| SCRIPTS |
| Late Script - Night at the Snow Camp to Escape from the Snow Camp |
| "WILLOW" * Story by George Lucas * Screenplay by Bob Dolman * Second Draft Second Revision April 1, 1987 * |
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EXT. SNOW CAMP - NIGHT Clutching the bars of a jail cell, Madmartigan looks out at the camp. On a nearby lean-to, where skins and shields are kept, Raziel hangs in her cage. Willow kneels over a bowl where he has mixed snow and dirt into a blob of mud. WILLOW: Hither wolha bairn deru bordak bellanockt... MADMARTIGAN: That's magic? It smells terrible. WILLOW: That's the life spark. It forms after... MADMARTIGAN: Well it stinks. This whole thing stinks. RAZIEL: Ignore him, Willow. He's a fool. (Madmartigan gives her a dirty look)
Now repeat the incantations.
Willow stirs the concoction with the wand. WILLOW: Earth, water, sky: What's next?
RAZIEL: Fire - it must be burned to a fine ash.
WILLOW: How are we gonna get fire?
The torches are out of reach. Madmartigan digs a flint out of his pocket and
scratches it against the cage: it sparks. He grins.
MADMARTIGAN: "Ignore him, Willow. He's a fool."
But suddenly Madmartigan hides the flint: Kael comes up and stares at him.
KAEL: I know you.
MADMARTIGAN: No... I'd remember you.
KAEL: Madmartigan.
MADMARTIGAN: No-no. Madmartigan's dead.
KAEL: Good! He stole my woman.
MADMARTIGAN: He stole mine too. I killed him. I'm a master swordsman. Lemme
out of here, I'll win this war for you.
Kael instantly grabs Madmartigan by the throat and yanks him right up to the jail bars.
KAEL: This war's already won.!
He flings Madmartigan to the ground and stomps off. MADMARTIGAN: If only I had a sword.... He makes the same exotic fluorishes he made back at the crossroads. WILLOW: If only you'd quit talking about it.
Willow hears the baby crying.
WILLOW: Elora is sick. They're not taking care of her.
RAZIEL: Willow, worrying won't help her. Finish your work! WILLOW: Tonight?? I'm not ready. RAZIEL: You'd better be.
Suddenly bootsteps clomp toward them. Willow quickly folds the mud-ball inside
some cloth and hides it in his pocket. The lieutenant unlocks the cell and grabs Willow.
LIEUTENANT: Peck! You're coming with me.
He slams the cell door in Madmartigan's angry face and drags Willow away. INT. SORSHA'S TENT - NIGHT
The Lieutenant flings Willow into a tent and exits. Sorsha, still in uniform, comes out
from behind a flap, holding the crying coughing baby.
SORSHA: There's something wrong with this baby. Make it shut up.
She thrusts the baby into Willow's arms.
WILLOW: She has a fever. This is bad.
SORSHA: Do something, Peck.
WILLOW: She's wrapped up too tight, she can hardly breathe.
SORSHA: Do you think she's hungry? I tried to feed her but she just spat
it out. I'm not a mother.
Willow loosens the swaddling and the baby calms down.
WILLOW: My son Ranon had this cough and he almost died. We need lots of
steam. Here...
Willow holds the baby up to Sorsha.
SORSHA: No -- she'll start crying again.
WILLOW: Hold her up, on your left shoulder. She likes that.
Sorsha takes Elora. Willow hooks a pot of water over the fire. Then he
takes the pouch of mud from his pocket and ignites it.
SORSHA: Who's that horrible friend of yours?
WILLOW: You mean Madmartigan?
SORSHA: (with some contempt) Madmartigan, yes. Who is he?
WILLOW: I don't know very much about him.
SORSHA: He's very bold.
WILLOW: He says he's a master swordsman.
Sorsha laughs.
SORSHA: We'll see about that...
The mud flashes slightly then burns to an ash. Willow accidentally drops it.
He turns to Sorsha so she won't see it.
WILLOW: Bring Elora here, near the steam. Somebody will have to stay up with
her all night to make sure she keeps breathing.
Sorsha shows a flash of fear. She squats down and gives the baby to Willow.
SORSHA: Don't let her die, Peck. My mother needs her alive.
She turns and goes to the sleeping area. Willow rocks the baby by the steam. He
quickly scoops up the ash and stuffs it in his pocket. EXT. NOCKMAAR CAMPSITE - MORNING
It is nearing dawn. Madmartigan is asleep. He wakes up as Willow is thrown back
in the cell.
MADMARTIGAN: What happened?
WILLOW: Elora was sick. But she's going to be all right now. (looks up at
Raziel) Raziel, I did it. I fired the potion.
RAZIEL: Good, we are ready. Willow tries to reach her cage with a stick but can't.
WILLOW: Madmartigan -- help me. Madmartigan reluctantly pokes the cage with the stick. Crash! It falls and shatters. He bumps his head and falls, and Raziel scampers up to his face. MADMARTIGAN: Ow-ow-ow-ow! Willow, why don't you help me try to break out of here instead of chattering with this muskrat? RAZIEL: Muskrat!! When I change back to my former self and can use Cherlindrea's wand, I will open this cage, crush this army, and take Elora Danan to Tir Asleen, where she will be safe! She bites Willow's finger. WILLOW: Ow! What did you bite me for?? RAZIEL: You must put three drops of your blood in the potion. WILLOW: Well you could have warned me... RAZIEL: Now -- rub it on the wand and make it your own. Willow applies the blood, intensely focusing on his important task. Madmartigan looks on with interest. RAZIEL: What is a sorcerer's greatest power?
WILLOW: His will.
RAZIEL: Use it. Remember everything I have taught you. Silence. Tension. Willow holds up the wand and concentrates. He quietly begins to chant. WILLOW: Hither greenan bairn claideb lunanockt. FRANJEAN: We have arrived. Hello, everybody! ROOL: You are saved! WILLOW/ RAZIEL/ MADMARTIGAN: Shhhh! Franjean and Rool look up, highly insulted. Willow begins to chant again. WILLOW: Avaggdu... suporium... luatha... MADMARTIGAN: What are you gonna look like, Raziel, if this works? RAZIEL: Quiet! Don't interrupt. MADMARTIGAN: Sorry. WILLOW: Luatha... danalora... RAZIEL: (to Madmartigan) I am young and more beautiful than you could ever imagine. Madmartigan's eyes flicker with anticipation. MADMARTIGAN: Concentrate, Willow. Willow shuts his eyes and strains with all his might. WILLOW: Danalora... avalorium... greenan luatha, danu, danu, danalora luatha danu...! RAZIEL: No, Willow! You're losing me...! Raziel's voice begins to squawk strangely. Her body contorts and her fur begins to change into black feathers. She is transformed into a raven-sized BIRD. Willow collapses, rubbing his sore wrist, and drops the smoking wand. [Note sequence difference between late script and movie in the following conversation.] FRANJEAN: Oh-oh. The Nelwyn really butchered that one. MADMARTIGAN: Nice try, Willow. You all right?
WILLOW: Now how are we going to get out? FRANJEAN: Oh! You want out? ROOL: Easy! We can pick the lock. WILLOW: I'm sorry, Raziel. RAZIEL: My fault! You weren't ready. Farmers -- Cherlindrea sends me farmers! The brownies scurry up to the cell bars and begin to pry the lock open with Franjean's spear. Madmartigan leans over and watches closely. Franjean elbows Rool away. FRANJEAN: No no, like this--! MADMARTIGAN: Here, let me try. FRANJEAN: Get back, you stupid fat Daikini! Franjean whacks Madmartigan across the nose with his hip pouch. Dust of Broken Heart flies into Madmartigan's face and he rubs his eyes and sneezes. The brownies click the lock open. FRANJEAN: There! You are free! WILLOW: Come on, Madmartigan. Let's get Elora Danan out of here. Madmartigan stands, slightly dizzy, and bumps against the
door as he follows Willow out.
RAZIEL: Wait! What about me!
Raziel flaps her wings and flies up into the sky. EXT. THROUGH THE CAMP - DAWN Willow sneaks behind tents with Franjean and Rool, hiding from the patrolling guards.
He looks back. Madmartigan is sauntering along, staring at
the sky.
WILLOW: (whispers) Madmartigan!
MADMARTIGAN: Look at the sky, Willow. The sun's coming up, but you can still
see the stars. Isn't that beautiful?
Rool and Franjean react and look at each other guiltily. Willow yanks Madmartigan
behind Sorsha's tent. A soldier stands guard at the front. WILLOW: Are you all right? MADMARTIGAN: Never better. I feel... good. They peek inside the back of the tent. WILLOW: I left Elora right there on those furs. MADMARTIGAN: Only one of us should go in there. I've
had experience with this
sort of thing. I know what I'm doing.
Raziel lands on a nearby tent.
RAZIEL: Hurry! Hurry!
Madmartigan dashes inside. INT. SORSHA'S TENT - DAWN Elora Danan lies asleep in the far corner. As Madmartigan creeps past Sorsha's bed he stops. Out of her armor, in soft nightclothes, Sorsha looks like a goddess. Willow and the brownies peek in. Madmartigan bends over Sorsha's bed and gently kisses her. As he pulls away he whispers, almost inaudibly: MADMARTIGAN: I love you...
ROOL: Oh-oh. WILLOW: Madmartigan, what are you doing? Get going....! Willow frantically waves his hand. It looks as if Madmartigan will leave. But suddenly he clasps his heart. MADMARTIGAN: Oh, Sorsha. Awake from this hateful sleep. It deprives me of your beauty. The beauty of your eyes. Sorsha's eyes open and a dagger flashes from beneath her bedsheet and appears at his crotch. SORSHA: One move, jackass, and you really will be a woman. Madmartigan reaches out with both hands. MADMARTIGAN: You are my moon, my sun, my starlit sky. Without you I dwell in darkness. I love you! Willow sees this and sneaks into the tent. SORSHA: What are you doing here? MADMARTIGAN: Your power has enchanted me and I stand helpless against it. Come to me, now, tonight. Let me worship you in my arms. SORSHA: Get away from me! The dagger slices his shirt right up to his throat. MADMARTIGAN: I love you! SORSHA: Stop saying that! MADMARTIGAN: How can I stop the beating of my heart? It pounds like never before. He grabs her free hand and clasps it against his naked chest. Her other hand presses the dagger against his throat. SORSHA: Out of fear. MADMARTIGAN: Out of love. SORSHA: I can stop it. I'll kill you. MADMARTIGAN: Death next to love is a trivial thing. Your touch is worth a hundred thousand deaths. He lets go of her hand She does not take it away from his chest. Her trembling body surrenders and responds to him. They almost kiss but suddenly Kael rips open the canvas and catches them! He holds Willow, who in turn holds the baby. KAEL: What's going on here? It all happens fast. Kael tosses Willow and the baby on some straw. Sorsha backs away from Madmartigan and sees the empty crib. SORSHA: Deceiver! She lunges at Madmartigan. He rolls backward, kicks the dagger out of her hand, grabs her sword, and cuts down the center pole. As the tent collapses around them, he grabs Sorsha and begins to give her a kiss. EXT. SNOW CAMP - MORNING [Note sequence differences between late script and movie during the escape.] Bodies writhe under the fallen mass of canvas, and Raziel screeches above. Then, a silver blade slits through the tent, and out jumps Madmartigan wielding Sorsha's sword. Alarm! Nockmaar soldiers and Death Dogs charge across the snow. Madmartigan fluorishes the sword with the strange exotic style he boasted earlier. This time it's the real thing: he battles the enemy with incredible skill, backing toward the steep mountain slope. Willow crawls out from under the corner of the tent, clutching the baby. Madmartigan kills several soldiers, littering the snow with bodies and weapons. Willow reacts, impressed by Madmartigan's swordsmanship. Madmartigan bows, proud and cocky. MADMARTIGAN: Whoops! He slips on the ice and catches himself. Nearby a shield skids along the snow. MADMARTIGAN: Willow! Jump on the shield! Kael gashes open the tent with his huge black sword. KAEL: Bowmen! Horses! After them! Willow and Madmartigan run toward the shield. Archers draw their bows. Madmartigan turns and sees Sorsha beside Kael, as Willow gets on the shield with Elora. MADMARTIGAN: I didn't betray you, Sorsha! I love you! As arrows rain down around him, he leaps onto the shield. Sorsha watches them as they slide away down the mountain, Raziel flapping and shrieking overhead. KAEL: After them!! Kael points his sword and a crack squad of Nockmaar HORSEMEN gallop down the mountain after the sled-shield. EXT. DOWN THE SNOWY MOUNTAIN - DAY Willow hugs the baby while he sits between Madmartigan's legs, and the shield zooms down the mountain, zig-zagging through trees. The Nockmaar horsemen gallop after them. The shield skips and flies over snowdrifts and bumps. Raziel squawks in terror above them. Just missing trees and rocks, they pick up speed. Their eyes suddenly widen. Dead ahead is a huge wall of ice! Willow shuts his eyes. The shield speeds toward the wall. At the last moment Madmartigan steers them into a small opening, little more than a crack. Raziel, barely missing the wall, soars up into the sky and loses them. INT. ICE TUNNEL - DAY
They slide and sway down a long tube of ice, picking up incredible speed until they
loop 360 degrees upside-down and around and shoots out a hole at the other end. EXT. MOUNTAINSIDE - DAY They soar through the air. Madmartigan and Willow shriek in terror. But Elora Danan laughs: she's having fun! The shield lands and Madmartigan loses his grip and falls off. Willow watches in horror as Madmartigan disappears in the deep snow behind them. The shield keeps going. It lands on the slope and speeds toward the village below. EXT. VILLAGE - DAY Willow leans hard to one side and the shield screeches to a halt, hockey-style, sending up a spray of snow. WILLOW: Are you all right, Elora? (she giggles) Everything is going to be all right when you get to Tir Asleen. Some CHILDREN point up the mountain and squeal with delight. VILLAGERS run for their lives. Willow turns and looks. A huge snowball is steamrolling down the mountain. It plows through the middle of the village, scattering people. At last it smashes against a building. The villagers stand back. A sword appears. Out crawls Madmartigan. Willow angrily marches up. WILLOW: Madmartigan! Madmartigan tries to walk. He's very dizzy. MADMARTIGAN: What happened up there? WILLOW: You started spouting poetry. MADMARTIGAN: I did? WILLOW: "I love you Sorsha, I worship you Sorsha." -- you almost got us killed! Madmartigan gives himself a good whack on the side of the head, to unscramble his brain. MADMARTIGAN: "I love you Sorsha?" I don't love her. She kicked me in the face. I hate her... don't I? Suddenly there's a frantic screech overhead. RAZIEL: Kael! Kael! VILLAGER: Nockmaar troops! Kael and twenty horsemen charge toward the village. People flee into their huts. Madmartigan grabs one of them. MADMARTIGAN: They're after us. VILLAGER: Come with us. Some villagers rush them into a house just as Kael's squad invades. |