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| Transcript - The Journey to Nockmaar to Planning for Battle |
| "WILLOW" * Story by George Lucas * Screenplay by Bob Dolman * Released May 1988 * © Lucasfilm Ltd.1988 * |
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Riding fast, Kael arrives at Nockmaar. KAEL: I have the child! His horse thunders across the drawbridge, which closes behind him. Too late, Madmartigan and Sorsha arrive before the gates, and Madmartigan shouts with rage. The rest of the rebel army straggles up behind them. AIRK: We need towers and a battering ram. Break out the tents. Make camp! In Airk's saddlebag, Rool gestures with his sword, clunking Franjean in the face. ROOL: Make camp! Ah ha ha ha ha ha hee ha!! AIRK: We'll assault at first light. Inside the castle, Bavmorda inspects Elora with pleasure. BAVMORDA: Where's Sorsha? KAEL: She has turned against us, your highness. Bavmorda's mouth twists bitterly. BAVMORDA: Turned against me?! (storming out of the room) Prepare for the ritual! It's dark outside. Bavmorda looks down from the ramparts and laughs. BAVMORDA: This is not an army. (laughs some more) RAZIEL: Willow, quick! Hide! Startled, he turns and goes into a tent, followed by Raziel. Madmartigan, Sorsha and the soldiers look up uneasily at Bavmorda. RAZIEL: Use the shelter chant. Protect yourself! WILLOW: Why? RAZIEL: Just do it! Willow drops to his knees and raises the wand. Outside, Madmartigan calls out to Bavmorda. MADMARTIGAN: We've come for Elora Danan. BAVMORDA: You dare to challenge me? You're not warriors - you're pigs! Madmartigan suddenly doubles over, moaning in pain, as Bavmorda begins chanting. His face starts to transform, then his body, and he squeals like a pig. BAVMORDA: (gesturing) You're all pigs! The rest of the army starts transforming, including the brownies. BAVMORDA: Pigs... (snorts) Inside the tent, Willow concentrates on the magic spell. WILLOW: Avaggdu... luatha... bairn off haefermore... Outside, the rebels' painful transformation continues as Bavmorda laughs. BAVMORDA: Sorshaaa! SORSHA: (untouched by the spell) Mother, no! Bavmorda is momentarily stunned by this defiance, then gestures at Sorsha. BAVMORDA: Kothon! Sorsha doubles over and begins to transform. Bavmorda forces a laugh. Inside the tent: WILLOW: Avaggdu... luatha... bairn off haefermore... Avaggdu... luatha... bairn off haefermore... Inside the castle's high tower, the minions bind the whimpering baby. Finished playing, Bavmorda moves swiftly into the room. BAVMORDA: Begin the ritual. This baby will not destroy me. A druid lights a candle as Bavmorda changes her robe. She addresses an opening in the ceiling. BAVMORDA: Come thunder! Come lightning! Touch this altar with your powers. The elements respond to her command. One druid strikes a gong as another carries Elora to the altar. Outside, Willow emerges from the tent and is confronted with the sight of a large herd of pigs instead of the army he was expecting. He runs back inside, flings himself down and strikes the ground with a growl of frustration. WILLOW: We've come all this way and now Elora Danan's gonna die! RAZIEL: No, we can still defeat Bavmorda. WILLOW: She's too powerful, Raziel. RAZIEL: Transform me, and I will destroy her. She approaches Willow, who solemnly gets to his feet and raises the wand. WILLOW: (gesturing with the wand) Elements of eternity, above and below. Balance of essence, fire beget snow. He closes his eyes and points the wand at Raziel. WILLOW: Locktwarr danalora, luatha danu, tuatha tuatha, chnox danu... RAZIEL: (at the same time) Willow... believe in the words... concentrate.... Raziel begins to transform into an ostrich. WILLOW: Locktwarr danalora, luatha danu, tuatha tuatha, chnox danu... Locktwarr danalora... RAZIEL: (at the same time) (squeals)... Oh no! (more squealing) Willow sneaks a peak at Raziel then closes his eyes and continues with the chant. WILLOW: Locktwarr danalora, luatha danu, tuatha tuatha, chnox danu... RAZIEL: (at the same time) (several squeals and squawks as she transforms into a turtle) Willow, don't give up! Willooowww! WILLOW: (straining harder and harder) Locktwarr danalora, luatha danu, tuatha tuatha, chnox danu... Locktwarr danalora, luatha danu, tuatha tuatha, chnox danu... Aahh! RAZIEL: (at the same time) Oh, Willow! She transforms to a roaring tiger, then into human form. Willow, with his eyes still shut, drops the wand and falls, gripping his arm. Raziel rises, looking at her hands in wonder. She is very old. Willow notices her and sits up, forgetting all about the pain in his arm. WILLOW: Raziel. Raziel looks at him and sighs with happiness. Willow covers her with a blanket. RAZIEL: Has it been so long? WILLOW: I'm sorry. RAZIEL: (turning serious) Willow, we have work to do. Give me the wand. (he does) We must undo Bavmorda's sorcery. Let them in, now. Willow lifts the tent flap and a pig comes in. Raziel aims the wand at it. RAZIEL: Luatha grain chnox, y folu famu... In Bavmorda's tower, Elora wails on the altar. Bavmorda cuts off a lock of the baby's hair with a dagger, and drops it into a goblet of blood, which a druid then pours into a large bowl. BAVMORDA: Black fires forever kindled within, let the second rite begin! In the rebel camp, men hurriedly skulk toward the commander's tent. REBEL SOLDIER: (whispering) Quick, inside! A meeting is in progress inside the tent. AIRK: That won't breach the wall. We can't get inside. SORSHA: Elora Danan will die.... RAZIEL: ...unless we save her. REBEL SOLDIER: Bavmorda's too powerful! RAZIEL: No! She cannot transform you again, my spell is protecting this camp! MADMARTIGAN: But can your magic get us inside the fortress? Raziel shakes her head no. AIRK: We can't do it. Willow pushes his way through the soldiers. WILLOW: Wait! Back home in my village, we have a lot of gophers. MADMARTIGAN: Willow, this is war, not agriculture. WILLOW: I know, I know. But I have an idea how to get inside the castle. The soldiers gather closer to listen. The ritual continues in the queen's tower. Bavmorda dips her hands in blood and slowly raises them high. BAVMORDA: Och vath bordak steerah, och vath bordak steerah, och vath bordak steerah, och vath bordak steerah! In the tent: AIRK: Come on, Madmartigan. You and I are soldiers, you know the peck's plan'll never work. Madmartigan looks discouraged. RAZIEL: If the baby dies, all hope for the future is lost. I'm going to fight. WILLOW: Me too. Madmartigan and Sorsha exchange worried glances. MADMARTIGAN: All right, we've gotta decide who's gonna go and who's gonna stay. There is a long silence. |