all we've been through, I'm amazed we're in as good condition as we are...
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.
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.
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.
Frankly, I don't know what he's talking about.
Our last master was Captain Antilles.
But with all we've been through, this R2 unit has become a bit eccentric.
Obi-Wan Kenobi. I wonder 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.
Sounds like she's in trouble. I better play back the whole thing.
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.
Oh, yeah. Well...
I guess you're too small to run away on me if I take this off.
Okay.
There you go.
Where'd she go? Bring her back. Play back the entire message.
"What message''?
The one you've just been playing.
The one you're carrying inside your rusty innards.
Luke! Luke!
I'll be right there, Aunt Beru.
I'm sorry, sir, but he appears to have picked up a slight flutter.
Here. See what you can do with him. I'll be right back.
Just you reconsider playing that message for him.
No, I don't think he likes you at all.
No, I don't like you either.
- That R2 unit might have been stolen. - What makes you think that?
I stumbled across a recording while I was cleaning him.
He says he belongs to someone called Obi-Wan Kenobi.
I thought he might have meant old Ben. Do you know what he's talking about?
I wonder if he's related to Ben.
That wizard's just a crazy old man.
Tomorrow, take that R2 unit to Anchorhead and have its memory erased.
That'll be the end of it. It belongs to us now.
But what if this Obi-Wan comes looking for him?
He won't.
I don't think he exists any more. He died about the same time as your father.
- He knew my father? - I told you to forget it.
Your only concern is to prepare those new droids for tomorrow.
In the morning, I want them on the south ridge working on those condensers.
Yes, sir.
I think those new droids are gonna work out fine.
In fact, I was also thinking about our agreement--
about me staying on another season.
If these new droids work out, I want to apply to the academy this year.
You mean the next semester before the harvest?
Sure. There's more than enough droids.
Harvest is when I need you the most.
It's only one season more.
This year we'll make enough on the harvest to hire more hands...
and then you can go to the academy next year.
You must understand I need you here, Luke.
- But it's a whole 'nother year. - It's only one more season.
That's what you said when Biggs and Tank left.
- Where are you going? - Looks like I'm going nowhere.
I have to go finish cleaning those droids.
Owen, he can't stay here forever. Most of his friends have gone.
It means so much to him.
I'll make it up to him next year. I promise.
Luke's just not a farmer, Owen. He has too much of his father in him.
That's what I'm afraid of.
- What are you doing hiding back there? - It wasn't my fault, sir.
Please don't deactivate me.
I told him not to go, but he's faulty, malfunctioning.
- Kept babbling on about his mission. - Oh, no.
That R2 unit has always been a problem.
These astrodroids are getting quite out of hand.
Even I can't understand their logic at times.
How could I be so stupid? He's nowhere in sight.
- Blast it. - Couldn't we go after him?
It's too dangerous with the Sandpeople around. We'll have to wait till morning.
Luke, I'm shutting the power down.
I'll be there in a few minutes.
Boy, am I gonna get it.
-That droid's gonna cause me trouble. -He excels at that, sir.
Come on.
Have you seen Luke this morning?
He said he had things to do before he started today, so he left early.
- Did he take those new droids with him? - I think so.
He better have those units in the south range repaired by midday...
or there'll be hell to pay.
There's a droid on the scanner. Dead ahead.
It might be our little R2 unit. Hit the accelerator.
Where do you think you're going?
Master Luke is your rightful owner now.
We'll have no more of this Obi-Wan Kenobi gibberish.
Don't talk to me of your mission.
You're fortunate he doesn't blast you into a million pieces right here.
No. It's all right, but I think we'd better go.
What's wrong with him now?
There are several creatures approaching from the southeast.
Sandpeople. Or worse.
Come on. Let's go have a look.
Come on.
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.
Hello there.
Come here, my little friend. Don't be afraid.
Don't worry. He'll be all right.
Rest easy, son. You've had a busy day.
You're fortunate to be all in one piece.
Ben? Ben Kenobi?
Boy, am I glad to see you.
The Jundland Wastes are not to be travelled lightly.
Tell me, young Luke, what brings you out this far?
This little droid.
He's searching for his former master...
but I've never seen such devotion in a droid.
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?
Obi-Wan Kenobi?
Obi-Wan.
Now, that's a name I've not heard in a long time.
A long time.
I think my uncle knows him. He said he was dead.
He's not dead.
Not yet.
- You know him? - Of course I know him.
He's me.
I haven't gone by the name of Obi-Wan...
since, oh, before you were born.
Then the droid does belong to you.
I don't seem to remember ever owning a droid.
Very interesting.
I think we better get indoors.
The Sandpeople are easily startled...
but they'll soon be back-- and in greater numbers.
3PO.
Where am I? I must have taken a bad step.
Can you stand? We've gotta get out of here before the Sandpeople return.
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.
No, you're not. What kind of talk is that?
Quickly. They're on the move.
My father didn't fight in the wars. He was a navigator on a spice freighter.
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.
- You fought in the Clone Wars? - Yes.
I was once a Jedi knight, the same as your father.
I wish I'd known him.
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...
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 damn-fool idealistic crusade, like your father did.
Sir, if you'll not be needing me, I'll close down for a while.
Go ahead.
- What is it? - It's your father's lightsabre.
This is the weapon of a Jedi knight.
Not as clumsy or random as a blaster.
An elegant weapon...
for a more civilized age.
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.
How did my father die?
Ayoung 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.
The Force?
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.
Let's see if we can't figure out what you are, little friend...
and where you come from.
- I saw part of a message-- - I seem to have found it.
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 in person.
But my ship has fallen under attack...
and my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed.
I have placed information vital 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.
You must learn the ways of the Force if you're to come with me to Alderaan.
Alderaan?
I'm not going to Alderaan.
I've gotta get home. I'm in for it as it is.
I need your help, Luke. She needs your help.
I'm getting too old for this sort of thing.
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 all such a long way from here. - That's your uncle talking.
Oh, boy. My uncle. How am I ever gonna explain this?
Learn about the Force, Luke.
I can take you as far as Anchorhead.
You can get a transport there to Mos Eisley or wherever you're going.
You must do what you feel is right, of course.
Until this battle station is fully operational, we are vulnerable.
The Rebel Alliance is too well equipped.
They're more dangerous than you realize.
Dangerous to your starfleet, Commander...
not to this battle station.
The rebellion will continue to gain support in the Imperial Senate--
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 last remnants of the old Republic have been swept away.
That's impossible.
How will the emperor maintain control without the bureaucracy?
The regional governors now have direct control over their territories.
Fear will keep the local systems in line.
- Fear of this battle station. - 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.
The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.
Any attack 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.
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.
Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader.
Your sad devotion to that ancient religion...
has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes...
or given you clairvoyance enough to find the rebels' hidden fortress--
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Enough of this. Vader, release him.
As you wish.
This bickering is pointless.
Lord Vader will provide us with the location of the rebel fortress...
by the time this station is operational.
We will then crush the rebellion with one swift stroke.
It looks like the Sandpeople did this. There's gaffi sticks, Bantha tracks.
I've just never heard of them hitting anything this big before.
They didn't, but we are meant to think they did.
These tracks are side-by-side.
Sandpeople always ride single file to hide their numbers.
These are the same Jawas that sold us R2 and 3PO.
And these blast points, too accurate for Sandpeople.
Only imperial stormtroopers are so precise.
But why would imperial troops want to slaughter Jawas?
If they traced the robots here, they may have learned who they sold them to...
and that would lead them back... home.
Wait, Luke.
It's too dangerous.
Uncle Owen.
Aunt Beru.
Now, Your Highness, we will discuss the location...
of your hidden rebel base.
There's nothing you could have done, had you been there.
You'd have been killed too...
and the droids would now be in the hands of the Empire.
I want to come with you to Alderaan.
There's nothing for me here now.
I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father.
Mos Eisley spaceport.
You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.
We must be cautious.
How long have you had these droids?
- Three or four seasons. - They're up for sale if you want them.
Let me see your identification.
You don't need to see his identification.
We don't need to see his identification.
These aren't the droids you're looking for.
These aren't the droids we're looking for.
He can go about his business.
- You can go about your business. - Move along.
Move along.
I can't abide those Jawas. Disgusting creatures.
Go on, go on.
I can't understand how we got by those troops. I thought we were dead.
The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded.
You really think we're gonna find a pilot here to take us to Alderaan?
Most of the best freighter pilots are to be found here.
Only watch your step-- this place can be a little rough.
I'm ready for anything.
Come along, R2.
- Hey. We don't serve their kind here. - What?
Your droids-- they'll have to wait outside. We don't want them here.
Wait out by the speeder. We don't want any trouble.
I heartily agree with you, sir.
I'll have one of those.
- He doesn't like you. - I'm sorry.
I don't like you either. You just watch yourself.
We're wanted men. I have the death sentence on 12 systems.
- I'll be careful then. - You'll be dead.
This little one's not worth the effort.
Come, let me get you something.
I'm all right.
Chewbacca here is first mate on a ship that might suit us.
I don't like the look of this.
Han Solo. I'm captain of the Millennium Falcon.
Chewie here tells me you're looking for passage to the Alderaan system.
Yes, indeed, if it's a fast ship.
Fast ship? You've never heard of the Millennium Falcon?
Should I have?
It's the ship that made the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs.
I've outrun imperial starships.
Not the local bulk cruisers, mind you.
I'm talking about the big Corellian ships now.
She's fast enough for you, old man.
- What's the cargo? - Only passengers--
myself, the boy, two droids...
and no questions asked.
Is it some kind of local trouble?
Let's just say we'd like to avoid any imperial entanglements.
Well, that's the real trick, isn't it?
And it's gonna cost you something extra.
10,000, all in advance.
10,000?
We could almost buy our own ship for that.
But who's gonna fly it, kid? You?
You bet I could. I'm not such a bad pilot.
We don't have to sit here and listen--
We can pay you 2,000 now...
plus 15 when we reach Alderaan.
Seventeen?
Okay, you guys got yourselves a ship.
We'll leave as soon as you're ready. Docking Bay 94.
Ninety-four.
Looks like somebody's beginning to take an interest in your handiwork.
All right. We'll check it out.
17,000. Those guys must really be desperate.
This could really save my neck. Get back to the ship, get it ready.
- You'll have to sell your speeder. - That's okay.
I'm never coming back to this planet again.
Going somewhere, Solo?
Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact, I was just going to see your boss.
Tell Jabba that I've got his money.
It's too late.
You should have paid him when you had the chance.
Jabba's put a price on your head so large...
every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you.
I'm lucky I found you first.
Yeah, but this time I've got the money.
If you give it to me, I might forget I found you.
I don't have it with me. Tell Jabba--
Jabba's through with you.
He has no time for smugglers...
who drop their shipments at the first sign of an imperial cruiser.
Even I get boarded sometimes. Do you think I had a choice?
You can tell that to Jabba. He may only take your ship.
Over my dead body.
That's the idea.
I've been looking forward to this for a long time.
I'll bet you have.
Sorry about the mess.
Her resistance to the mind probe is considerable.
It'll be some time before we can extract any information from her.
The final checkout is completed. All systems are operational.
What course shall we set?
Perhaps she would respond to an alternative form of persuasion.
What do you mean?
I think it is time we demonstrated the full power of this station.
- Set your course for Alderaan. - With pleasure.
Lock the door, R2.
Check this side of the street.
The door's locked. Move on to the next one.
I would much rather have gone with Master Luke than stay here with you.
I don't know what this trouble is about, but I'm sure it must be your fault.
Watch your language.
All right. Give it to me. I'll take it.
Look at this. Ever since the XP-38 came out, they just aren't in demand.
It'll be enough.
Solo! Come out of there, Solo!
Right here,Jabba.
I've been waitin' for you.
Have you now.
You didn't think I was gonna run, did you?
Han, my boy, you disappoint me.
Why haven't you paid me...
and why did you fry poor Greedo?
Jabba, next time you wanna talk to me, come yourself. Don't send these twerps.
Han, I can't make exceptions.
What if everyone who smuggled for me...
dropped their cargo at the first sign...
of an imperial starship?
It's not good business.
Look,Jabba, even I get boarded sometimes.
You think I had a choice?
But I got a nice, easy charter.
I'll pay ya back, plus a little extra. I just need a little more time.
Han, my boy, you're the best.
So, for an extra 20% --
Fifteen,Jabba. Don't push it.
Okay, 15% .
But if you fail me again...
I'll put a price on your head so big...
you won't be able to go near a civilized system.
Jabba, you're a wonderful human being.
Come on!
If the ship's as fast as he's boasting, we ought to do well.
What a piece of junk.
She'll make .5 past light speed.
She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid.
I've made a lot of special modifications myself.
But we're a little rushed, so if you'll just get on board, we'll get outta here.
Hello, sir.
Which way?
All right, men, load your weapons.
Stop that ship. Blast them.
Chewie, get us out of here!
Oh, my. I'd forgotten how much I hate space travel.
Looks like an imperial cruiser. Our passengers are hotter than I thought.
Hold 'em off. Angle the deflector shields...
while I make the calculations for the jump to light speed.
Stay sharp. There's two more comin'. They're gonna try and cut us off.
Why don't you outrun 'em? I thought this thing was fast.
Watch your mouth, or you're gonna find yourself floating home.
We'll be safe enough once we make the jump to hyperspace.
Besides, I know a few manoeuvres. We'll lose 'em.
Here's where the fun begins.
How long before you can jump to light speed?
It'll take a few moments to get the coordinates from the navicomputer.
At the rate they're gaining?
Travelling through hyperspace ain't like dustin' crops, boy.
Without precise calculations...
we'd fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova...
and that would end your trip real quick.
- What's that flashing? - We're losing a deflector shield.
Go strap yourselves in. I'm gonna make the jump to light speed.
We've entered the Alderaan system.
Governor Tarkin. I should have expected to find you holding Vader's leash.
I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board.
Charming to the last.
You don't know how hard I found it...
signing the order to terminate your life.
I'm surprised you had the courage to take the responsibility yourself.
Princess Leia, before your execution...
I would like you to be my guest at a ceremony...
that will make this battle station operational.
No star system will dare oppose the emperor now.
The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin...
the more star systems will slip through your fingers.
Not after we demonstrate the power of this station.
In a way, you have determined the choice of the planet...
that'll be destroyed first.
Since you are reluctant to provide us with the location of the rebel base...
I have chosen to test this station's destructive power...
on your home planet of Alderaan.
No. Alderaan is peaceful. We have no weapons.
You would prefer another target? A military target?
Then name the system.
I grow tired of asking this, so it will be the last time.
Where is the rebel base?
Dantooine.
They're on Dantooine.
There. You see, Lord Vader? She can be reasonable.
Continue with the operation. You may fire when ready.
- What? - You're far too trusting.
Dantooine is too remote to make an effective demonstration.
But don't worry. We will deal with your rebel friends soon enough.
Commence primary ignition.
Are you all right? What's wrong?
I felt a great disturbance in the Force...
as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror...
and were suddenly silenced.
I fear something terrible has happened.
You'd better get on with your exercises.
You can forget your troubles with those imperial slugs.
I told you I'd outrun them.
Don't everybody thank me at once.
Anyway, we should be at Alderaan about 0200 hours.
Now be careful, R2.
He made a fair move. Screaming about it can't help you.
Let him have it. It's not wise to upset a Wookiee.
But, sir, nobody worries about upsetting a droid.
'Cause a droid don't pull people's arms out of their sockets when they lose.
Wookiees are known to do that.
I see your point, sir.
I suggest a new strategy, R2. Let the Wookiee win.
Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him.
- You mean it controls your actions? - Partially.
But it also obeys your commands.
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a blaster at your side.
You don't believe in the Force, do you?
Kid, I've flown from one side of this galaxy to the other.
I've seen a lot of strange stuff...
but I've never seen anything to make me believe...
there's one all-powerful force controlling everything.
There's no mystical energy field controls my destiny.
It's all a lot of simple tricks and nonsense.
I suggest you try it again, Luke.
This time, let go your conscious self...
and act on instinct.
With the blast shield down, I can't see. How am I supposed to fight?
Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them.
Stretch out with your feelings.
You see? You can do it.
I call it luck.
In my experience, there's no such thing as luck.
Good against remotes is one thing.
Good against the living, that's something else.
We're coming up on Alderaan.
I did feel something. I could almost see the remote.
That's good. You've taken your first step into a larger world.
Yes?
Our scout ships have reached Dantooine.
They found the remains of a rebel base...
but they estimate that it has been deserted for some time.
They are now conducting an extensive search of the surrounding systems.
She lied. She lied to us.
I told you she would never consciously betray the rebellion.
Terminate her immediately.
Stand by, Chewie. Cut in the sublight engines.
What the--
We've come out in a meteor shower, some kind of asteroid collision.
- It's not on any of the charts. - What's going on?
Our position's correct, except no Alderaan.
- Where is it? - That's what I'm trying to tell you.
It ain't there. It's been blown away.
- What? How? - Destroyed by the Empire.
The entire starfleet couldn't destroy the whole planet.
It'd take a thousand ships with more firepower than I've--
- There's another ship coming in. - Maybe they know what happened.
It's an imperial fighter.
- It followed us. - No. It's a short-range fighter.
There aren't any bases here. Where did it come from?
Sure is leaving in a hurry. If they identify us, we're in trouble.
Not if I can help it. Chewie, jam its transmissions.
- Let it go. It's too far out of range. - Not for long.
A fighter that size couldn't get this deep into space on its own.
He must have gotten lost, been part of a convoy or something.
He ain't gonna be around long enough to tell anybody about us.
He's heading for that small moon.
I can get him before he gets there. He's almost in range.
That's no moon.
- It's a space station. - It's too big to be a space station.
I have a very bad feeling about this.
Turn the ship around.
Yeah. I think you're right. Full reverse.
Chewie, lock in the auxiliary power.
Why are we still moving towards it?
A tractor beam's pulling us in.
There's gotta be something you can do.
There's nothing I can do. I'm at full power. I have to shut down.
They're not gonna get me without a fight.
You can't win, but there are alternatives to fighting.
Clear Bay 327.
We are opening the magnetic field.
To your stations. Come with me.
Close all outboard shields. Close all outboard shields.
Yes?
We've captured a freighter entering the remains of the Alderaan system.
Its markings match those of a ship that blasted its way out of Mos Eisley.
They must be trying to return the stolen plans to the princess.
She may yet be of some use to us.
Unlock 1, 5, 7 and 9. Release charge.
316, report to control.
There's no one on board, sir.
According to the log, the crew abandoned ship right after take-off.
It must be a decoy. Several escape pods have been jettisoned.
- Did you find any droids? - No, sir.
If there were any, they must have jettisoned.
Send a scanning crew aboard. I want every part of this ship checked.
Yes, sir.
I sense something...
a presence I've not felt since--
Get me a scanning crew in here. I want every part of this ship checked.
There's no one here.