Script Comparison - Morning at the Crossroads to Meeting the Brownies

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EXT. CROSSROADS - DAWN Madmartigan is making something out of scraps of bark and cloth. He smiles sweetly as Willow wakes up. MADMARTIGAN: Morning, Willow. Willow turns his back on him and tends to the baby. MADMARTIGAN: Sorry I yelled at you. I've been in this cage toooo long. Can't think straight anymore. Owww...! Willow looks over. Madmartigan pats his arms in pain. WILLOW: You all right? MADMARTIGAN: These burns. My arms. Ouch... He holds up his arms in agony. Willow fishes some gooey jelly out of his sack and smears a gob of it on a leaf. He hands it up to Madmartigan. WILLOW: See if this helps. Madmartigan wipes the goo all over his arms. MADMARTIGAN: Aaaaaahhhh. Better. Here, I made something for the baby. He holds out a rattle and shakes it. Willow accepts it. WILLOW: What's inside? Madmartigan sticks his finger in his mouth and pries it open as wide as possible. MADMARTIGAN: A tooth. (Willow reacts) I'm starving. I got no use for it.	EXT. CROSSROADS - MORNING A MESSENGER gallops by and wakes Willow and Meegosh up. He disappears up the road. MEEGOSH: What was that? MADMARTIGAN: Morning, boys. Rough night, wasn't it? Did I introduce myself? Madmartigan. He extends his filthy hand. Meegosh goes to shake it. MEEGOSH: I'm Meegosh. WILLOW: Don't touch him, Meegosh. He's dangerous.	A peaceful morning. The baby sleeps in the papoose basket, and Willow and Meegosh sleep beside the road, wrapped in blankets. Suddenly a horseman thunders by, awakening everyone. MEEGOSH: (gasps) What was that? Madmartigan sits in his cage, rubbing his teeth clean with a piece of cloth. The Nelwyns sit up. MADMARTIGAN: Morning, boys. Rough night last night, wasn't it? Meegosh nods in agreement. MADMARTIGAN: I don't think I introduced myself yesterday. My name is Madmartigan. And you are, uh.... Madmartigan sticks his hand through the bars, ready for a handshake. Smiling, Meegosh walks toward Madmartigan until Willow grabs him. WILLOW: No, Meegosh! Don't go near him, he's dangerous. MADMARTIGAN: I am not.
Noise in the distance. Up the road Willow sees a MESSENGER charging on horseback. He gallops right past, whipping his horse, almost knocking Willow off the road. Then another MESSENGER follows with the same urgency. Willow grabs the baby and steps out to stop him. WILLOW: Stop! Wait! The messenger screams at Willow who jumps aside as he thunders by. The two horsemen disappear up the road.	Another MESSENGER gallops toward them with the same urgency. WILLOW: Stop! Wait! The messenger screams at Willow who jumps aside, and rides away. MEEGOSH: He was sure breathing fire. WILLOW: What's going on?	They hear the whinny of another approaching horse. WILLOW: Good! He hurries into the road and waves his arms at the horseman galloping toward him. WILLOW: Stop! Wait! The horseman doesn't slow down in the least, and Willow dives out of the way to avoid being trampled. Madmartigan grins as Willow watches the horseman disappear into the distance. WILLOW: What's going on?
MADMARTIGAN: (with authority) Smells like a battle. WILLOW: Are you a warrior? MADMARTIGAN: The greatest swordsman that ever lived. Madmartigan slices the air with an imaginary sword. Willow shakes his head and goes back to the baby.	MADMARTIGAN: Smells like a battle. WILLOW: I suppose you're a warrior. MADMARTIGAN: The greatest swordsman that ever lived. Madmartigan slices the air with an imaginary sword. The action is exotic and strange-looking, and not all that convincing.	MADMARTIGAN: Smells like a battle. Willow gets to his feet and looks at Madmartigan with angry contempt. WILLOW: I suppose you're a warrior. MADMARTIGAN: I am the greatest swordsman that ever lived. Disgusted, Willow turns his back on Madmartigan and goes to get a drink.
	MADMARTIGAN: How about a drink? MEEGOSH: Gee, Willow, maybe he could help us. WILLOW: Don't listen to him. Willow sets the baby in the porta-crib and drinks water from a cup. Madmartigan watches thirstily. MADMARTIGAN: (to Meegosh) These are bad times, my friend. Good men locked in cages, criminals running free. It doesn't pay to be honest. You a wood-cutter? MEEGOSH: Miner. And my friend's a farmer. MADMARTIGAN: I knew it! Miners, farmers: you're victims! Yep, you and me: victims of a rotten, corrupt world. He starts to cry. Finally Willow goes over and starts to hand the cup to Madmartigan. MADMARTIGAN: Thank you, friend.	MADMARTIGAN: Say, uh... could I have some of that water? Willow eyes him coldly and ostentatiously takes a drink. Madmartigan bursts into phony tears. MADMARTIGAN: (sobbing) I don't know why I try. Remorsefully, Willow starts walking toward him. MADMARTIGAN: I guess I am gonna die here. Who cares? WILLOW: (offering the water cup) Here. MADMARTIGAN: Thanks, friend.
EXT. CROSSROADS - DAY WE SEE the empty road. Willow's head pops INTO FRAME. He grabs the baby. WILLOW: What's that? I hear something! MADMARTIGAN: You hear trouble. WILLOW: What is it? The horizon rumbles. Madmartigan cups his ear. Cynically:	Willow looks up the road and turns away with the cup. WILLOW: What's that? Madmartigan grabs for the cup. MADMARTIGAN: You hear trouble. MEEGOSH: What is it? The horizon rumbles. Madmartigan continues to swipe at the cup.	He grabs at the cup just as Willow, distracted by a rumbling sound on the road, walks out of reach. WILLOW: What's that?
MADMARTIGAN: A hundred horses...five or six wagons... and about six thousand fools. Two CAVALRY OFFICERS gallop into view, raising a plume of dust. Then an enormous ARMY appears: cavalry, foot soldiers, assault wagons, shields, swords, spears, raised banners. The two officers shout orders over the thunderous clamor of hoofbeats, marching boots and clanking armor. Charging back and forth, they shepherd the army through the crossroads. Willow holds the baby. Fighting dust and noise he tries to get the officer's attention.	MADMARTIGAN: A hundred horses... five or six wagons... and about a thousand fools. Madmartigan finally grabs the cup and gulps water down. TWO CAVALRY OFFICERS gallop into view, raising a plume of dust. Then an enormous ARMY appears: cavalry, foot soldiers, wagons: shields, swords, spears, banners. The two officers shout orders over the thunderous clamor of hoofbeats, marching boots and clanking armor. Charging back and forth, they shepherd the army through the crossroads. Frightened, Meegosh stands back. Willow holds the baby. Fighting dust and noise he tries to get the officer's attention.	MADMARTIGAN: (straining to reach the cup) I'd say... two or three hundred horses... five or six wagons... and about a thousand fools. Willow gazes hopefully at the approaching army then hurries over to the baby, thrusting the cup at Madmartigan as he passes the cage. MADMARTIGAN: Thank you. WILLOW: Come on, Meegosh. Madmartigan drops the cup, spilling the water. He makes a faint exclamation of frustration and starts licking the droplets off his fingers. Willow takes the baby out of the papoose basket as the army draws nearer. WILLOW: It's gonna be all right, little bobbin. Everything's gonna be all right. The army reaches the crossroads. Willow addresses the horsemen as they pass by.
WILLOW: Sir? Sir! OFFICER: Out of the way! An officer's horse nearly kicks Willow, who scurries out of the way. Huddling with the baby, he notices AIRK THAUGHBAER, a large, muscular, bearded officer, clearly in charge. On horseback, Airk breaks file and rides up to the other officers. AIRK: Push 'em harder! No rest at midday! We need to make ten more leagues by dark! Shouting orders, the officers split up, charging to the front and rear of the army. Airk watches the army pass. Willow desperately scrambles up to him.	WILLOW: Sir? Sir! OFFICER: Out of the way, peck! An officer's horse nearly kicks Willow, who scurries out of the way. Huddling with the baby, he notices AIRK THAUGHBAER, a large, muscular, bearded officer, clearly in charge. On horseback, Airk breaks file and rides up to the other officers. AIRK: We're close now. Attack at midday! Shouting orders, the officers split up, charging to the front and rear of the army. Airk watches the army pass. Willow scrambles up to him, amid the dust and confusion. Meegosh follows timidly.	WILLOW: Excuse me, sir? GALLADOORN SOLDIER: Out of the way, peck! WILLOW: (to another horseman) Uh, pardon me? Uhh... Willow trades uncertain glances with Meegosh as the soldiers ignore him. Airk, the leader of the army, rides up and stops beside Madmartigan's cage.
WILLOW: Sir! Sir! I have this baby. We found her in our village. Will you take her...? Huge Airk looks down from his huge horse. Little Willow holds up the baby. AIRK: We're going into battle, little one. Find a woman to take care of it. MADMARTIGAN: He thought you were a woman, Airk! Airk snaps his head around and his eyes flash.	WILLOW: Sir! Sir! We found one of your babies in our village. Will you take her...? Huge Airk looks down from his huge horse. AIRK: We're going into battle, little one. Find a woman to take care of it. MADMARTIGAN: They thought you were a woman, Airk! Airk snaps his head around.	WILLOW: (to Airk) Excuse me, sir. (Airk looks down at him) We found one of your babies in our village. Will you please take care of her? Airk removes his helmet. AIRK: We're going into battle, little ones. Find a woman to take care of her. MADMARTIGAN: They thought you were a woman, Airk! Airk notices the occupant of the cage for the first time.
AIRK: Madmartigan! What did you do this time? MADMARTIGAN: Nothing you wouldn't have done in my place! Airk's horse prances menacingly around Madmartigan's cage. AIRK: I always knew you'd end up in a crow's cage. MADMARTIGAN: Least I'm not down there herding sheep! Airk laughs sourly and rocks the cage.	AIRK: Well I'll be--Madmartigan. I knew you'd end up in a crow's cage. MADMARTIGAN: Least I'm not herding sheep. What are you doing this far north? Airk's horse prances menacingly around the cage.	AIRK: Well... ha ha ha! Madmartigan! What'd you do this time? MADMARTIGAN: Nothing you wouldn't have done in my place. AIRK: I alway knew you'd end up in a crow's cage. MADMARTIGAN: Well, at least I'm not down there herding sheep. What are you doing this far north?
	AIRK: The Nockmaar army destroyed Galladoorn. MADMARTIGAN: The castle? AIRK: It was a massacre. Bavmorda's on a rampage. Her troops are crushing everything in sight. We're going to try to stop them at the River Troon.	AIRK: The Nockmaar army destroyed Galladoorn. MADMARTIGAN: (sobered) The castle? AIRK: Bavmorda's troops are crushing everything in sight.
AIRK: You're lucky somebody got to you first, Madmartigan! I'd've killed you myself after that stunt at Land's End! He swings that cage and starts to ride away. MADMARTIGAN: Airk! Come on, Airk. Lemme outta here. AIRK: (really sarcastic) Hey, remember? You don't need my help, Madmartigan. Little rabbit trap like this? Come on! I could open it for you, but I wouldn't wanna insult you! MADMARTIGAN: Gimme a sword, Airk. I'll win your war for you. Airk quickly drops the banter and glares at Madmartigan seriously. AIRK: You're nothing but trouble, Madmartigan. And I got plenty of that. Stay in your coffin and rot! Airk spurs his horse and smashes the cage as he charges off.	MADMARTIGAN: Let me out of here, Airk. Give me a sword and I'll win this war for you. AIRK: After that stunt at Land's End you're lucky I don't kill you. Airk swings the cage and starts to ride away. MADMARTIGAN: Airk! AIRK: Madmartigan, I still serve Galladoorn. You serve no one, remember? Stay in your coffin and rot!	MADMARTIGAN: Come on, let me out of here, Airk. Give me a sword. I'll win this war for you. AIRK: Madmartigan. I still serve Galladoorn. You serve no one. Remember? Sit in your coffin and rot. He replaces his helmet, then spurs his horse and rides away, narrowly missing Willow. MADMARTIGAN: Wait, Airk! You need me! Airk keeps going.
MADMARTIGAN: I'll be around long after you're dead, Airk! You slime! When I get outa here I'll cut your head off and stick it on a pig-pole! WILLOW: Friend of yours? Madmartigan snarls down at Willow as the army continues to march by. But then he quickly gets cute again. MADMARTIGAN: Hello, little baby...	MADMARTIGAN: I'll be around long after you're dead! You slime! I'm gonna cut your head off and stick it on a pig-pole! WILLOW: Friend of yours? Madmartigan snarls at Willow. He turns his angry fist into a cute wave and smiles. MADMARTIGAN: Hello, cutie... The army continues to march by.	MADMARTIGAN: I'll be around long after you're dead! When I get out of here I'm gonna cut your head off and stick it on a pig pole!
EXT. CROSSROADS - DAY - LATER A ghostly wind haunts the barren crossroads. The road is pocked with hoofprints and wagon tracks. Willow shakes his head at the ashes of his dead fire. MADMARTIGAN: Whatcha thinkin' about, Willow? WILLOW: I hate this. Madmartigan squeezes his face between the bars of his cage. MADMARTIGAN: Nobody's gonna take your baby. Know why? Nobody cares... (beat) Except me. (wistfully) You wanna go back to your farm. You wanna o back to your family. I could take care of that baby. I'll look after her like she was my own. WILLOW: You don't know anything about babies. Madmartigan kneels and straightens up and points up his finger astutely.	EXT. CROSSROADS - DAY - MUCH LATER A ghostly wind haunts the barren crossroads. WILLOW: I miss Kiaya and the bobbins. MEEGOSH: Willow, we're running out of food. I'm getting scared. MADMARTIGAN: Nobody's gonna look after your baby. Know why? Nobody cares... except me. You wanna go back to your families. I could take care of that baby. I'll look after her like she was my own. MEEGOSH: I believe he would, Willow. WILLOW: He doesn't know anything about babies.	Madmartigan slumps down in his cage. All this time, Willow has worriedly watched the army pass by. He looks forlornly down the road at the dust cloud kicked up by the horses, then at Madmartigan, then at the baby. WILLOW: I miss Kiaya and the bobbins. MEEGOSH: We're running out of food. MADMARTIGAN: Nobody's gonna take care of that baby. You know why? Nobody cares. The Nelwyns are desperate enough to listen to him. MADMARTIGAN: Except me. You want to go back to your families. I want out of this cage. Let me take care of that baby, I'll look after her like she was my own. MEEGOSH: I believe he would, Willow. WILLOW: He doesn't know anything about babies.
MADMARTIGAN: Ahhh! But I know a lot of women who do. Why, if I had somebody in my life--a little daughter for instance--I'd have a reason to live... He clasps his hands together outside the bars, pleading: MADMARTIGAN: Willow. You can't let me die here. Not when I wanna help you. Willow looks at the baby in the porta-crib. Then looks up the empty road. Then looks hard at Madmartigan.	MADMARTIGAN: Ah, but I know a lot of women who do. Why, if I had somebody in my life, a little daughter, for instance, I'd have a reason to go on living. He swings his arm and whistles. MEEGOSH: He's a warrior, Willow. MADMARTIGAN: You can't let me die here, when all I want to do is protect her. Madmartigan smiles pleadingly. Willow touches Kiaya's braid and tries to decide.	MADMARTIGAN: Right, but I know a lot of women who do. If I had somebody in my life... a little daughter, perhaps... I might have a reason to go on living. You can't leave me in here to die. Not when all I want to do is protect her. These words don't sound entirely sincere, and Willow still has his doubts. But he can't remain at the crossroads much longer.
WILLOW: You gotta promise to feed her. MADMARTIGAN: I will. WILLOW: Fresh goat's milk. MADMARTIGAN: Absolutely! Willow draws his dagger and begins to hack at the chain. WILLOW: And give her a bath everyday, and don't let her get cold. And keep her diaper changed. MADMARTIGAN: Of course! I promise! Willow hacks and pries at the chain until it breaks open. The bottom of the cage falls out, dumping Madmartigan into a heap of rags and dust.	EXT. CROSSROADS - DAY - LATER Meegosh hacks the chain open and Madmartigan dumps onto the ground. Willow steps forward with the baby. WILLOW: You gotta promise to feed her.	Madmartigan shouts with surprise as Meegosh breaks the chain on the cage with a heavy stick. The bottom falls out of the cage, dumping Madmartigan on the ground. Madmartigan celebrates: laughing, jumping, whirling, lifting Meegosh into the air, whooping with joy. MADMARTIGAN: I... feel... BETTER! You've done the right thing! WOO! MEEGOSH: (struggling to escape) All right! Okay! All right! All right! All right! WILLOW: You've gotta promise to feed her!
MADMARTIGAN: Come to Daddy, little darlin'. (picks her up) I think she likes me! Kneeling on the ground, he plays with the baby. Willow quickly hitches the papoose to Madmartigan's back and hands him supplies. WILLOW: Here are her diaper rags. And this is her milk bladder. And when she cries--she's either hungry or she's tired--rock her on your left shoulder. She likes that. MADMARTIGAN: Don't worry, Willow. She's in good hands. You haven't made a mistake.	MADMARTIGAN: Come to Daddy, little darlin'... WILLOW: And keep her clean. MADMARTIGAN: Absolutely! (takes baby) You like Madmartigan, don't you? Kneeling on the ground, he plays with the baby. Meegosh hitches the papoose on his back. Willow is still worried. WILLOW: Here are her rags. Here's her milk bladder. MADMARTIGAN: Any milk in there? WILLOW: It's for her. MADMARTIGAN: I wouldn't steal milk from a baby. You worry too much, peck. MEEGOSH: Willow. MADMARTIGAN: I mean Willow. You've done the right thing.	MADMARTIGAN: Come to Daddy, little darlin'! WILLOW: And keep her clean! MADMARTIGAN: Absolutely! He takes the baby from Willow and stands up. Willow looks shocked at the sheer size of this Daikini. Madmartigan whirls around with the baby. MADMARTIGAN: Wheee! The baby doesn't seem too happy with this. MADMARTIGAN: She likes me. WILLOW: Here are her changing rags and her milk bladder. MADMARTIGAN: Any milk in there? WILLOW: (indignant) It's for her! MADMARTIGAN: I wouldn't steal from a baby. Madmartigan kneels down next to Willow, and Meegosh hangs the papoose basket over the Daikini's shoulder. MADMARTIGAN: You worry too much, peck. MEEGOSH: It's Willow. MADMARTIGAN: I mean Willow. Now listen boys... Willow. You've done the right thing. Now I want you to get home, and bring your crop in.
Willow takes the baby and kisses her. WILLOW: Bye. He puts her in the papoose. WILLOW: (to Madmartigan) Please take good care of her. Madmartigan stands up. He towers above Willow. He pats Willow on the head. MADMARTIGAN: You've done a great job. Now you go back to your family and get your crop in. Madmartigan smiles, turns, and marches off down the road. Willow sighs with relief, his task accomplished. He watches Madmartigan and the baby disappear over a hill.	Willow takes the baby and kisses her. WILLOW: Bye. He puts her in the papoose. MADMARTIGAN: Goodbye, boys! He marches off down the road. WILLOW: (shouts) Please take good care of her! MADMARTIGAN: (shouts back) I give you my word of honor! Meegosh sighs with relief. But Willow still has his doubts.	He claps Willow on the shoulder. Willow regretfully kisses the baby. WILLOW: Goodbye, little one. He gives Madmartigan a long look, then Madmartigan stands up and walks away with the baby. Willow watches them go. WILLOW: Please take good care of her! MADMARTIGAN: (turning around and waving) I give you my word of honor!
EXT. ROAD - DAY Swinging his arms and whistling a tune, Willow struts proudly up a gentle hill. WILLOW: Look, it's Willow Ufgood! He's come home! Welcome back, Willow! He deserves a medal: he's quite mystical. For honor, for bravery, for his intuitive powers... (he chuckles) ...let's make him Apprentice Aldwin. Better still: High Aldwin! Make way! It's Willow Ufgood, High Aldwin of--- The baby cries! Willow spins around. Flying toward him is an incredible VULTURE with enormous wings. In its claws it carries the baby, papoose and all. It swoops straight at Willow, buzzing him, and Willow hits the dirt. He looks up. To add to the wonder: riding the vulture is an ELF.	EXT. ROAD - DAY Meegosh hurries so fast that Willow can barely keep up. WILLOW: Meegosh! Slow down! MEEGOSH: Oh, come on! If we hurry we'll be home by tomorrow morning. I can't wait to see the expression on everybody's faces. We'll be heroes! WILLOW: You really think so? MEEGOSH: Sure. "Look, it's Willow and Meegosh!" "The heroes have come home!" WILLOW: "Welcome back, boys!" "You deserve medals!" MEEGOSH: "Let's make Willow Apprentice Aldwin!" WILLOW: "Or better still, High Aldwin!" Willow laughs. Then, feeling a tug of conscience: WILLOW: Did we do the right thing, Meegosh? MEEGOSH: Absolutely! There's nothing to worry about. They hear a distant cry. They spin around. Flying toward them is a large EAGLE. In its claws it carries the baby, papoose and all. It swoops at Willow and Meegosh, buzzing them, and they hit the dirt. Riding the eagle is FRANJEAN, a nine-inch high brownie.	The Nelwyns begin their journey home. As they travel through dense vegetation, Willow has trouble keeping up. WILLOW: Meegosh, slow down! MEEGOSH: Oh, come on! If we hurry we can be home by tomorrow morning. We'll be heroes! WILLOW: You really think so? MEEGOSH: Sure. (pretending to be a villager) Look! There's Willow and Meegosh! The heroes have come home! WILLOW: Welcome back, boys. You deserve medals! MEEGOSH: Yeah! WILLOW: Yeah! They laugh over this for a moment, then Willow turns serious. WILLOW: Meegosh... did we do the right thing? MEEGOSH: Absolutely. There's nothing to worry about. Willow looks unconvinced. Suddenly, the sound of a baby's cry snaps their attention upward. An eagle with a brownie on its back is flying toward them. Clutched in the eagle's talons is the papoose basket - with the baby in it!
WILLOW: Come back here, you! That's my baby!! The vulture zooms off into the tall majestic trees of the forest, with the baby crying. Shouting and waving madly, Willow gallops after it.	Willow scrambles to his feet as the eagle zooms off into the tall majestic trees of the forest. Shouting and waving madly, Willow gallops after it. WILLOW: Hey! Stop! Wait! Bring her back! Meegosh runs after him. MEEGOSH: Willow!	FRANJEAN: (to the bird) Heeyaah!! (to the world) Ha ha! I stole the baby! I stole the baby! Ha ha ha ha ha! Heeyaah!! WILLOW: (ducking to avoid the eagle) That's my baby! Stop! Wait! Come back! FRANJEAN: Flap, you stupid bird! Flap! Ha ha!
EXT. THROUGH THE FOREST - DAY Willow tears after the vulture which vanishes in the towering trees. As the path narrows, something whistles past his ear. Finger-length arrows rain down on him from every direction, peppering the surrounding trees. Some even hit Willow. He plucks them out as he races along. He comes to a fork in the path: Decision! He starts down one way, then slams on the brakes. He sees ropes and nets. WILLOW: Oh no, it's a trap! He hurries back to the fork and takes the safer route-- WILLOW: Oh noooooo!! --and gets swallowed by a deadly pit.	EXT. THROUGH THE FOREST - DAY Willow tears after the eagle which vanishes in the towering trees. As the path narrows, something whistles past his ear. Tiny arrows rain down on him from every direction. He plucks them out as he races along, coming to a fork in the path. Decision! He starts down one way, but sees ropes and nets. He hurries back to the fork and meets Meegosh. WILLOW: That way's a trap! They take the safer route-- He hurries back to the fork and takes the safer route-- WILLOW/MEEGOSH: Oh noooooo!! --and get swallowed by a deadly pit.	Willow runs after them. He pauses next to a tree for a moment, and reacts with alarm when a tiny arrow lands in the trunk right next to his hand. The next arrow hits him in the arm. WILLOW: (pulling out the arrow) Oww! MEEGOSH: Brownies! Let's get outta here! The brownie archers continue to pepper the Nelwyns with arrows as they try to escape from this unexpected threat. WILLOW: Come on, Meegosh! MEEGOSH: Oww! They race recklessly through the forest. WILLOW: We'll outrun 'em! The Nelwyns shriek with fear as they fall into a pit. The brownies cackle with delight.
INT. ELFIN THRONE ROOM - UNDERGROUND Willow wakes up as a pail of water hits him in the face. His feet and wrists are being bound. Several little ELVES are gawking and laughing at him. They wear samurai-type outfits and angry little haircuts. WILLOW: (focusing) Where am I? Where's the baby? FRANJEAN, the Elfin king, struts forward arrogantly. He speaks a haughty, nasal accent resembling French: FRANJEAN: I am Franjean, king of the world. Willow struggles against the ropes that bind him. WILLOW: That baby's my responsibility! Outraged, Franjean smacks Willow's nose with the back of his hand. FRANJEAN: I don't care. We paid for her. Go back to sleep, monsieur... As he leaves, Franjean nods to an intense-looking ARCHER elf heavily armed with arrows and a spear. The archer dips his spear in a bowl of purple liquid. He pricks Willow's arm. WILLOW: Yeow! (he loses consciousness) Madmartigan...I never should've trusted you... FADE TO BLACK	EXT. FOREST - NIGHT Willow wakes up as a miniature pail of water hits him in the face. His wrists and feet are being bound. Several little BROWNIES are gawking and laughing at him. They wear aboriginal outfits, painted faces, and angry little haircuts. Tiny bonfires are burning all around. Meegosh, who is also tied, lies nearby, moaning in pain. WILLOW: Where am I? Meegosh, are you all right? MEEGOSH: I think my arm's broken. Franjean, who rode the eagle, struts forward haughtily. FRANJEAN: I am Franjean, King of the World! The other brownies giggle, undermining Franjean's authority. A few tiny FAIRIES, like fireflies, zip around his face and irritate him. WILLOW: Where's that baby! She's my responsibility! Franjean smacks Willow's nose with the back of his hand. FRANJEAN: Keep quiet, you fool. WILLOW: Do that again and I'm gonna kill you, you little... FRANJEAN: I'm not afraid of you Nelwyns. You think you are so big. Bop! He smacks him again.	Later, after nightfall, Willow is awakened by a splash of cold water on his face. ROOL: Hey, ugly! Wake up! After Willow gets over this surprise, he discovers that he and Meegosh are tied up and lying on the ground. And they're surrounded by brownies. The Nelwyns struggle uselessly against the ropes. ROOL: (to the other brownies) All right, all right, stand your ground. These are our prisoners! Good. Come on! WILLOW: Meegosh! Where's the baby? A strange, starlike light moves across the sky.
	CHERLINDREA: (O.S.) Franjean, bring the Nelwyn to me. The voice of CHERLINDREA, the fairy queen, suddenly echoes above them. A good-natured simpleton of a brownie named ROOL shuffles up to Willow's face. ROOL: Oh-oh. Cherlindrea! The brownies pick up ropes to haul Willow away. ROOL: (to Willow) You're in trouble now. FRANJEAN: No talking to the prisoner! ROOL: Well you did. FRANJEAN: That's different. I'm in charge.	CHERLINDREA: Bring the Nelwyns to me.
INT. ELFIN THRONE ROOM - DAWN Willow's eyes open. A wild little face is looking at him. A wild little person is standing on his chest. TEEMO: Tongue. Too groggy to argue, Willow sticks out his tongue. TEEMO the brownie crushes a brittle leaf and tosses the dust into Willow's mouth. Smacking his lips, Willow comes around. He sees, down between his legs, another brownie named ROOL cutting the ropes. WILLOW: Who are you? ROOL: Quiet, you fool! TEEMO: (formal) We are emissaries of her majesty, Queen Cherlindrea, of the land of Coshairm.	Willow thrashes angrily. Franjean springs up onto his chest holding a tiny staff. WILLOW: Hey, what's going on? FRANJEAN: Shut up or I'll break your nose. You're mine to toy with. Forward! WILLOW: Ouch! Get off me...! The brownies start to tow Willow and Meegosh. EXT. FAIRY WOODS - NIGHT The night air thickens with a luminous milky way of dancing flying FAIRIES. As the brownies drag them to the Fairy Woods, Franjean pokes Willow with his staff. WILLOW: When I get loose I'm gonna mash you...! FRANJEAN: (demented laugh) Ahhhhhh hhhhhh! Hnhhhhhhh! You'll never break these bonds, loppy-ears.	FRANJEAN: (jumping on Willow's chest) All right! You heard her. WILLOW: What's going on? FRANJEAN: Shut up or I'll break your nose! You are mine to toy with. (to the other brownies) Forward! The brownies start dragging the struggling Nelwyns away. WILLOW: Where... where did you get that baby? FRANJEAN: I stole it from a stupid Daikini! Haa haa haa haa haa!
WILLOW: Queen Cherlindrea? TEEMO: She requests the presence of yourself and the young princess. WILLOW: Who?? TEEMO: You're the guardian, aren't you? ROOL: Quit yakking, Teemo. We gotta get outta here! Willow rolls onto his knees, stands up and bumps his head on the ceiling. The fuzzy-headed brownies creak open the door and beckon Willow to follow. He squeezes through.	CHERLINDREA: (O.S.) Release the Nelwyn. Willow's eyes gleam as a look of terror comes over Franjean's face. FRANJEAN: Uh-oh. The brownies cut the ropes. Willow jumps to his feet, like King Kong, and scares Franjean and all the brownies away. A strange light begins to throb behind the trees.	CHERLINDREA: Franjean, release the Nelwyns. And stop pestering them! FRANJEAN: (almost inaudible) Uh-oh. Franjean leaps off Willow's chest as the brownies start cutting the ropes. Willow jumps to his feet, raises his arms and snarls. The brownies squeal in mock terror and run away.