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| Transcript - Trip to the Island to Journey to the Snow Camp |
| "WILLOW" * Story by George Lucas * Screenplay by Bob Dolman * Released May 1988 * © Lucasfilm Ltd.1988 * |
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They walk down to the deserted village beside the lake. MADMARTIGAN: Well, looks like I got you here. FRANJEAN: You?! ROOL: What did you do? All you did was hang around and eat our egg. Ah? WILLOW: I found a boat, we're all set! MADMARTIGAN: Good. Take these two lizards out and drown 'em. FRANJEAN: Lizards? Who are you calling lizards? The brownies growl threateningly. ROOL: Your mother was a lizard! Madmartigan ignores them and kneels down in front of Elora. MADMARTIGAN: Goodbye, Sticks. He glances at Willow, who's busily preparing the boat for the trip to the island. MADMARTIGAN: If you really are a princess, take care of him. He starts to walk away. WILLOW: Madmartigan! MADMARTIGAN: What? WILLOW: Thanks. Madmartigan grins and waves, then turns and walks away. As he passes the brownies he kicks dirt at them. They react with angry sputtering. ROOL: Keep walking, hero! FRANJEAN: Don't even turn around! As thunder rumbles, Willow and the brownies walk into the remnants of a hut where Elora is sheltered. WILLOW: It's all right, Elora. Go to sleep. Nobody'll find you here. I'll be back with Fin Raziel very soon. FRANJEAN: We will guard her with our meager lives. Willow rows out to the tiny island. It is a desolate place, littered with human bones. There's no sign of any living being. WILLOW: Raziel! Fin Raziel! I have to talk to you, please. Raziel! There's no response. WILLOW: She's not here. He walks back toward the boat, but a strange cry startles him. He spots a possumlike creature in a tree. RAZIEL: Get back! Who are you? Who are you? WILLOW: I'm Willow Ufgood. RAZIEL: What are you doing here? WILLOW: I've come to find the great sorceress, Fin Raziel. RAZIEL: That's me. I'm Raziel. WILLOW: This can't be right! RAZIEL: One of Bavmorda's spells transformed me. Believe me, it could have been worse! WILLOW: Well... (pulls out the wand) This wand is for you. It's from Cherlindrea. RAZIEL: Then the prophecy is true. The princess has been born! Take me to her. Back at the deserted village, Willow sits in the hut with the baby in his arms and Raziel on his shoulder. RAZIEL: It is Elora Danan! Isn't she beautiful? Oooh, isn't she beautiful? ROOL: That's Raziel?! FRANJEAN: I don't know. I expected something more grand, less, uh... ROOL: Fuzzy. FRANJEAN: Fuzzy. RAZIEL: (to Willow) You must use the wand. Turn me back into my human form. WILLOW: What do I do? RAZIEL: You mean you're not a sorcerer? WILLOW: Yes! Sorta... I'm a farmer. The brownies throw down their spears in disgust. WILLOW: But I do know a few tricks. RAZIEL: Tricks? Cherlindrea sent you?! You must learn real magic. They hear a whinny. ROOL: Horses. FRANJEAN: Horses! RAZIEL: Take her. Hurry, hurry! Everyone runs for cover, but it's too late. A group of Nockmaar horsemen confront Willow in the doorway of the hut. Madmartigan is with them, bound at the wrists. His pink dress has been cut down to just a loincloth. FRANJEAN: I knew he was a traitor! MADMARTIGAN: Sorry about this, peck. NOCKMAAR SOLDIER: Keep your mouth shut! He backhands Madmartigan, knocking him to the ground. NOCKMAAR SOLDIER: I told you we'd find them without your help. Willow tries to run. NOCKMAAR SOLDIER: Gimme that baby! WILLOW: No! The soldier wrests the baby away from Willow. WILLOW: Give her back! Another soldier grabs Raziel's tail. RAZIEL: Aah, get your dukes off me! Sorsha rides up and inspects the crying baby. SORSHA: This is the one we're looking for. We must take it back to Nockmaar. A soldier stuffs Raziel into a burlap sack. Sorsha looks at Madmartigan, who's still lying on the ground. SORSHA: Lose your skirt? Madmartigan stands up and walks over to look her boldly in the eye. MADMARTIGAN: Still got what counts. SORSHA: Not for long. She kicks him in the jaw, almost knocking him down, then starts riding away. SORSHA: Bring him! A soldier grabs Madmartigan. NOCKMAAR SOLDIER: Over here! Another soldier drags the struggling Willow over to the horses, and they all ride away. The brownies run after the horses, then stop, gasping for breath. ROOL: We'll never keep up with those horses! FRANJEAN: Then we will have to track them. ROOL: That would take forever. Besides, even if we find them, they'll catch us, stick us in cages, torture us and finally devour us. FRANJEAN: Are you suggesting we go home? ROOL: Naw... This is more fun! FRANJEAN: All right. Fine then. Come on! They start running after the horses. Thunder rumbles as the Nockmaar troops march along. One of the horsemen carries the wailing baby. Raziel is imprisoned in a small cage dangling at the back of a wagon; Madmartigan and Willow walk behind this same wagon, chained by the neck. Madmartigan is wearing new clothes. WILLOW: I'm worried about Elora. She doesn't sound good. RAZIEL: Hurry! Practice the chant I taught you! WILLOW: Tanna... luatha... oh, I can't remember the middle part! RAZIEL: Locktwarr! That's the word that pleads for change. WILLOW: Locktwarr... Sorsha rides up to them. Willow clams up and dodges away from her, leaving Madmartigan next to Sorsha. WILLOW: (to Sorsha) Elora's cold and hungry. She knows me. Please, let me take care of her. SORSHA: I don't need help from a peck. Willow angrily stops speaking to her. SORSHA: (to Madmartigan) What are you staring at? MADMARTIGAN: Your leg. I'd like to break it. SORSHA: You might find that difficult, slave, while I'm up here and you're down there. She spurs her horse and rides on ahead. MADMARTIGAN: I hate that woman. The journey continues. The Nockmaar camp is high up on a snow-covered mountain. As they draw near the camp, Willow falls and is dragged behind the wagon. Madmartigan rushes over and picks him up, then carries Willow on his shoulders. General Kael and a couple of minions ride out to meet Sorsha and her troops. She spurs forward to meet him and shows him the baby. SORSHA: I found it, Kael! That should make my mother happy. WILLOW: What are they gonna do to her? Madmartigan has no reply. |