Willow Page #13

The baby squeals with delight as Madmartigan twirls her

around. He lifts her yp and carries her to Willow on

the shore. The brownies crawl thorugh the bushes.

Rool points out at the lake.

ROOL:

That's it! The sorceress lives

there!

In the middle of the lake is an island with a single

tree.

TEEMO:

Are you sure?

ROOL:

(excited)

Yes! Raziel! She lives out on

that island!

Madmartigan lets out a sarcastic, sceptical laugh.

Teemo scratches his head and squints out at the island.

TEEMO:

That tree dosn't look like gold to

me.

MADMARTIGAN:

Gold!!

Madmartigan rubs his chin with sudden interest.

TEEMO:

Its branches are supposed to be

made of gold, solid gold.

WILLOW:

How are we going to get out there?

Madmartigan is suddenly pacing and thinking.

MADMARTIGAN:

We'll find a way, Willow. Look

over there--that looks like a

village--maybe they've got a boat.

Come on, what are you waiting for?

Madmartigan runs along the shore toward a small village

in the distance.

EXT. DESERTED FISHING VILLAGE - DAY

Half a dozen decrepit huts sit rotting on the edge of

the lake. There are no inhabitants, just a lot of dis-

carded junk, including a few battered fishing boats.

But Madmartigan, keeping one eye on the gold tree out

on the island, is undaunted. He rummages through the

debris, hauling out a fishing boat and shouldering it

toward the water.

MADMARTIGAN:

Give me a hand here, Peck!

Willow hoists the baby into the papoose and helps Mad-

martigan.

BOY:

What are you doing?

They turn around. A golden-haired BOY is standing

waist-deep in th elake. Madmartigan is instantly wary

of him.

MADMARTIGAN:

It's nothing to do with you.

But the boy looks innocent and harmless, and Willow ap-

proaches him.

WILLOW:

We need to get out to that island.

BOY:

The island is cursed.

Madmartigan scoffs at this nonsense, grunting and push-

ing the boat into the water.

WILLOW:

We've traveled a long way. We're

looking for Fin Raziel.

TEEMO:

The sorceress.

BOY:

She's there. But you can't go

there. The island is cursed.

MADMARTIGAN:

(no patience)

Yeah? Who cursed it?

BOY:

Queen Bavmorda. Her powers govern

the elements.

MADMARTIGAN:

Ahh, he's trying to protect the

gold. Come on, Willow. Jump in.

Madmartigan climbs into the boat and grabs an oar,

eager to go. Willow looks down at the brownies for

help.

WILLOW:

What would the Fairy Queen say?

ROOL:

She's not here.

TEEMO:

(to Rool)

Obviously.

WILLOW:

Without Raziel we'll never find Tir

Asleen.

(decision)

We'd better go.

Willow marches to the boat. Calmly accepting their

choice, the golden-haired boy dives into the lake and

disappears. Willow and the brownies board the boat,

and Madmartigan poles them away from the shore.

EXT. LAKE - DAY

They row across the placid lake toward the island.

EXT. ISLAND - DAY

They climb onto the rocky shore. Flies buzz and swarm

around them, and creepy bugs crawl around their feet.

Broken skeletons litter the shore. Handing the baby

back and forth, Willow and Madmartigan claw their way

up to the large tree.

WILLOW:

Raziel? Hello? Fin Raziel?

Madmartigan greedily reaches up to touch a branch.

RAZIEL:

Get away! Get away!

A littel animal scurries down the tree and hisses vi-

ciously at Madmartigan, chattering its teeth.

RAZIEL:

You'll die! You'll die!

RAZIEL scampers over to Willow. Her voice screeches

like a parrot. She looks like an otter with a bush

tail.

RAZIEL:

Who are you! Who are you!

WILLOW:

I'm Willow Ufgood. I'm here to

find Fin Raziel.

She springs right onto Willow's chest.

RAZIEL:

That's me! Raziel! Raziel!

Willow looks down at the browines questioninghly.

WILLOW:

This can't be right. This isn't a

sorceress. This is some kind of

animal.

TEEMO:

Queen Bavmorda transformed her.

RAZIEL:

What do you want!

WILLOW:

We need your help. To take this

baby to Tir Asleen. She's a prin-

cess.

Still sceptical, Willow shows Raziel the baby's mark.

Raziel shoots up onto a branch and frantically flicks

her tail.

RAZIEL:

Elora Danan!

Madmartigan snaps a branch off the tree. A flock of

birds suddenly screech and fly away. His eyes bulge.

MADMARTIGAN:

Rool! Teemo! You were right!

This whole tree is made of gold!!

He strips away the bark, revealing a vein of gold.

RAZIEL:

Fools! You should never have come

to this place! We're all going to

die!

The wind begins to blow and the sky darkens. Raziel

zips over to Willow and whispers intensely.

RAZIEL:

We've got to get off this island

right now. Hurry! The boat! It's

our only chance!

The wind howls. they hurry down to the boat.

WILLOW:

Madmartigan!

Madmartigan is greedily breaking branches off the tree.

MADMARTIGAN:

Wait! Gold! Gold!

Waves lash at the boat as they jump aboard. Madmarti-

gan loads up with branches. As they push off, he

scrambles down the rocks. Just in time he jumps into

the boat as the storm swirls it out into the frothy

lake.

EXT. LAKE - DAY

Willow clutches the baby as the raging storm pitches

the boat.

WILLOW:

Help, Madmartigan! The oar!

Madmartigan hangs onto his gold, but pices of it drop

and topple overboard.

MADMARTIGAN:

My gold!

Suddenly a hand appears on the stern. The water boy

climbs in.

RAZIEL:

Kill him!

WILLOW:

No!

RAZIEL:

Kill him!

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