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| Transcript - Leaving the Village to Meeting Madmartigan |
| "WILLOW" * Story by George Lucas * Screenplay by Bob Dolman * Released May 1988 * © Lucasfilm Ltd.1988 * |
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In the morning, the members of the expedition have assembled in the forest; odd-shaped
standing stones about three feet high can be glimpsed, so the place appears to have
ritual significance. The High Aldwin, Willow's family, and other villagers are there to
help pack gear and see them off.
HIGH ALDWIN: (putting a hand on Willow's shoulder) What's your problem, son? WILLOW: How do you mean? HIGH ALDWIN: When I held up my fingers, what was your first impulse? WILLOW: Well, it was stupid. HIGH ALDWIN: Just tell me. WILLOW: To pick my own finger. HIGH ALDWIN: Aha! That was the correct answer! You lack faith in yourself. More than anyone in the village, you have the potential to be a great sorcerer. Willow takes this in, but the occasion is too grim for this news to cheer him up. HIGH ALDWIN: Now, when you're out there, listen to your own heart. (handing three small objects to Willow) These will protect you. WILLOW: (puzzled) Acorns? HIGH ALDWIN: They're magic! Anything you throw them at turns to stone! Looking dubious, Willow tucks the acorns into his clothing. HIGH ALDWIN: You have much to learn, young Ufgood. The High Aldwin makes ritualistic gestures at Willow. Willow pats him on the shoulder and walks away. As Willow checks his pack, his children talk to him. MIMS: Are you scared, Dada? WILLOW: (trying to act casual) Nooo! RANON: Even with fairies in the woods that'll put you to sleep for a hundred years? WILLOW: (forcing the worried look off his face) Doesn't bother me! RANON: Brownies? MIMS: Dragons? RANON: Trolls? Trolls that'll skin you alive and take your face off? WILLOW: (unable to take any more) Ranon! You know I hate trolls! RANON: I can be your guard, and carry your spear. MIMS: Me too, me too, Dada. Smiling, Willow bends down until he's face level with the children. WILLOW: What a lucky father I am! I wish I could take you bobbins with me. He hugs them tightly, trying to hide his sorrow. One of the children whispers "Goodbye, Dada." WILLOW: Go play. Go on. The children leave. Kiaya adjusts the papoose basket on Willow's back, which has the baby in it. She's wearing a kerchief on her head. KIAYA: (smiling but sad) We've never been apart. Willow turns to face her. She struggles to maintain the smile. KIAYA: I miss you already. WILLOW: Don't worry, Kiaya. I'll be fine. And I'll be back before you know it. KIAYA: Well...remember to keep her warm. And here... (she presses a braid of cut hair into his hand) this'll bring you luck. He holds the braid in his cupped hands for a long moment, then with awed love tugs gently on a loose strand of Kiaya's now-short hair. He kisses her tenderly just before the High Aldwin begins an announcement. HIGH ALDWIN: Good brave people! The outer world is no place for a Nelwyn. Give the baby to the first Daikini you see, then hurry home. The old man stoops and picks up a rock. HIGH ALDWIN: (to the rock) Tuatha! Lokawthrok! Tuatha! He tosses the rock into the air, and it turns into a bird. HIGH ALDWIN: Go in the direction the bird is flying! The awed villagers watch the bird. There's a look of joy on Burglekutt's face. BURGLEKUTT: It's going back to the village! HIGH ALDWIN: Ignore the bird! Follow the river. VOHNKAR: Move out! The members of the expedition - Willow, the baby, Meegosh, Burglekutt, Vohnkar, and two soldiers - pick up the gear and leave. They struggle over a steep mountain and pass a magnificent waterfall. But eventually, the baby starts wailing. WILLOW: (stopping) Hold on, Meegosh. MEEGOSH: What's wrong? WILLOW: (calling to the others) We have to stop! VOHNKAR: Stop? Why? WILLOW: The baby's sick. Meegosh helps Willow take off the papoose basket. Burglekutt makes faces to display his annoyance, then walks over to where Willow and Meegosh are struggling with the crying baby. BURGLEKUTT: She's not sick! Let me see. He takes the baby, who promptly throws up in his face. BURGLEKUTT: Blecchh!! (spits) Take her, take her! Ah! Take her off me! Ah! Vohnkar and the soldiers snicker while Willow takes back the baby. WILLOW: (to Meegosh) She'll be fine once she gets some rest. A soldier wipes Burglekutt's face with a piece of cloth. BURGLEKUTT: Ah! Ah! Clean me up! Ah! Cut to Nockmaar Castle. Bavmorda and Sorsha stand in a large, dark chamber. Sorsha is wearing armor. BAVMORDA: I didn't ask you to bring me a dead nursemaid. Sorsha, you're useless! SORSHA: I'm backtracking the nursemaid's trail. I'll find where she hid the baby. Servants open the door and a hulking figure walks in, wearing armor and a skull mask. BAVMORDA: Ah, General Kael, at last! KAEL: My queen! I have destroyed the castle at Galladoorn! BAVMORDA: Well done. But now I have another task for you. Help my daughter find that tiny, helpless baby that continues somehow to elude her! KAEL: (lifting up his mask) The baby of the prophecy? The one that will destroy you? BAVMORDA: I need that baby alive. I must perform the ritual that will exile the child's spirit into oblivion. Find her! SORSHA: I don't need his help, Mother! BAVMORDA: You'll do as I say, child. Kael grins at this exchange. Sorsha resentfully puts on her helmet and leaves with Kael. As Bavmorda turns away one of her Druids speaks to her. DRUID: I read the signs. One day, I fear, your daughter will betray you. BAVMORDA:I trust her loyalty more than I trust yours. Cut back to the Nelwyn expedition. They are taking a break in a forest, when the natural peace is disturbed by the sound of barking, then by the approach of two horsemen. VOHNKAR: Move! The Nelwyns dash for cover as the horsemen draw nearer. VOHNKAR: Into the bush! Come on, move! The danger is heading right toward them. VOHNKAR: Come on! The Nelwyns cower amongst the trees as a Death Dog passes right in front of them. They watch as the two armored horsemen meet with a third. FIRST NOCKMAAR SOLDIER: The Nelwyns have got the baby! We searched the village, but a group of them are on their own somewhere. SECOND NOCKMAAR SOLDIER: They couldn't have gone far! FIRST NOCKMAAR SOLDIER: Widen the search and report to Sorsha. The horsemen leave, travelling in different directions as the sound of the Death Dog's barking fades into the distance. The shaken Nelwyns slowly get to their feet. VOHNKAR: Come. We'll keep to the woods. The journey continues. They pass before magnificent mountains, relax around a campfire at night, use a fallen tree to cross a deep, narrow gorge. At last, Vohnkar's face lights up with recognition. VOHNKAR: That's it! It's the crossroads! It's a desolate place; the only sign of humanity is a scaffold supporting two large cages. As they draw nearer, Willow discovers with horror that one of the cages contains a Daikini skeleton. The other contains nothing but a pile of rags. The Nelwyns start setting up camp for the night. VOHNKAR: Keep this fire high. We don't know what's out there. Willow tries to comfort the fretful baby, when an eerie wail startles everyone. MEEGOSH: What was that?! VOHNKAR: Get the spears! There's more wailing and a strange chuckling sound. The Nelwyns move about nervously, looking for the source of the disturbance. Willow inadvertently moves close to the hanging cages. Suddenly a hand grabs Willow by the front of his shirt. He cries out in fear as the hand drags him around, lifting him off his feet until he's face to face with a rough, dangerous-looking Daikini. The second cage wasn't empty after all. MADMARTIGAN: Give me some water, peck, or you die. The Nelwyn warriors form a defensive line in front of Burglekutt, Meegosh and the baby. MADMARTIGAN: You understand? Water. WILLOW: (half choked) Yeah. He drops Willow, who sprawls on the ground, rolls to his feet, and starts running. MADMARTIGAN: Hurry up! Once he's safely behind the warriors, Willow stops running and looks back at the cage. MADMARTIGAN: Get me some water, you measly little pecks! BURGLEKUTT: It's a Daikini. We're in luck. WILLOW: (outraged) We can't give her to him! MEEGOSH: Somebody put him there for a reason! BURGLEKUTT: Ufgood, we gotta get rid of her. Those soldiers are after us. MEEGOSH: Ssshh! He's looking right at us. Madmartigan grins at them. VOHNKAR: We gotta give that baby to somebody. MADMARTIGAN: I'm somebody. Let me out of here; I'll take care of the baby. He makes kissing sounds at the baby. She looks skeptical. BURGLEKUTT: I trust him completely. WILLOW: But he tried to strangle me! BURGLEKUTT: I wanna go home! WILLOW: No, Burglekutt! We should wait. BURGLEKUTT: Are you challenging my authority? WILLOW: As far as this baby's concerned, yes. MADMARTIGAN: Don't listen to him, Burglekutt. BURGLEKUTT: Fine. You stay here alone. But we're going! Willow is shocked. MADMARTIGAN: That's a bad idea. Very bad. Dangerous out there. BURGLEKUTT: Get the gear, men. Willow touches Vohnkar on the shoulder to get his attention. WILLOW: Vohnkar... BURGLEKUTT: It's not his decision! WILLOW: (pointing his finger in Burglekutt's face) Burglekutt! You're troll dung! MADMARTIGAN: Don't let him talk to you that way, Burglekutt. BURGLEKUTT: (grabbing Willow's collar) Listen here, runt. While you're wasting your time here, your fields aren't getting planted. Think about it! WILLOW: (pointing again) Burglekutt, I'm gonna... BURGLEKUTT: You're gonna what? Willow has no answer to that. BURGLEKUTT: Ahh, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! WILLOW: Someday, Burglekutt! Someday! BURGLEKUTT: Vohnkar, let's go! VOHNKAR: Meegosh, are you coming? MEEGOSH: (looking scared) I'm staying. BURGLEKUTT: Ahh, come on men. Burglekutt and the soldiers start moving out. MADMARTIGAN: Burglekutt, let me out of here. I'll take care of the baby, I swear. Just let me out of here, please! Vohnkar, let me borrow that spear just for a minute. Get...well, at least give me some water! Burglekutt, don't leave me alone with these two! Oooh! Madmartigan throws himself down in frustration as they leave without helping him. Willow and Meegosh huddle uncertainly near the baby. MEEGOSH: What do we do now, Willow? MADMARTIGAN: Well, that was really stupid, peck. WILLOW: Don't call me a peck. MADMARTIGAN: Oh, I'm sorry... peck... peck... peck peck peck peck peck! WILLOW: You be careful! (pulls out an acorn) I am a powerful sorcerer. See this acorn? I'll throw it at you and turn you to stone. MADMARTIGAN: (mocking) Ooh...I'm really scared. No! Don't! Don't! There's a...a peck here with an acorn pointed at me! Willow hesitates a moment then decides against throwing the acorn. WILLOW: Aww, I wouldn't want to waste it. He puts the acorn away and walks back to the campfire. MADMARTIGAN: Peck peck peck peck peck peck peck peck PECK! The rest of the night passes peacefully. |