Willow Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1988
- 126 min
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- What goes on here?
- What goes on here?
Deceiver!
Stop him!
Captain, getup!
- You are great.
Get on that shield!
Sorsha!
After them!
- Whoa! Hey!
They're getting away!
-Follow me, Rool. I don't know.
- Where are you?
- Aah! Ooh.
- Oh, no, where did everybody go?
Maybe it was
something we said.
Ohh-h-h-h!
Madmartigan!
- Madmartigan!
- What the hell happened up there?
You started spouting poetry.
- Poetry?
- Yeah.
"I love you, Sorsha.
I worship you, Sorsha."
You almost got us killed!
"I love you, Sorsha"?
I don't love her.
She kicked me in the face.
I hate her! Don't I?
Kael! Kael!
Nockmaar soldiers!
Hoy! Get the children! Come on!
- Get the children!
- They're after us! We need to hide.
Come on. Follow me. Quick!
Come on! Move!
I knew you'd
get out of that rattrap.
I knew you'd
get out of that rattrap.
You left me to die, Airk.
I probably saved your life.
We were slaughtered
and I lost a lot of good-
- Shh! Quiet!
Tear this village apart!
Look everywhere!
Find the child!
- Shh!
Shh-shh-shh!
Tell Sorsha
- Hah! Hah!
- Yes, General.
- Quiet. Shh!
- Sorsha!
- Back.
Back!
Back!
- Keep the baby quiet.
- She needs to be changed.
- Nockmaar scum!
- You'll never defeat us.
- Give up the baby!
- Shut up!
What does Bavmorda want
with this baby, anyway?
She's a princess.
- We're taking her to Tir Asleen.
- Tir Asleen?
Even if you could
find it, peck.
she's right-you'd never
get past the Nockmaar army.
There's an even bigger
army at Tir Asleen.
- If we can just get there-
I've lost more than half
my men fighting Bavmorda.
Now you and this peck
are gonna take her on?
You always told me you served
no one, Madmartigan.
Since when are
you a crusader?
He's not gonna help you, peck.
He's a worthless thief.
I'm not a thief, Airk.
He's not a thief.
Are you?
I serve the Nelwyn, Airk.
- Want to come with us?
- You'll never make it, Madmartigan.
Then once again
we say good-bye.
- Over here!
- Sorsha!
Weapons down or she's dead!
Hyah! Hyah!
- Hyah!
- Get to your horses! After 'em!
This way!
This way!
As the crow flies, you fools!
- You're holding me too tight!
- I don't want you to get away.
Why? Because I'm your sun.
your moon, your starlit sky?
Get your hair out of my face.
or I'll chop it off.
Did I really- Did I really
say those things last night?
- In your tent?
- You said you loved me.
- I don't remember that.
- You lied to me!
No, I-
I just wasn't myself
last night.
I suppose my power enchanted you.
and you were helpless against it.
- Um, sort of.
- Then what?
It went away.
It went away?
"I dwell in darkness without you."
- and it went away?
- Yeah.
- Whoa.
Hurry! Kael's coming!
Madmartigan, come on!
Now!
Madmartigan, come on!
They're coming! Away!
Go on! Hyah!
Whoa! Whoa!
This way!
Tir Asleen! At last, Tir Asleen!
Hello?
- Hello?
Hello?
Why did I listen to you, peck?
"Everything will be all right
once we get to Tir Asleen."
The only army around here...
is the one that's about to ride
across this valley and wipe us out!
But Cherlindrea
said we'd be safe here.
Safe?
Look at these people.
This place is cursed, peck.
It's falling apart. Open your eyes!
- And it-
Trolls.
I hate trolls.
This is the work
of Bavmorda.
Willow? The wand.
- Turn me back into my human form.
- Are you sure?
Yeah.
Good.
Hurry, Willow.
Transform me.
I can't do it.
I'm just not a sorcerer.
But you can be.
Speak...
and be one
with the words.
Avalorium, greenan,
luatha, tye-
- Oh, Willow, you're losing me.
Madmartigan.
Kael's coming!
Willow, you idiot.
- Raziel?
- Willow,
arm that catapult up there.
- Whoa! Whoa!
- Good work, Madmartigan.
- What the hell happened to you?
Assault!
Sorsha, battering ram!
Cut it down!
Faster!
Forward! Break it down!
Again! Again!
Willow, use the wand
on that troll.
- Bellalockt!
- Bwww!
Break it down! Forward!
- Whoa! Whoa!
Get him!
The other side!
Destroy the beast!
Find the baby!
Baaa!
Take tha-a-a-at!
Willow!
Madmartigan, help!
Willow!
- Get him, Madmartigan!
Here.
The baby!
Airk's army.
Get Kael!
Airk's army!
- We are here!
- You are rescued!
- Charge!
- Charge!
No mercy!
Blora!
Willow!
- Blora's gone.
- Willow.
They've taken her.
There were too many of them.
- Willow.
Can you ride?
Let's ride.
I have the child!
We need towers
and a battering ram!
Break out the tents!
Make camp!
Make camp!
Where's Sorsha?
She has turned against us.
Your Highness.
Turned against me?
Prepare for the ritual!
This is not an army.
Willow.
quick, hide.
Use the shelter chant.
Protect yourself.
- Why?
-Just do it.
- We've come for Blora Danan.
- You dare to challenge me?
You're not warriors.
You're pigs!
- Toa thonna mondarr!
Nocklith! vohkbar!
- You're all pigs!
- Pigs!
Avaggdu luathabairn
offhaefermore.
Sorsha!
Mother, no!
Kothon!
Avaggdu luathabairn
offhaefermore.
Avaggdu luathabairn
offhaefermore.
Begin the ritual.
This baby will not
destroy me.
Come, thunder!
Come, lightning!
Touch this altar
with your powers.
Aah!
We've come all this way
and now Blora Danan's gonna die!
No. We can still
defeat Bavmorda.
She's too powerful, Raziel.
Transform me
and I will destroy her.
Elements of eternity.
above and below.
Balance of essence.
fire beget snow.
-Locktwarr danalora luatha danu...
- Willow,
-believe in the words.
-tuatha, tuatha, chnox danu.
- Concentrate. - Locktwarr danalora...
- luatha danu tuatha, tuatha.
- Oh, no!
- Locktwarr danalora.
Locktwarr danalora
luatha danu...
- tuatha, tuatha, chnox danu.
- Don't give up...
Willow!
- Locktwarr danalora luatha danu...
- Oh, Willow!
-tuatha, tuatha, chnox danu.
Locktwarr danalora
luatha danu tuath-
tuatha chnox... danu.
Raziel.
- Has it been so long?
- I'm sorry.
Willow.
we have work to do.
Give me the wand.
We must undo
Bavmorda's sorcery.
Let them in now.
Tuathagrin chnox,
yfoelfamau.
Black fires
forever kindled within.
- let the second rite begin.
Quick, inside.
That won't reach the wall.
We can't get inside.
-Elora Danan will die.
-Unless we save her.
- Bavmorda's too powerful.
-No!
She cannot transform you again.
My spell is protecting this camp.
But can your magic
get us inside the fortress?
We can't do it.
Wait. Back home in my village.
we have a lot of gophers.
- Willow, this is war, not agriculture...
- I know, I know.
But I've an idea
how to get inside the castle.
- Ocht veth bordak stira.
Ocht vethbordakstira.
Ocht vethbordakstira.
-Ocht vethbordakstira.
Ocht veth bordak stira.
Come on, Madmartigan.
you and I are soldiers.
You and I know the peck's plan
will never work.
If the baby dies, all hope
for the future is lost.
I'm going to fight.
Me too.
All right, we've got to decide
who's gonna go and who's gonna stay.
Raziel.
Willow, all these years...
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