Legend Page #9

DARKNESS:
Only the power of creation....?

Get that female....! I command

you.... In the name of Darkness....

Sunlight strikes the ground. Darkness is gone! His arm holding the

alicorn aloft the fire is the last to disappear.

Lili backs silently into the shadows surrrounding the Great Tree.

49 EXTERIOR FOREST PATH DAY

Lili runs straight into a driving blizzard. A distant SOUND alerts

her and she pauses to listen.

It is Jack and the faeries, SINGING. Jack's voice carries above the

others.

JACK & THE FAERIES (os): When times are hard and things look bad,

Don't feel blue and don't feel sad....

A look of astonished joy comes over Lili's face. As the SOUND of

singing FADES, she runs towards it, calling eagerly.

LILI:
Jack....! Ja-aack!

50 EXTERIOR PATH TO GUMP'S CAVE DAY

Jack and the faeries troop march through the blizzard, all SINGING

merrily.

JACK & THE FAERIES (singing): If your down, wearin' a frown,

That's the time to dance like a clown!

Jack hears something in the distance and stops to listen.

LILI (very faint) (os): Ja-aack.... Ja-aack....

JACK (bewildered): Lili....?

The SOUND of her distant call is erased by the howling storm. Jack

sadly decides it was a trick of the wind and hurries to catch up

with the others.

51 EXTERIOR FOREST PATH DAY

Lili stops running. There is nothing but the wailing wind.

LILI (softly):
Jack....? Oh, Jack....

A solitary tear starts from her eyes, only to freeze on her cheek

like a diamond beauty spot.

LILI (cont):
Please God.... help me!

Lili drops sobbing to her knees. Through her grief, she sees the

unicorn's track in the snow, each hoofprint gay with tiny blooming

flowers.

Her courage restored, Lili follows this meandering trail of

burgeoning life through the forest.

52 EXTERIOR ENTRANCE TO GUMP'S CAVE DAY

Gumps leads the way a huge BOULDER lodged uner the roots of a giant

tree.

GUMP (proudly):
Here's my home, Jack.... What

d'you think of that for a front

door?

Jack thinks Gump is pulling his leg.

JACK (in jest):
Be some job in getting it open.

GUMP:
Think you so?

Gump WHISTLES. Immediately, two eyes blink open on the front of the

boulder, and he is seen to have facial features.

BOULDER:
Morning', Gump....

The Boulder stands on a pair of tiny legs and waddles forth from

under the tree roots, REVEALING the entrance to a cavern.

He promptly trips and rolls over and over in the snows, his tiny

stone feet kicking wildly in the air.

GUMP (bowing):
After you, Jack....

Jack enters apprehensively udner the twisting roots.

JACK:
Thank you....

The other faeries follow, leading the unicorn.

53 INTERIOR MOUTH TO CAVE DAY

An earthern antechamber under the tree, high enough for Jack and the

unicorn. There is a small wooden door at the far end, sealed with a

bright brass padlock.

GUMP:
Brown Tom. Stay here with the

unicorn and guard her well.

BROWN TOM:
Like me own life!

GUMP:
Better than that! She's the last

of her kind.

Gump marches to the little wooden door. He inserts a finger into the

padlock, twisting it like a key. Instantly, the pops apart. Gump

opens the door and enters a low tunnel beyond.

54 INTERIOR TUNNEL DAY

Tree roots twist down like dead men's fingers and clutch the ancient

rune stones lodged in the earthen walls.

Gump and Screwball walk upright in the damp tunnel, but Jack is

forced to crawl on his hands and knees. Luna flies above thier heads

like a tiny neon insect.

GUMP:
Right this way....

Gump pauses by another wooden door, sealed with a brass lock. He

opens it instantly with his magic touch.

SCREWBALL:
Home, sweet home!

55 INTERIOR GUMP'S CAVE DAY

Jack and the faeries enter a cost burrw furnished with carved wooden

chairs and tables, a porcelain stove and bundles of herbs hanging

from the ceiling. The simple furniture is overwhlemed by vat piles

of treasure:
gemstones, pearls, chests heaped with gold coins.

GUMP:
Fit for a king's ramsom!

Jack in awe as he wades through the ankle-high loot.

JACK:
Such riches.... I feel I must be

dreaming....

GUMP:
If life is a dream, better you dread

the waking!

Screwball fills a golden helm with rubies and pours them out over

his head. He laughs like a child in a sandpit.

JACK:
....beautiful....

GUMP:
Mere trinkets.... Let's find you

something useful.

Luna's golden LIGHT streaks down and whirls around Jack's head. He

swats futilely at her.

JACK:
Stop it....! Go away....!

GUMP:
Easy.... Luna only seeks a little

affection.

Luna hovers beside Jack's cheek.

JACK:
I meant no disrespect, but....

ouch! Make her stop, will you,

Gump!

GUMP:
Does your blood run so cold? You'll

be a corpse before your time.

Gump unstoppers a silver wine decanter and pours three goblets full.

JACK:
What does she want from me?

GUMP:
Foolish question....

(handing Jack a goblet)

Drink, and wamr your heart.

The answer's at the bottom of

your cup.

Jack sniffs his goblet suspiciously. This time, he is careful not to

drink when the faeries do.

GUMP (cont):
Now then.... down to business.

Gump pulls a bejewlled broadsword free from its scabbard. It is a

remarkably beautiful weapon.

JACK:
What's this....? Something to cook

with?

Gump and Screwball exchange a hopeless look.

GUMP(patiently):
This is a weapon, Jack.... As fine

a weapon as you'll ever see.

JACK(curious:
So, that's a weapon.... What's it

do?

SCREWBALL:
World is doomed, if you ask me.

Screwball goes back to playing with the jewels.

Gump pulls a silk handkerchief from his belt.

GUMP:
A little demonstration.

Gump tosses the kerchief high in the air and it wafts slowly down.

The little elf is an expert swordsman. He whirls the weapon in a

gleaming blur, slicing the drifting handkerchief neatly in half.

GUMP(cont):
With such a blade you could behead

an ogre as easily as uncapping a

soft-boiled egg.

JACK:
That's really something.... Can I

try?

Gump hands the sword to Jack.

GUMP:
You're the champion, aren't you?

Jack picks up half the kerchief off the jewel-littered floor and

tosses it into the air. As it flutters down, he swings wildly with

the broadsword. Gump has to duck to avoid having his own head

chopped off.

GUMP(cont):
Watch out....! You'll get the hang of

it in time.... Now, we best see

about some armour..... Screwball!

SCREWBALL:
Coming right up!

Screwball flips open the lid of a chest. Folded inside is a golden

chain-mail coat of exquisite workmanship.

GUMP:
Go on.... see if it fits.

Jack slips the coat over his head. It fits perfectly.

GUMP (nodding approval): It will turn a broadhead arrow

ar fifty yards.

SCREWBALL:
He might pass for a champion in

that.

GUMP:
Have a look at yourself, Jack.

(pointing:
Use yonder shield for a mirror.

JACK(confused):
....Shield?

GUMP(exasperated): The round shiny thing over there.

SCREWBALL:
Clothes never made the man....

Gump silences Screwball with a stern look and and stalks over to a

small carved desk.

There is a loud, MUSICAL CHIME. Gump pulls a remarkable instrument

from a pouch on his belt: a wonderous crystal globe filled with

whirling miniature worlds.

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