| SCRIPTS |
| Late Script - Trip to the Island to Journey to the Snow Camp |
| "WILLOW" * Story by George Lucas * Screenplay by Bob Dolman * Second Draft Second Revision April 1, 1987 * |
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EXT. DESERTED FISHING VILLAGE - DAY Half a dozen decrepit huts sit rotting on the edge of the lake. As they walk through the eerie deserted village, Madmartigan scrounges around for anything of value. MADMARTIGAN: Well, looks like I got you here. FRANJEAN: You?? What did you do, you stupid Daikini? All you did was hang around and eat our eggs! ROOL: And eat and eat and eat!
MADMARTIGAN: I'll eat you, you little--
He swipes at them. Franjean jumps up on a boat.
FRANJEAN: Daikini dog!
He spits in Madmartigan's eye.
ROOL: Yeah -- Daikini dog! Willow discovers a small boat. He sets the baby down. WILLOW: I found a boat! We're all set. MADMARTIGAN: Good. Take these two lizards out and drown 'em. (kneels beside baby) Goodbye, Sticks. Madmartigan begins to walk away. WILLOW: Madmartigan. MADMARTIGAN: What! WILLOW: Thanks. Madmartigan throws him a reckless wave and wanders off. ROOL: I am going to miss him.
FRANJEAN: Me too. I enjoyed humiliating him.
ROOL:Me too.
Willow pushes the boat to the lake.
BOY: What are you doing?
Willow looks up. A golden-haired BOY is standing waist-deep in the water.
Franjean and Rool immediately stand guard by Elora Danan.
WILLOW: I'm borrowing this boat to go out to that island.
BOY: The island is cursed. Don't go out there!
WILLOW: Cursed?
BOY: Beware of the lake. Queen Bavmorda's powers control the elements here.
The boy dives into the lake and disappears.
ROOL: Cherlindrea said nothing about a curse.
WILLOW: I don't think we should go out there.
Franjean elbows Rool out of the way.
FRANJEAN: That was just an odd boy. Pay him no mind. Fin Raziel is a most
powerful sorceress. You must take the wand to her.
ROOL: She will save us.
WILLOW: I don't want to take Elora out there.
FRANJEAN:You're right! Leave her on shore.
Franjean nudges Rool. They smile hopefully.
ROOL:Oh yes! We will stay here with her.
Willow looks nervously out at the island. INT. FISHING HUT - DAY WIllow sets the baby down in a sheltered place. WILLOW: It's all right, Elora. Go to sleep. Nobody will find you here. I'll be back with Fin Raziel very soon. The brownies grab sticks for spears. FRANJEAN: We will guard her with our meager lives. Willow nods to them as they snap to attention. He kisses the baby and leaves the hut. EXT. LAKE - DAY Willow rows the small boat across the eerie grey lake toward the island. He looks back with concern for the baby. EXT. ISLAND - DAY WIllow jumps ashore near a broken skeleton. WILLOW: Raziel? Hello! Fin Raziel!
He walks to a large tree. RAZIEL: (O.S.) What are you doing here! Get away! A little possum-like animal scurries down the tree and hisses viciously at Willow. RAZIEL: Go back! Who are you? WILLOW: I'm Willow Ufgood. I'm here to find the great sorceress, Fin Raziel. RAZIEL: That's me! I'm Raziel! WILLOW: This can't be right! RAZIEL: One of Bavmorda's spells transformed me. WILLOW: Well, this wand is for you, it's from Cherlindrea. Willow takes out the wand. Raziel springs right onto his chest. RAZIEL: Cherlindrea! The prophecy was true then. The princess has been born? WILLOW: Yes -- and she needs you.
A flock of birds screech and fly away. The wind begins to blow and the sky darkens.
RAZIEL: Hide the wand! Bavmorda knows of your presence here.
WILLOW: What about Elora Danan!
RAZIEL: Hurry! Get in the boat! Get off this island right now! EXT. LAKE - DAY
Willow holds onto Raziel as the raging storm pitches the boat. Suddenly Raziel
points to the stern. A hand appears. The water boy begins to climb in.
RAZIEL: Kill him!
WILLOW: No!
RAZIEL: Kill him!
Willow hesitates but then grabs the oar and smashes the boy back into the lake.
The boy surfaces like a dolphin. His shape CHANGES, becoming fish-like, diving and
vanishing. Then: he attacks the boat! He is now a ferocious shark-like MONSTER. He chomps the boat
and Willow bashes him with the oar.
The monster pulls away with fishing nets in his mouth. The nets are also tangled around
Willow's feet. Willow pulls out his dagger as the fishing nets yank him overboard.
Underwater, Willow swirls behind the monster, until finally, he cuts
himself free with his dagger.
He surfaces and madly swims toward the pitching boat. The monstrous fish surfaces and
charges after him.
RAZIEL: Hurry, Willow! Hurry! Willow climbs aboard. The monster chomps at the boat. Willow digs out a magic acorn. But drops it! He fumbles in the leaking boat and finds it. The monster opens its jaws to devour Willow. Willow throws the acorn and the monster turns to stone and sinks into the lake. EXT. DESERTED FISHING VILLAGE - DAY
The storm dies down as Willow struggles ashore, falling to his knees, coughing and
spitting. INT. HUT - DAY Willow and Raziel look down at the baby. RAZIEL: It is Elora Danan. At last, sky and earth rejoin. Isn't she beautiful... ROOL: That's Raziel?! FRANJEAN: I don't know. I expected something more grand... less fuzzy. RAZIEL: Willow, you must use the wand. Turn me back to my human form. WILLOW: All right. Tell me what to do. He holds the wand like an amateur. RAZIEL: You're not a sorcerer? WILLOW: Yes. Sort of. Well, I'm a farmer. But I know a few tricks and... RAZIEL: Tricks?? Cherlindrea sent you!? You can't just
learn sorcery -- it takes years and years!
She scurries around and throws a small fit.
WILLOW: I'm sorry.
RAZIEL: Quiet!! You must learn. Come away. There's an evil here...!
Willow picks up the baby and follows the irrational possum out the door. EXT. FISHING VILLAGE - OUTSIDE HUT - DAY They come out of the hut, look up and see Madmartigan and three Nockmaar SOLDIERS on horseback. The brownies duck back into the hut. Raziel runs but a soldier skewers her tail with his spear. MADMARTIGAN: Hi, Peck. Sorry about this. SERGEANT: Keep your mouth shut! The Nockmaar SERGEANT brutally knocks Madmartigan off his horse. On the ground WE SEE that Madmartigan's hands are bound, his back has been lashed, and his clothes are shredded. SERGEANT: You see? I told you we'd find them anyway. Other soldiers gallop up. A soldier quickly dismounts and tries to grab the baby from Willow, but Willow puts up a fight. WILLOW: No! Get away from her! You can't have her! Leave her alone! Sorsha gallops up with a couple of troops. The soldier knocks Willow down and hands the baby to Sorsha. SORSHA: This is the baby we're looking for. We must take it back to Nockmaar. RAZIEL: (dangling from the spear) Your mother can't overturn
the prophecy. She hasn't the power.
SORSHA: Fin Raziel... did you think my mother would let you escape? Sorsha nods, and the soldiers toss Raziel into a sack. Madmartigan staggers to his feet and jostles a soldier aside. Sorsha glares down at his tattered clothes. SORSHA: Lose your skirt? MADMARTIGAN: I've still got what counts. SORSHA: Not for long. She kicks Madmartigan in the jaw, knocking him off balance, then turns her horse and rides away. EXT. WOODS - DAY The Nockmaar troops gallop away with their prisoners. Franjean and Rool come running after them. They flop down, out of breath. FRANJEAN: I'm exhausted. ROOL: We'll never keep up with those horses. FRANJEAN: Then we will have to track them. ROOL: You don't know how to do that. Besides, that would take forever. And even if we find them, they'll catch us, stick us in cages, torture us and finally devour us. FRANJEAN: Are you suggesting we go home? Rool considers this. ROOL: No. This is more fun. They follow the army. EXT. MOUNTAINS - DAY Sorsha and her men now ride with a caravan of fifty NOCKMAAR TROOPS toward snow-covered mountains. Raziel sits in a cage on the back of a wagon. Willow and Madmartigan struggle along behind, chained by their necks. WILLOW: I'm worried about Elora. She doesn't sound good. RAZIEL: Hurry -- try the chant again. Willow tries to concentrate. WILLOW: Tanna... looth... I can't remember the middle part! RAZIEL: Locktwarr! That's the word that pleads for change! WILLOW: (really memorizing) Locktwarr, locktwarr... Sorsha rides up alongside the prisoners, patrolling her troops, confidently in command, controlling her horse magnificently. RAZIEL: Sorsha, you remind me of your father.
SORSHA: Don't insult me. He was a weakling.
RAZIEL: He was a warrior, and a great king.
SORSHA: He was a traitor, an enemy of Nockmaar.
RAZIEL: Your mother has poisoned you. Somewhere up ahead the baby cries. WILLOW: Elora's cold and hungry. She knows me. Please, let me take care of her. SORSHA: I don't need help from a peck. (catches Madmartigan staring at her) What are you looking at? MADMARTIGAN: Your leg... I'd like to break it. SORSHA: You might find that difficult, slave, while I'm up here, and you're down there. Madmartigan angrily strains against his chains.
MADMARTIGAN: Then come down here and take this chain off my neck!
Sorsha smiles.
SORSHA: I'll take it off at your funeral. She spurs her horse and rides off. Madmartigan rubs his sore jaw. MADMARTIGAN: I hate that woman. EXT. ROAD TOWARD SNOW CAMP - LATE AFTERNOON The caravan rides toward a large Nockmaar camp. Willow tries to look ahead. He falls and is dragged along. Madmartigan hoists him onto his shoulders. Death Dogs howl and fires burn ominously up ahead. General Kael rides out to meet the caravan. MADMARTIGAN: Aw, no... Kael... that's all I need. Sorsha gallops with the baby under her arm. She shows Kael the baby and he howls like a beast. They ride into camp. WILLOW: What are they going to do to her? |