| SCRIPTS |
| Late Script - Wagon Chase to Arrival at the Lake |
| "WILLOW" * Story by George Lucas * Screenplay by Bob Dolman * Second Draft Second Revision April 1, 1987 * |
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EXT. ROAD - CHASE - DAY
The wagon fishtails along the muddy road. In the back,
Rool bounces all over the place, and Franjean tries to hold onto him.
Willow huddles under the seat, where there is a small storage box packed with
straw. He puts the baby safely inside, bumping his head as he does so.
WILLOW: Stop! Slow down! Stop!
But Madmartigan speeds up. WILLOW: Stop this wagon, Madmartigan! You're gonna get
us killed!
Madmartigan is about to be shot between the eyes. He lets go of the reins and
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 into the mud.
The wagon bounces and flies along. Madmartigan knocks the bow away from the horseman, who
jumps on board. They fight. Willow tries to reach the dangling reins. He looks up and sees an exposed tree root in the road. The wagon is headed straight for it! The wheel hits the root and Willow is thrown down into the harness where he dangles near the hoofs and the road. Rool and Franjean stagger dizzily in the back. Willow eventually climbs back into the
wagon. One of the minions is right there snarling at him, stabbing at him with his
spear. Willow finds a mallet under the toolbox. He suddenly
hits the minion in the groin with it. The minion lets out a howl
and stands up straight. WHACK! an overhanging branch hits him and he
is left dangling and twitching in the distance.
Madmartigan knocks the other minion off the back. But the danger
is far from over. Steam-rolling after them is the war chariot! The CHARIOT DRIVER stands up
and stuffs the reins in his mouth. He raises his arm and twirls a deadly weapon, a kind
of bolo-blade over his head. Willow finally grabs the reins and immediately yanks hard
on them. WILLOW: Whoa! Whoa! The wagon stops. The chariot flies on by! Willow dives under the seat to check the baby. MADMARTIGAN: What are you doing? Are you crazy? The chariot stops, U-turns and speeds toward them. WILLOW: You can't chase around with Elora like this. We're getting off. Madmartigan grabs the reins and takes off, tumbling Willow into the back. He heads straight toward the chariot, playing "chicken." WILLOW: Madmartigan, I mean it -- I don't wanna have to hurt you! At the last moment the chariot veers away. Madmartigan WHACKS the driver with the spear and the chariot topples over and crashes into a tree. EXT. ROADSIDE - DAY Madmartigan halts the wagon. MADMARTIGAN: Now we stop, Peck. Willow gets the crying baby out from under the
seat and jumps to the ground. The brownies jump off.
FRANJEAN: WILLOW: You never ever drive that fast with an infant! MADMARTIGAN: I just saved that "infant's" life. Madmartigan whacks the horse, sending the wagon down the road. He hustles Willow into a ditch and they lie flat. Franjean dives after them. Rool, still confused, stops. ROOL: Where am I? Sorsha and troops thunder past, spinning Rool. WILLOW: I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. You swore
on your word of honor you'd look after Elora Danan.
MADMARTIGAN: I did! But I was attacked... by a huge, hairy, vicious, smelly...
cyclops...
FRANJEAN: I am not smelly!
ROOL: Franjean stole the baby while you were taking a--
MADMARTIGAN: Get outta here!
He stamps the ground and Rool topples over.
WILLOW: You're no man of honor.
MADMARTIGAN: I was once the greatest knight in the kingdom of Galladoorn.
He picks up a stick, swishes it around like a sword, but he screws up and the
stick goes flying.
WILLOW: You're reckless.
Franjean helps Rool to his feet.
FRANJEAN: And irresponsible.
ROOL: And dangerous.
FRANJEAN: I declare we execute him!
They've all ganged up on him.
MADMARTIGAN: I don't need this. I'm on my way. I gotta find some people my
own size. (to the baby) Goodby, skinny.
WILLOW: She's not skinny.
MADMARTIGAN: Look at her arms. They look like a couple of sticks. He's not
feeding you enough, is he?
He tickles the baby, she giggles. He blows her a kiss and strides away. In the
distance WE HEAR dogs howling. Madmartigan stops and shouts back. MADMARTIGAN: You better clear out, Willow, before those troops come back! He heads off. Rool hiccups and falls over.
FRANJEAN: Stand up straight. We are an army. WILLOW: We don't need him, Elora. The baby bursts out crying. EXT. FIELD - DAY Willow hurries with the baby through tall grass. WILLOW: Madmartigan, wait! Madmartigan strides along up ahead. MADMARTIGAN: Go home, Willow. I thought you didn't trust me. WILLOW: I don't. But we need your help. MADMARTIGAN: My help? A great sorcerer like you? What do you need my help for? WILLOW: You're a great warrior and a swordsman and you're ten times bigger than I am, stupid! MADMARTIGAN: Are you trying to make my life more difficult than it is? Dogs bark, soldiers shout. Madmartigan hits the dirt. They keep still. Rool hiccups. WILLOW: Look, I'm sorry I got angry. We wouldn't have escaped without you. Madmartigan squints at the baby and gives the top of her head a friendly scratch. MADMARTIGAN: Yeah well don't expect me to help you again. The dog noises fade away. Franjean and Rool pop up, and Rool points his arm in various directions, like a navigator. ROOL: That way!
FRANJEAN: We go beyond that hill to the lake!
Nearby, Madmartigan hikes along behind Willow. MADMARTIGAN: Aw, no-- That's where I'm going...! He swaggers past Willow and takes the lead. MADMARTIGAN: All right, all right... You can stick with me as far as the lake. But that's it. You're not going south, I hope. WILLOW: No. Just as far as the lake. MADMARTIGAN: Good. (to the brownies) Mumbo! Jumbo! I'm hungry. Go find me some eggs or something. Now! The brownies jump off their rock and scurry away. FRANJEAN: We are not afraid of you! Madmartigan mutters to Willow. MADMARTIGAN: Ungrateful little creatures... They trek on. INT. THRONE ROOM - DAY Bavmorda paces anxiously with her druids. Kael enters with two minions. BAVMORDA: Kael... Have you found the child? KAEL: The search goes on, my queen. BAVMORDA: Why, with all my powers, with the strength of my great army, can you not find this little child? KAEL: We search even now. It won't be long. Bavmorda isn't thrilled by this report. BAVMORDA: Find the child, find the child! Time is running out! Kael backs away from her and exits. EXT. WOODS - NIGHT Beside a campfire the brownies sleep restlessly. They snort and roll and grunt, and Rool finally whacks Franjean in the face. Madmartigan rips his female clothes apart and re-makes them into a loincloth and smock. He watches Willow check the baby, who is asleep in her papoose. MADMARTIGAN: She's kind of cute when she's asleep. WILLOW: She's really a princess, you know. MADMARTIGAN: And you're a great sorcerer, and I'm the King of Cashmere. Go to sleep. Madmartigan turns over and shuts his eyes. WILLOW: Good night, Madmartigan. Willow secretively takes out the magic wand. Unable to resist it, he shakes it lightly a couple of times. WILLOW: (whispers Tuatha... lawkathok... tuatha...! He gives the wand a good shake. Suddenly there's a FLASH, as if fingers of lightning are zapping Willow with a CRACK, and he flies OUT OF FRAME. Madmartigan sits up. MADMARTIGAN: Willow? Willow? He looks up. Willow is stuck in the leaves of an overhanging branch. His body is smoking. MADMARTIGAN: Oh, there you are. Goodnight, Willow. Madmartigan goes back to sleep. EXT. RUGGED LANDSCAPE - DAY Carrying the baby, Willow follows Rool and Franjean. Madmartigan walks behind, on the lookout for any danger. EXT. WATERFALL - DAY The expedition rests by a magnificent waterfall. Holding the baby, Madmartigan lets her suck on a wild root. WILLOW: What are you doing? MADMARTIGAN: I found some blackroot. She loves it. WILLOW: Blackroot!! I am the father of two children: you never ever give a baby blackroot! MADMARTIGAN: My mother raised us on blackroot.
It puts hair on your chest. Right, Sticks?
He takes a generous bite of the blackroot. WILLOW: Her name is not Sticks. She's Elora Danan, the future empress of Tir Asleen. And the last thing she's going to want is a hairy chest. Willow snatches the blackroot from Madmartigan and flings it away. EXT. CLIFF - DAY Franjean and Rool point to an island in the middle of a lake. ROOL: There's the island! WILLOW: We made it! FRANJEAN: We'll get a boat in that village. They start down a cliffside. Madmartigan follows. |