Willow Page #10

CHERLINDREA:

The choice is yours.

Willow takes the baby and looks at her for a moment.

He struggles with his conscience. The fairies and

brownies wait in anticipation. At last Willow looks up

at them, resolved and determined.

WILLOW:

I'll do it. Yes, I will, I'll do

it!

The fairy kingdom sends up a great cheer and applause.

Fairies giggle playfully around Willow's face, and

brownies hug his ankles.

WILLOW:

But I only have one shoe.

EXT. WOODED HILL - DAY

WE SEE Willow's feet as he walks along. He has himself

a brand-new shoe.

Spirits high, he treks in the sunshine, papoose

strapped to his back. Teemo rides in his pocket, while

Rool straddles the papoose, tickling the giggling baby.

WILLOW:

Wait till I tell my children.

Stuff like this never happens in my

village.

He digs a magic acorn out of his pocket and tosses it

high in the air. The brownies gasp.

TEEMO:

Hey, careful there!

WILLOW:

How do these work I wonder? I got-

ta save one to show the High

Aldwin.

ROOL:

Look! Death below!

Rool points through the trees. Willow hurries down the

hill to the tree-line. In the valley below, 200 NOCK-

MAAR SOLDIERS and CALVALRYMEN battle a hundred ragtag

REBEL TROOPS. From this sage position high on the

hillside, Willow watches in disgust. Weapons clash and

men fall to their deaths.

WILLOW:

Daikinis...

They hear a CLANK behind them. Willow slowly turns

around. There is movement in the trees. The hillside

woods are full of Nockmaar HORSEMEN moving right up next to him.

In the valley, the oupowered rebels are being forced

up the hill toward them. Willow is suddenly standing

under several large horses and black-armored minions.

He is frozen in fear.

HORSEMEN:

Hyaaaaahh!!

Swords flash and the horseman charge! The brownies

jump and run for their lives. Willow stumbles and

spins as horse after horse thunders past him, nearly

trampling him and the baby to death.

The Nockmaar reinforcements descend upon the remaining

rebels and crush them. Willow falls and quickly digs

the baby out of the papoose. She is shrieking in ter-

ror. He holds her tight and runs along the tree-line,

following the brownies, while the bloody battle rages

below.

WILLOW:

Let's get out of here. Shhh, don't

cry, Elora. Things can't get any

worse than this...

EXT. ROADSIDE TAVERN - DAY

Bleak rain dribbles down Willow's miserable face. Pro-

tecting the baby, he hurries toward a tavern. The bot-

tom of the building is an open stable with several

horses. Two burly IRON-WORKERS clank a red-hot wagon

rim, fixing a nearby wagon hitched to a horse.

It's a rough place. Rool and Teemo peek out of

Willow's pockets. Upstairs PEOPLE drink and shout.

TEEMO:

I'm not going in there.

ROOL:

Me neither!

WILLOW:

Don't worry--I'm a sorcerer. What

could possibly happen?

Suddenly there's a CRASH up above and two PICTS burst

through a balcony and land in the mud, fighting vi-

ciously. Rool and Teemo duck inside Willow's pockets.

Willow steps around the Picts, dashes through the

stable and up the stairs.

INT. TAVERN - MAIN ROOM - DAY

The place is packed with tattooed PICTS, nomadic FAMI-

LIES, MOTHERS wit BABIES, THIEVES and CUTTHROATS.

Willow enters with the crying baby.

WILLOW:

Could you spare some milk for this

poor hungry baby?

Everyone looks up. Mopping a table is an ugly BARMAID

as big as a wrestler.

BARMAID:

Get outa here, Peck!

PATRONS:

A Peck! Get him out! Beat it,

Peck!

They hurl stuff at him and threaten him with their

weapons. Willow runs along the wall and takes cover

under some stairs. He pulls open his pocket and peers

down inside.

WILLOW:

I could use your help, boys.

Instantly his pocket whips shut and trembles. Willow

cautiously looks out under the stairs. He sees a pail

of milk very near some ROUGHNECKS. Willow puts his

little finger in the baby's mouth, silencing her. He

creeps out. And bravely reaches for the milk.

TEEMO'S VOICE

Willow?

Willow slaps his pocket. Then stretches his arm out

very, very slowly. And gets the pail and zips back

under the stairs.

WILLOW:

This is not fun.

He soaks a rag with milk and feeds the baby. Catching

his breath, he backs up and leans agains a woodplank

wall.

WILLOW:

Woah!

The plank gives way and Willow falls through the wall.

INT. TAVERN - DAY

Willow somersaults into a bedroom near an unmade bed.

Peeking up he sees two women getting dressed in a pan-

ic. One is a plump-chested WENCH with a pretty face.

WENCH:

Hurry! Hurry!

Very frightened, she looks out the window. The other

woman, who wears a kerchief over her hair, packs thick

powder and make-up paint on her face.

THE OTHER WOMAN:

(in a gruff voice)

How do I look?

It's Madmartigan! Willow pops up like a jack-in-the-

box.

WILLOW:

You!!

MADMARTIGAN:

Where the hell did you come from?

Willow strides toward Madmartigan, holding the baby

like a machine gun.

WILLOW:

I trusted you...

The brownies peek out.

ROOL:

Who's he?

MADMARTIGAN:

You're crawling with rodents.

The bedroom door explodes open. In storms a big, mean,

half-drunk raging lug named LLUG.

LLUG:

Where is he!!

Madmartigan wraps a muffler around his throat. The

wench innocently curtsies.

WENCH:

There's nobody here except me and

my, um, cousin.

Llug knocks his wife out of the way and glares susi-

ciously at Madmartigan, who bats his heavily made-up

eyelashes. He speaks in a high feminine voice.

MADMARTIGAN:

How do you do.

Llug sniffs at Madmartigan then fixes his gaze on

Madmartigan's flat chest. He goes to squeeze him

there, but Madmartigan ducks out of the way and

snatches the baby from Willow.

WILLOW:

Hey! Give me that baby!

MADMARTIGAN:

(high voice)

These Pecks make terrible nurse-

maids.

WILLOW:

Nursemaid?!

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