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| Transcript - Meeting Cherlindrea to Escape From the Tavern |
| "WILLOW" * Story by George Lucas * Screenplay by Bob Dolman * Released May 1988 * © Lucasfilm Ltd.1988 * |
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The strange light continues to move across the sky and a sort of mist begins
to form.
CHERLINDREA: Welcome to my kingdom. A tiny fairy flies up to Willow, kisses him on the nose, and flies away. The mist coalesces into the glowing fairy queen as Willow and Meegosh look on in awe. CHERLINDREA: I am so happy to meet you, Willow Ufgood. WILLOW: How do you know my name? CHERLINDREA: Elora Danan told me. Elora? She floats over the baby, who is lying on a blanket on the ground. CHERLINDREA: Elora, Willow's here. WILLOW: But she's just a baby! CHERLINDREA: She's very special. My brownies have been searching for her ever since we heard she was born. Elora Danan has chosen you to be her guardian. She levitates the baby into Willow's arms as fairies swirl through the air. WILLOW: (stunned) Me? CHERLINDREA: Yes. She likes you! And Elora Danan knows that you have the courage to help us. Take my wand to the sorceress Fin Raziel. She will guide you and Elora Danan to the kingdom of Tir Asleen, where a good king and queen will look after her. WILLOW: You need a warrior for a job like this. I'm a nobody! Elora laughs at his protest. WILLOW: Elora, you don't want me! Tell her. I'm short, even for a Nelwyn! Cherlindrea abruptly vanishes. The Nelwyns and brownies look around in confusion. WILLOW: Hello? Cherlindrea reappears, stern and enormous. CHERLINDREA: Elora Danan must survive. She must fulfill her destiny and bring about the downfall of Queen Bavmorda, whose powers are growing like an evil plague. Unless she is stopped, Bavmorda will control the lives of your village... your children... everyone. All creatures of good heart need your help, Willow. The choice is yours. Cherlindrea vanishes. Willow is left to ponder this unexpected turn of events. Morning. Willow, carrying Cherlindrea's wand, walks over to where Meegosh is sleeping on the forest floor and taps him on the shoulder. WILLOW: Hey. Meegosh. Wake up. Meegosh awakens. WILLOW: It's time to go home. MEEGOSH: Home? He leaps to his feet, beaming with joy. WILLOW: Listen, Meegosh. Tell Kiaya I love her, and I think of her every day. MEEGOSH: (shocked realization) Willow... WILLOW: And tell her I'm not gonna let anything happen to the baby. MEEGOSH: Are you sure you know what you're doing? WILLOW: I hope so. Willow hands a bag of supplies to Meegosh. MEEGOSH: Listen. Be careful. They embrace in farewell. Later, Willow walks across a rugged hillside with the baby on his back and the wand in his hand, led by Rool and Franjean. ROOL: I know the way, Franjean. FRANJEAN: You always think you know the way. I am the leader! WILLOW: How long will it take to find this Raziel? FRANJEAN: Not long. ROOL: She's been exiled to an island just over those hills. WILLOW: She's what?! ROOL: Exiled. By the evil Queen... Bavmorda! Aah haa haa haa haa! FRANJEAN: Rool, you fool, he does not need to know everything! ROOL: I didn't tell him everything. FRANJEAN:You told him enough! ROOL: What did I say? WILLOW: (interrupting) Wait a minute! FRANJEAN: You mentioned the island, you mentioned the queen! The brownies tumble off the end of a log. ROOL: So? WILLOW: (gesturing with both hands) What do you mean, what are you saying? Mysterious island! The brownies flinch. FRANJEAN: Don't play with that wand! Cherlindrea told you, it holds vast powers. Only a great sorcerer can use it, not a stupid peck like you. Rool chuckles. Franjean points and starts to walk away. FRANJEAN: This way! ROOL: No no no I don't think so. FRANJEAN: (changing direction) All right then, this way. ROOL: No no. (pointing) This way! FRANJEAN: This way?! ROOL: (in Franjean's face) That's what I said! Rool starts walking away. Franjean hesitates, then points after Rool. FRANJEAN: This way! WILLOW: Are you sure you know where you're going? FRANJEAN: Of course. With us as your guides no harm will befall you! Later, Willow slogs along miserably through a downpour with the baby in his arms. He comes to a large, ramshackle building with a few Daikinis unloading kegs in front of it and stops to assess the place. Franjean pops out from the shelter of the papoose basket. FRANJEAN: We are not going in there! WILLOW: But Elora needs fresh milk. And we're drenched! FRANJEAN: You are not in command here, shorty. I am! You hear me? Whooaaa! Franjean tumbles back into the papoose basket as Willow starts toward the building. Music plays inside the tavern and a rowdy atmosphere prevails. The Daikinis who notice Willow as he quietly makes his way through the place give him hostile looks. Willow approaches a large barmaid. WILLOW: Excuse me? Excuse me, could you spare some milk for this poor hungry baby? BARMAID: (pelting him with cabbage leaves) Get outta here, peck! PICT CUSTOMER: Get outta here, or we'll cook you! Willow hastily retreats to a quiet spot behind the stairs and starts tending to the baby. The brownies pop out from his gear and Rool spots a pretty girl. ROOL: Oooh, look at her. I could use a love potion on her! Franjean, hey! Give me that dust of broken heart! Come on! Rool grabs the pouch dangling around Franjean's neck and they tussle over it. FRANJEAN: It's very dangerous, it belongs to the fairies! Franjean wins the fight, accidentally spilling some of the dust on Rool in the process. Franjean falls from the papoose basket to Willow's pouch, while Rool falls from the pouch to the floor. WILLOW: Hey, quiet! Wanna get us killed? Rool gets to his feet, sneezing and rubbing his eyes. FRANJEAN: Ah, Rooie. Always playing with those fairy love potions. A cat approaches. Rool gazes at it lovingly. ROOL: Oh...you are so beautiful! Your eyes...your whiskers...I have to kiss you! He staggers toward the cat with outstretched arms. FRANJEAN: Rool! That dust of broken heart. Just before Rool can kiss the cat it yowls at him. Startled, Rool makes a high leap onto one of the wooden steps, then falls off into a barrel of dark liquid. He grabs the side of the barrel, starts to climb out, then pauses, smacking his lips. ROOL: Beer! Ah ha ha ha ha ha! He joyously dives back into the barrel. A mock battle among the patrons moves closer to Willow's hiding place. FRANJEAN: (ducking down into Willow's pouch) These people are crazy. This could be bad! Willow picks up the baby just as one of the combatants comes crashing down next to him. Startled, Willow jumps backward and crashes through the wall. He lands on the floor in another room, where a woman is running about frantically grabbing articles of clothing. WENCH: Hurry! Hurry! My husband's coming. If he catches you here he'll kill us both! MADMARTIGAN: (wearing a pink dress) How do I look? WENCH: Cover your face! WILLOW: (to Madmartigan) Not you?! MADMARTIGAN: (to Willow) Where the hell did you come from? WILLOW: I knew I shouldn't have trusted you! FRANJEAN: (to Madmartigan) Don't I know you? I stole the baby from you, Daikini - while you were taking a peepee! WENCH: (to Madmartigan) Cover your face! Madmartigan inexpertly wraps a scarf around his head. MADMARTIGAN: (to Willow) You are crawling with brownies. WENCH: Aahh! I hate brownies! Franjean cackles, sticks his thumbs in his ears and waggles his fingers at her. The door bursts open, knocking Willow aside, and a large man storms into the room. LLUG: Where is he?! WENCH: Hello, dear. LLUG: Where?! WENCH: There's nobody here but me and, uh, my, uh... LLUG: I'll kill him! WENCH: Uhhh, my cousin, Hilda. WILLOW: Hilda?! LLUG: Oooh, Hilda! WENCH: Hilda, this is my husband, Llug. MADMARTIGAN: (in a high voice) Mmm, big husband. How do you do? Llug chuckles lecherously and approaches Madmartigan, who backs up against a wall. LLUG: Hilda, oooh! (grabs at "Hilda's" ample bosom) Come on, girl, don't be shy! Madmartigan slaps Llug's hand away, then dashes across the room and snatches Elora from Willow. WILLOW: Hey! Give her back! MADMARTIGAN: (high voice) Pecks make such terrible nursemaids. WILLOW: (almost inaudible) Nursemaid?! Willow claws and jumps at Madmartigan, trying to get the baby back. MADMARTIGAN: (high voice) They get too excited! Madmartigan gives Willow a good thump, knocking him down. Rool staggers into the room, waving his arms drunkenly. ROOL: Excuse me! Are we having a party? He cackles, then tries to dodge as Willow makes a grab for him. ROOL: Hey! Hey hey! A laughing Llug corners Madmartigan again. Madmartigan playfully slaps at him. MADMARTIGAN: (high voice) Stop. Willow holds Rool high for a moment. ROOL: Come on, fight like a man! Willow drops Rool into his pouch. LLUG: Wanna breeeed? MADMARTIGAN: (high voice) Tempting, but...no! Madmartigan dodges out of reach but Llug continues to follow him. MADMARTIGAN: (high voice) Thank you. I have to leave. WENCH: Bye, Hilda! As Madmartigan reaches the door it bursts open again, and several Nockmaar soldiers enter the room. NOCKMAAR LIEUTENANT: Take them out! The soldiers start dragging everyone into the next room. SOLDIERS: Right. Come along, peck! Move along! Gather 'em all with the babies! SORSHA: (to one of the tavern patrons) That baby over there. Let me see its arm. (she inspects it) That's not the one. To Willow's horror, she approaches Madmartigan next. SORSHA: You! Are you the mother of that child? MADMARTIGAN: (high voice) Yes, yes I am. SORSHA: Lemme see it. Willow pushes his way forward. WILLOW: No! Don't let her! Sorsha kicks him out of the way. SORSHA: (to Madmartigan) I gave you an order, woman! She reaches for the baby. Madmartigan resists, and quickly finds a couple of Nockmaar sword points an inch from his nose. Sorsha slams her sword into the floor and yanks off her helmet. MADMARTIGAN: (so startled he almost forgets the high voice) You're... beautiful... SORSHA: And you're very strong. MADMARTIGAN: (almost high voice) Thank you. SORSHA: You're no woman! She yanks his scarf off. WENCH: (pleading) Now, honey... LLUG: (outraged) Not a woman?! WENCH: Take it easy... MADMARTIGAN: (in his own voice) Gentlemen... LLUG: (louder) Not a woman?! MADMARTIGAN: ...meet Llug! Madmartigan ducks as Llug throws a punch at him. Several Nockmaar soldiers are flattened by the blow. Madmartigan makes a run for it. SORSHA: After them! Through the confusion Willow makes a dash for it too, cleverly tripping one of the soldiers by rolling on the floor. WILLOW: Outta my way! Madmartigan dashes upstairs, trailed by Willow. Llug is still pounding on one of the Nockmaar soldiers. SORSHA: To the horses! On the balcony, Madmartigan slugs one of the men unloading beer kegs and uses the rope and pulley to get to the beer wagon waiting below. He stows the baby in a safe corner and whips up the horses. Still on the balcony, Willow races after him. WILLOW: Madmartigan! Madmartigan, wait! Willow leaps off the balcony and makes a rough landing in the back of the wagon, spilling brownies all over the place. The wagon gathers speed as the Nockmaar soldiers mount up. LLUG: (running behind the wagon) He's not a woman!! |