| SCRIPTS |
| Early Script - Wagon Chase to Arrival at the Lake |
| "WILLOW" * Story by George Lucas * Screenplay by Bob Dolman * First Draft Third Revision November 14, 1986 * (c) LFL 1986 Lucasfilm LTD. |
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EXT. ROAD - CHASE - DAY As Madmartigan lashes the horse, Willow crawls up to him and takes the baby. WILLOW: We could've been killed, Madmartigan! In the back, the brownies bounce all over the place amid wooden kegs and other objects. When they finally get their balance they look back in alarm. Chasing them are two Nockmaar HORSEMEN plus a DEATH DOG and a war chariot. Willow ducks low and peeks out, protectively hugging the baby. The wagon bounces and flies along, but the minions are quickly gaining. Rool and Teemo spring into action. They struggle with all their might and manage to kck small wooden kegs off the back of the wagon. The kegs bounce onto the road, and the minions lose some ground trying to avoid them. But soon the horsemen flank the wagon. One leaps off his galloping horse and climbs on board. The other draws an arrow and gets ready to fire. Madmartigan is about to be shot between the eyes. He quickly rolls into the back. The archer fires! and hits the other minion in the chest. Madmartigan snaps a wooden stake off the wagon side and smashes the wounded minion off the wagon: he crashes onto the road. Willow harnesses the papoose to his chest and grabs the reins. At the same time the minion archer leaps aboard. He and Madmartigan fight in the back. WILLOW: Heeyah! Heeyah! Then there's a terrible howl right beside Willow. The Death Dog is leaping alongside the wagon, gnashing and trying to board. Willow yanks the reins and swerves the wagon into the dog, which yelps furiously. In the back, Madmartigan and the minion are thrown by the swerving jolt. WILLOW: Oh no! Up ahead Willow sees an exposed tree root in the road. The wagon is headed straight for it! The wheel hits the root hard and Willow is dumped onto the wagon floor and very nearly goes overboard. In the back, Madmartigan and the minion keep fighting as the wagon clatters along out of control. The Death Dog catches up again and this time springs aboard. DEATH DOG: Bordak!! The dog snaps at the baby. Willow scurries under the wagon seat. The dog stands up on its hind feet. DEATH DOG: Bordak!! It gets ready to attack. But WHACK! an overhanging tree branch hits it and Willow looks up from under the seat and sees the mangled dog twitching and dangling from the tree, rapidly disappearing in the distance. In the back, meanwhile, the minion draws a knife. Madmartigan ducks out of his way, hanging onto a post at the edge of the tailgate. The minion comes after him. Suddenly the wagon wheel wobbles and the rim flies off. The jolt throws the minion off balance. Madmartigan kicks him. The minion hurtles off the taligate but holds on, dragged by the wagon. Rool and Teemo grab hold of a rope securing a large wooden keg. Together they yank it. Untying the keg and sending it tumbling off the back. The minion looks up in horror as the heavy keg crushes him. But the danger is far from over. The wagon rocks along with one wheel half-destroyed. Willow whips the reins and looks over his shoulder. Steam-rolling toward them is the war chariot! The Nockmaar CHARIOT DRIVER stands up and stuffs the reins in his mouth. He rasise his arm and begins to twirl a deadly weapon, a kind of bolo-blade, over his head. Madmartigan defends himself with a wooden wagon-post. The chariot driver hurls the whistling blade: CHONK! It lodges in the post. Madmartigan tugs. So does the chariot driver. Back and forth, the wagons smashing up each other. At last Madmartigan lets go of the post and the chariot driver is sent tumbling through the air, over a cliff to his death. WILLOW: Whoa...whoa...! Willow tries to stop the horse. But the wheel collapses and he is thrown off into a ditch. The brownies dive overboard. Madmartigan jumps off and deliberately sends the wagon up the road. He scrambles down into the ditch and lies flat beside Willow. Suddenly, hoofbeats thunder and Sorsha and the rest of her troops gallop past. Lying flat, Madmartigan raises his head and sees Sorsha's long flowing red hair. MADMARTIGAN: That girl is a vision. As soon as the troops are gone, Willow jumps up. WILLOW: Where's the baby?? MADMARTIGAN: I thought you had her! ROOL/TEEMO: Willow!! The brownies are waving and gesturing madly, pointing at a heap of boards and rubble that broke off the wagon. Willow and Madmartigan race over and start digging, flinging debris aside. MADMARTIGAN: Now Willow, I know you're gonna blame me for this but it wasn't my fault...! WILLOW: Elora Danan! Willow sees the battered, lifeless papoose. He grabs it and rips it open. Madmartigan kneels in the dirt remorsefully. MADMARTIGAN: When I left the crossroads, I got ambushed by an elf! WILLOW: Madmartigan! You saved her life! MADMARTIGAN: I did? Willow holds up the baby. She giggles and smiles. Madmartigan switches gears, boasting: MADMARTIGAN: I mean, of course I saved her life. She's almost my daughter, isn't she? Willow bundles the baby and looks up the road. WILLOW: Let's get out of here before they come back. They hurry off into the darkening woods. EXT. WOODS - NIGHT A campfire blazes. Willow tends the baby while the brownies point up at the stars. TEEMO: Northeast is that way. We've come west and south. I think. Madmartigan dumps a big log on the fire, spraying the brownies with sparks. ROOL: Watch it! You're gonna set us on fire. MADMARTIGAN: Not a bad idea. Madmartigan terrorizes them with a flaming stick. Then he squats beside Willow and the baby. MADMARTIGAN: So you're on your way to Tir Asleen, huh? I hate to tell you this, Willow, but Tir Asleen dosn't exist. WILLOW: Yes it does. The Fairy Queen told me. MADMARTIGAN: The Fairy Queen? And the baby here's a princess? And these two rodents are your guides? He shakes his head skeptically, stretches out and puts his feet up on a log. MADMARTIGAN: Yeah well...in the morning I think I'll be on my way. He laughs sarcastically. Willow sets down the baby. He takes off Kiaya's necklace and fingers it sadly. WILLOW: Madmartigan, I need your help. MADMARTIGAN: My help? A great magician like you? You don't need any help. Willow stares at him angrily. WILLOW: But you're a great swordsman! He jumps and starts pacing around the fire. Rool and Teemo dive for cover. WILLOW: (explodes) You're not a warrior, Madmartigan! A warrior wouldn't lie there and do nothing! He kicks Madmartigan's boot and knocks his feet off the log. WILLOW: We're in trouble! You've seen the big army that's after us! You're a fake! You're a bum! You're a-- you're a coward!! He picks up a rock and pitches it wildly at the fire, sending up a shower of sparks. Madmartigan eyes him with concern. MADMARTIGAN: What's with you, Peck? Willow lets it all pour out. He begins to cry. WILLOW: I miss my wife! I miss my children! My boy Ranon! He's growing up so fast, he even helps me on the farm now! And little Mims! If you ever saw her sweet little face you'd *melt* Madmartigan, you'd *melt*! (sniffles) Or maybe you wouldn't. You don't know anything about love. You don't know anything about anything... Willow sits on the ground, exhausted. Madmartigan picks up the baby and sits with her in his lap. MADMARTIGAN: I was in love once, Willow. She had a hold on my heart. I could barely function. (a pause) I *was* a great swordsman! I was knighted! I could have been king! WILLOW: You? MADMARTIGAN: Yeah me. King! But she betrayed me. She robbed me of my dream. Madmartigan gently rocks the baby and stares at the fire. Willow watches him curiously. MADMARTIGAN: I'll never fall in love again... EXT. WOODS - MORNING Willow wakes up and looks around. The baby is gone. He panics. He scrambles a short distance through some bushes. WILLOW: Madmartigan! Madmartigan! They've been camped all night near the shore of a LAKE. Willow finds Madmartigan and the baby bathing happily in the water. MADMARTIGAN: Relax, Willow. We're having fun. The baby squeals with delight as Madmartigan twirls her around. He lifts her up and carries her to Willow on the shore. The brownies crawl through the bushes. Rool points out at the lake. ROOL: That's it! The sorceress lives there! In the middle of the lake is an island with a single tree. TEEMO: Are you sure? ROOL: (excited) Yes! Raziel! She lives out on that island! Madmartigan lets out a sarcastic, skeptical laugh. Teemo scratches his head and squints out at the island. TEEMO: That tree dosn't look like gold to me. MADMARTIGAN: Gold!! Madmartigan rubs his chin with sudden interest. TEEMO: Its branches are supposed to be made of gold, solid gold. WILLOW: How are we going to get out there? Madmartigan is suddenly pacing and thinking. MADMARTIGAN: We'll find a way, Willow. Look over there--that looks like a village--maybe they've got a boat. Come on, what are you waiting for? Madmartigan runs along the shore toward a small village in the distance. |