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| Transcript - Night at the Snow Camp to Escape from the Snow Camp |
| "WILLOW" * Story by George Lucas * Screenplay by Bob Dolman * Released May 1988 * © Lucasfilm Ltd.1988 * |
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At night the snow camp is quiet, patrolled by soldiers and Death Dogs. Willow and Madmartigan are locked in a small cage, and Raziel remains in her original cage. Willow uses Cherlindrea's wand to stir a potion he is making. WILLOW: Hither... wolha... bairn... deru... bordak... bellanockt! MADMARTIGAN: That's magic? Smells terrible. WILLOW: It's the life spark. Forms after... MADMARTIGAN: (interrupting) Well it stinks! This whole thing stinks. RAZIEL: Ignore him, Willow. He's a fool. MADMARTIGAN: If only I had a sword! Haaa.... He brandishes an imaginary sword. WILLOW: If only you'd quit talking about it! RAZIEL: Willow, you must transform me to my human self. WILLOW: But Raziel, I'm not ready yet! RAZIEL: You'd better be. Get me down! Madmartigan knocks Raziel's wooden cage down with a long stick, and her cage falls opens on landing. Madmartigan accidentally bangs his head on the metal bars of his own cage. MADMARTIGAN: (clutching his head) Oww! Uhh... (to Willow) Why don't you help me get out of here instead of chattering with that muskrat? RAZIEL: Muskrat? When I change back to my former self I will crush this army and take Elora Danan to Tir Asleen, where she will be safe. Raziel chomps on Willow's finger. WILLOW: Owww! Whadja bite me for?! RAZIEL: You need three drops of your blood to put in the potion. WILLOW: Well, you could have warned me. Madmartigan rolls his eyes in disgust. RAZIEL: For beginners there's some pain, but don't let anything break your concentration. Willow stands, holds the wand, closes his eyes and begins to chant. WILLOW: Hither greenan bairn claideb lunanockt. The brownies come running up. FRANJEAN: Hello, everybody! We have arrived. ROOL: You are saved! WILLOW: Shh! RAZIEL: Don't interrupt. WILLOW: Hither greenan bairn claideb lunanockt. Hither greenan bairn claideb lunanockt. MADMARTIGAN: What are you gonna look like if this works? RAZIEL: Don't interrupt. MADMARTIGAN: Sorry. WILLOW: Hither greenan bairn claideb lunanockt. The wand is glowing. RAZIEL: I am a young, beautiful woman. MADMARTIGAN: Concentrate, Willow. WILLOW: Hither greenan bairn claideb lunanockt. Hither greenan bairn claideb lunanockt. RAZIEL: (making odd noises) Is it really me? WILLOW: Hither greenan bairn claideb lunanockt. Raziel is changing shape, sprouting feathers. WILLOW: Hither greenan bairn claideb ahhh...! Willow drops the wand and falls, clutching his wrist. Madmartigan catches him. MADMARTIGAN: You all right? Nice try, Willow. Raziel turns into a raven. RAZIEL: Farmers! Cherlindrea sends me farmers! FRANJEAN: Ew! The Nelwyn really butchered that one. WILLOW: I'm sorry, Raziel. FRANJEAN: You want out? ROOL: Easy! We can pick a lock. Come on! They go to work on the lock with Franjean's spear. ROOL: No. No no, let me! FRANJEAN: I know what I'm doing. It's my spear, leave it alone. MADMARTIGAN: Let me do it. Out of the way, rodents. Madmartigan starts working on the lock with the spear. FRANJEAN: Take your hand off that! You leave that alone, you stupid fat Daikini! Franjean whacks Madmartigan in the nose with his pouch. A small cloud of dust appears on impact. Madmartigan backs away. MADMARTIGAN: Ow! ROOL: Ha ha ha ha ha! Dust of broken heart! Ha ha ha ha hee hee. Madmartigan's pained annoyance suddenly turns into dreamy-eyed bliss. The brownies drag the lock open. FRANJEAN: You are free! WILLOW: Come on, Madmartigan. Let's get Elora Danan out of here. MADMARTIGAN: (grinning like an idiot) Yeah... that'd be fun. WILLOW: Come on. Keeping an eye out for the guards, they sneak across the camp. WILLOW: (to Madmartigan) Are you all right? MADMARTIGAN: Yeah. (flops down in the snow) I feel... good. ROOL: The dust of broken heart. FRANJEAN: Umm... WILLOW: (to Madmartigan) Come on. They go to Sorsha's tent. ROOL: Let me see! FRANJEAN: Let ME see! ROOL: You always see! WILLOW: (peeking into the tent) There's Elora, right there on those furs. ROOL: Hey, wait. FRANJEAN: Leave this to us, it's too dangerous for you. MADMARTIGAN: Only one of us should go in there. I've got experience in this sort of thing. I know what I'm doing. Madmartigan crawls into the tent and creeps over to the baby. He glances over at the sleeping Sorsha, then back to the baby. Then suddenly, his attention is riveted on Sorsha. Looking stupefied, he starts walking toward her. FRANJEAN & ROOL: Uh-oh. WILLOW: (squeaking and sputtering) No! No! Madmartigan leans over Sorsha as if he wants to kiss her. MADMARTIGAN: I love you. WILLOW: (louder than the brownies, who call out unintelligibly) Madmartigan, what are you doing? Get the baby! Go! Madmartigan goes after Elora, but at the last moment turns around and goes back to Sorsha, clutching his heart. MADMARTIGAN: Oh, Sorsha. Willow sighs and claps his hand to his forehead. The brownies do the same. MADMARTIGAN: Wake from this hateful sleep. Willow crawls into the tent. MADMARTIGAN: It deprives me of your beauty - the beauty of your eyes! Sorsha pulls a knife and points it at Madmartigan's crotch. SORSHA: One move, jackass, and you really will be a woman. She gets up and pushes him away. MADMARTIGAN: You are my sun, my moon, my starlit sky. Without you, I dwell in darkness. I love you. SORSHA: What are you doing here? MADMARTIGAN: Your power has enchanted me, I stand helpless against it. Come to me now. Tonight, let me worship you in my arms. SORSHA: Get away from me! MADMARTIGAN: I love you! SORSHA: Stop saying that! MADMARTIGAN: Can I stop the beating of my heart? It pounds like never before. SORSHA: Aye, with fear. MADMARTIGAN: Ah, with love. SORSHA: I can stop it. I'll kill you. MADMARTIGAN: Death next to love is a trivial thing. He glances at her hand, which has come to rest on his chest during her efforts to fend him off. MADMARTIGAN: Your touch is worth a hundred thousand deaths. She looks into his eyes and lowers the knife. As they move to kiss each other, Kael storms into the tent, holding Willow (who carries Elora) in one hand. KAEL: What goes on here? He drops Willow on a pile of furs. Sorsha looks at the baby's empty bed, then turns to snarl at Madmartigan. SORSHA: Deceiver! Sorsha goes after Madmartigan with the knife, but he kicks it out of her hand. Kael and the minions accompanying him draw their swords. KAEL: Stop him! Madmartigan grabs Sorsha's sword and cuts the tent's centerpole. As the tent collapses, he grabs Sorsha and kisses her. Willow crawls out from under the tent with Elora, while Madmartigan slices his way out with the sword. They are promptly attacked by soldiers, but Madmartigan fights them off. WILLOW: You ARE great! Madmartigan juggles his sword cockily, then slips on the ice and falls. More soldiers run to the attack. MADMARTIGAN: Get on that shield! Willow sits down on a shield lying on the ground. Madmartigan fights off the soldiers and is about to join Willow when Sorsha comes out of the tent. MADMARTIGAN: Sorsha! He starts to walk toward her. But Kael has also gotten out of the tent. KAEL: After them! Madmartigan hastily sits down behind Willow and pushes to get the shield sliding down the mountainside. The soldiers run after them but can't match the shield's speed. NOCKMAAR SOLDIER: (almost inaudible) They're getting away! The heroes zoom down the treacherous mountainside with assorted exclamations of fear, and are soon clear of the camp. Meanwhile, the brownies struggle in the collapsed tent. FRANJEAN: Where are you, Rool? ROOL: Where are you? FRANJEAN: I don't know. They emerge into the sunlight. FRANJEAN: Oh no, where did everybody go? ROOL: Maybe it was something we said. Kael and a squadron of Nockmaar horsemen thunder down the mountain after the heroes, who continue on their swift ride down the dangerous slope. The men squawk with fear, but Elora is enjoying herself. After the shield/sled goes airborne with a rough landing, Madmartigan falls off and starts rolling. Willow and the baby manage to stay on the sled, which heads into a village and straight through the open door of a hut. There is a loud crash. Willow, unhurt, anxiously checks on Elora, who yawns. He walks to the door and looks out; his eyes widen with amazement. WILLOW: Madmartigan! A giant snowball is rolling straight toward the hut. Willow hastily shuts himself inside. Clumps of snow fly through the window, accompanied by the sound of impact. Willow goes outside to find Madmartigan struggling out of the remains of the snowball as the villagers gather around. WILLOW: Madmartigan! MADMARTIGAN: (holding his head) What the hell happened up there? WILLOW: You started spouting poetry. MADMARTIGAN: Poetry? WILLOW: Yeah. "I love you Sorsha, I worship you Sorsha." You almost got us killed! He kicks some snow at Madmartigan. MADMARTIGAN: "I love you Sorsha?" I don't love her - she kicked me in the face! I hate her! Don't I? Raziel flies up, cawing. RAZIEL: Kael! Kael! VILLAGE LOOKOUT: (pointing up the mountain) Nockmaar soldiers! VILLAGER: Hide, get the children! Come on! The villagers start to flee. VILLAGER: C'mon, hide, get the children! MADMARTIGAN: They're after us. We need a place to hide. VILLAGER: Come on, follow me, quick! Come on, move! The Nockmaar horsemen thunder into the village. |