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| Transcript - Wagon Chase to Arrival at the Lake |
| "WILLOW" * Story by George Lucas * Screenplay by Bob Dolman * Released May 1988 * © Lucasfilm Ltd.1988 * |
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Three Nockmaar soldiers on horseback and a war chariot containing two more soldiers set out in pursuit. Meanwhile, Willow struggles for balance in the jouncing wagon. WILLOW: Madmartigan, stop!!! Madmartigan ignores him. Willow crawls over to the open-topped storage box where Elora has been stowed and tries to shelter her. Franjean contends with the violent motion and a loose apple. FRANJEAN: Rool! Rool! The three Nockmaar horsemen catch up to the wagon. MADMARTIGAN: (to his horses) Hyaah!! The wagon splashes through a large puddle. Madmartigan starts pulling apples out of the front of his dress. WILLOW: Madmartigan, I'm warning you! Madmartigan tosses an apple over his shoulder. It bounces off Willow's head. WILLOW: Ow! A Nockmaar horseman draws abreast of the wagon. Franjean faces him through an opening in the side of the wagon, brandishing a brownie machete. FRANJEAN: Prepare to die! The horseman takes no notice, and vaults into the back of the wagon. Another horseman fires an arrow at the wagon, narrowly missing his comrade. Madmartigan slides off the driver's seat and into the back of the wagon to fight off their unwanted, sword-wielding passenger. He finds a shovel in the back of the wagon and uses it to knock the soldier out of the wagon. Another horseman vaults into the wagon and knocks the shovel away. The soldier and Madmartigan battle for control of the soldier's sword. WILLOW: Madmartigan, stop!! They're too busy to pay any attention to him. Willow goes after the reins as Rool gets sick over the side of the wagon. The reins slip out of reach a moment before Willow notices the log lying across the road. He gasps in horror. As the wagon jolts over the log Willow goes flying and lands on the pole between the horses. Rool is thrown out of the wagon and ends up dangling off the side by one hand. ROOL: Franjean! Help me! One of the back wheels disintegrates as the wagon continues barrelling down the road. FRANJEAN: (looking around) Rool! ROOL: Help!! FRANJEAN: Rool! Rool! (finally locating him) Rool, what are you doing? ROOL: Help me! Willow strains to reach the reins as Franjean helps Rool to safety. FRANJEAN: Come on. ROOL: Pull me in! FRANJEAN: I am! Willow finally grabs the reins and crawls into the driver's seat. WILLOW: (almost inaudible, to himself) Easy! Madmartigan and the Nockmaar soldier are still fighting in the back of the wagon. The baby smiles and giggles. The third Nockmaar soldier jumps into the wagon, almost landing on Rool. Willow confronts the soldier with a large wooden mallet he found in the wagon and shouts something incomprehensible. The soldier stabs at Willow with his sword and misses. Willow whacks him in the crotch with the mallet, then in the helmet. A low branch sweeps the soldier out of the wagon. The remaining back wheel disintegrates. Willow knocks himself unconscious with the hammer as he falls. Madmartigan falls out the back end of the wagon but manages to grab hold of a rope. The remaining Nockmaar soldier falls out too but manages to grab hold of Madmartigan. They continue scuffling as they try to pull themselves back into the wagon. Franjean drags Rool over to the wooden kegs tied inside the wagon. FRANJEAN: Rool, this isn't funny. Help me cut the rope! The brownies hack at the rope until it breaks. A keg rolls off the back of the wagon and right into the face of the soldier, breaking his grip on the wagon. Madmartigan climbs back into the wagon as the brownies celebrate raucously. But now they have another problem. The war chariot has caught up with them, and an iron throwing star narrowly misses Madmartigan's head. He grabs a pole lying in the wagon and uses it to fend off the mace wielded by one of the soldiers in the chariot. Willow regains consciousness. MADMARTIGAN: Willow, stay down! Willow ignores him and hauls back on the reins as Madmartigan knocks the soldier's weapon away. It falls into the wagon. WILLOW: Whoa! Whoa! The chariot shoots ahead. Madmartigan sits next to Willow on the driver's seat as the chariot turns around for another pass at them. MADMARTIGAN: Have you gone crazy? WILLOW: You can't chase around with Elora like this! We're getting off! MADMARTIGAN: (to the horses) Hyaah! Hyaah! Willow shouts and tumbles into the back of the wagon as the horses take off again. Madmartigan picks up the mace and swings it as they race toward the chariot. Willow tries to shield the baby with his body. The chariot swerves to avoid a head-on collision, and Madmartigan throws the mace at the soldiers, knocking one of them out of the chariot. The chariot hits a bush and tips over, dumping the other soldier. The Nockmaar horses keep running, dragging the overturned chariot behind them. Willow and Madmartigan watch them go for a few seconds. MADMARTIGAN: (to his horses) Whoa! Whoa! The wagon stops. Rool falls off the back end. FRANJEAN: Oh, Rool! MADMARTIGAN: Now we stop, peck! Madmartigan jumps to the ground. Franjean pulls Rool to his feet. ROOL: Stupid Daikini. Ask him to stop the wagon. Willow hops off the back of the wagon, carrying Elora. WILLOW: Madmartigan, you never, ever drive that fast with an infant! MADMARTIGAN: (in disbelief) I just saved that infant's life! Madmartigan sends the horses down the road with the empty wagon, then drags Willow to the side of the road. FRANJEAN: (to Rool) Gather your wits. Come on! ROOL: Don't worry about me, I'm fine! MADMARTIGAN: (almost inaudible) Come on. The sound of approaching horses is heard as Willow and Madmartigan hide in a ditch with Franjean and Elora. MADMARTIGAN: Down! Rool is still in the middle of the road. ROOL: Oh, where am I? Oh... The horses of Sorsha and many soldiers come thundering up. FRANJEAN: Rool, you fool, get out of the road! The horses pass right over Rool, leaving him miraculously untrampled. After they're gone, Madmartigan stands up and walks away. ROOL: (almost inaudible) Ah, Franjean... MADMARTIGAN: You'd better clear out, Willow, before those troops come back. ROOL: (almost inaudible) Ah, my head! Willow stays put. WILLOW: We don't need him, Elora. The baby starts crying. Willow suddenly looks a lot less confident. As Madmartigan strides across a field of tall grass, Willow comes running up behind him. WILLOW: Madmartigan, wait! MADMARTIGAN: Go home, Willow. It's a dangerous world. WILLOW: Yeah, and that's why we need your help. MADMARTIGAN: My help? Ha! What do you need my help for? You're a sorcerer. WILLOW: You're a great warrior. And a swordsman. And you're ten times bigger than I am, stupid! Madmartigan flings down the loose clothing he's carrying. MADMARTIGAN: Are you trying to make my life more difficult than it already is? The barking of Death Dogs is heard. Madmartigan and Willow throw themselves down on the ground. The brownies come running up. FRANJEAN: Hurry! Big dogs! WILLOW: Look, I'm sorry I got angry. We wouldn't have escaped without you. Madmartigan looks at the baby and touches her tiny hand. She smiles at him. MADMARTIGAN: (indecisively) Well, don't expect me to help you again. Madmartigan gets to his feet. FRANJEAN: Good! Then we go that way, to the lake! He points. Rool taps him on the shoulder and points in a different direction. ROOL: That way. Franjean slams the ground with the butt of his spear. FRANJEAN: You are drunk. And when you are drunk you forget that I am in charge. ROOL: ...you are in charge. Fine. Then which way do we go? They both point in the direction chosen by Rool. FRANJEAN & ROOL: That way! Madmartigan has been watching this uncomfortably. Willow looks at him hopefully. MADMARTIGAN: Oh, no! That's the way I'm going. All right, all right, you can follow me as far as the lake. But that's it. You're not going south, are you? WILLOW: No, no. Just as far as the lake. MADMARTIGAN: Good. (to the brownies) Mumbo! Jumbo! I am hungry. Go get me some eggs or something. FRANJEAN: We are not afraid of you! MADMARTIGAN: Now! The brownies squeal in mock terror and run away. With a clap of thunder, the scene shifts to Bavmorda's throne room. General Kael approaches the queen and kneels. BAVMORDA: Kael. Have you found the child? KAEL: The search goes on, my queen. BAVMORDA: Why, with my powers, with the strength of my great army, can you not find one little child? KAEL: We look even now. It won't be long. BAVMORDA: (slapping his face) Find the child, find the child! Time is running out. The scene shifts back to the heroes, who have made camp for the night. Madmartigan's pink skirt has been tucked into his boots to resemble trousers. WILLOW: (whispering to Elora) Good night. MADMARTIGAN: She is kind of cute... when she's quiet. WILLOW: She's really a princess. MADMARTIGAN: Really? And you're a great sorcerer. And I'm the king of Cashmere. Go to sleep, Willow. Madmartigan lies down. WILLOW: Good night, Madmartigan. The brownies are lying side by side on the ground, already asleep. ROOL: Rats! Big rats! He rolls over in his sleep and whacks Franjean, disturbing him. ROOL: Rats! FRANJEAN: Huh? Uh? Rats?! Ra... (more awake now) Rooie, you and that stupid rat dream. Huh! Franjean goes back to sleep. Madmartigan is also asleep. Willow picks up Cherlindrea's wand and starts waving it around. WILLOW: Tuatha...locktwaar... tuatha WAHAA!! A powerful blast tosses him into the air. Madmartigan wakes up. MADMARTIGAN: Hmmh? Willow? Willow... Looking around, he spots Willow sitting in a tree about eight feet off the ground. MADMARTIGAN: Oh, there you are. WILLOW: Madmartigan! MADMARTIGAN: (yawning) 'night, Willow. Madmartigan lies back down. Willow looks at the wand with amazed respect. Daytime. The group walks through stony, mountainous terrain. ROOL: This way! This way! Later, Madmartigan sits next to a waterfall, playing with Elora. Willow walks up to them. WILLOW: What are you doing? MADMARTIGAN: I found some blackroot. She loves it! WILLOW: Blackroot?! I am the father of two children, and you never, ever give a baby blackroot! MADMARTIGAN: Well my mother raised us on blackroot. It's good for you. Puts hair on your chest, doesn't it, Sticks? WILLOW: Her name is not Sticks. She's Elora Danan, the future empress of Tir Asleen, and the last thing she's gonna want is a hairy chest! Willow grabs the blackroot and throws it at the waterfall. MADMARTIGAN: (to Elora) Did you see what he did? He stole our blackroot! I'll get some more, don't worry about it. Later, a large lake comes into view as the group reaches the crest of a hill. ROOL: There it is! The island! The brownies cackle happily. WILLOW: We made it. FRANJEAN: We have led you to the island of the sorceress Fin Raziel. We'll get a boat in that village. ROOL: A big boat! (laughs) |