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Madmartigna hesitates but then smashes the boy back

into the lake. The boy surfaces like a dolphin. His

shape begins to change, becoming fish-like, diving and

vanishing.

Then:
he attacks the boat! He is now a ferocious

shark-like monster. He chomps the boat and the gold

branches slide into the water. Madmartigan bashes the

monster with the oar, then grabs an anchor. The mon-

ster attacks again and Madmartigan jabs its gill with

the anchor.

The monster sinks into the lake. They all sigh with

relief. Madmartigan shrugs proudly. Suddenly the an-

chor line unravels, tangling Madmartigan's legs in

fishing nets and yanking him overboard.

Underwater, Madmartigan swirls behind the monster. He

pulls himself along the anchor line and finally cuts

himself free with his dagger.

He surfaces and madly swims toward the pitching boat.

Willow reaches out to him. The monster surfaces and

circles the boat. Then it attacks Madmartigan.

MADMARTIGAN:

No!! Help!! Willow!!!

Willow digs out a magic acorn. But he drops it! He

fumbles in the leaking boat and finally finds it. The

monster opens its jaws and goes to devour Madmartigan.

Willow throws the acorn.

The monster miraculously turns to stone. Madmartigan

grabs the boat and watches in amazement as the monster

sinks. Willow hauls him into the boat.

EXT. LAKESHORE - DAY

The storm begins to die down as they jump to shore, ex-

hausted. Madmartigan wears nothing now but a ragged

loincloth. He falls to his knees, coughing and spit-

ting.

MADMARTIGAN:

Willow...you...you got...magic...!

Wait...we could team up...!

He pulls himself up and follows Willow. Suddenly they

all stop. Sorsha and her men come out of the woods.

RAZIEL:

Flee! Flee!

The brownies scurry into a hole. Raziel makes a dash

for it but a soldier skewers her tail with his spear,

dangling her in front of Sorsha.

SORSHA:

Raziel. Did you think my mother

would allow you to escape?

Sorsha gestures, and the soldier takes Raziel away.

The lieutenant wrestles the baby away from Willow. He

gives her to Sorsha.

SORSHA:

This is what we're looking for. It

bears the markings.

Willow panics.

MADMARTIGAN:

Don't worry, Willow. If there's

one thing I'm good at, it's charm-

ing a woman...

He swaggers forward. Sorsha turns and looks at him.

MADMARTIGAN:

So. Couldn't live without me, huh?

Sorsha looks up and down at his naked body.

SORSHA:

Lose your skirt? How embarassing.

Madmartigan looks down and adjusts his loincloth.

MADMARTIGAN:

Still got what counts.

A pause as he smiles at her.

SORSHA:

Not for long.

She raises her fist and zap: Madmartigan is instantly

surrounded by spears and swords.

SORSHA:

We'll join the column. Bring them

with us.

Madmartigan and Willow are roughly taken away. Sorsha

and her troops mount horses and ride off. Rool and

Teemo crawl lup from under a rock.

TEEMO:

We gotta follow them.

ROOL:

Us?? We'll never catch them. Any-

way, we're all done, Teemo. Let's

go home.

Rool walks off and Teemo grabs him, yanks him back.

TEEMO:

Get back here, Rool!

ROOL:

Ouch! Let go of me!

Rool throws a punch, and the brownies somersault into

the bushes fighting each other.

EXT. ROAD - DAY

Sorsha and her men now ride with a caravan of fifty

NOCKMAAR TROOPS. Chained by their necks. Willow and

Madmartigan walk behind a wagon. Raziel sits trapped

in a cage on the back of the wagon.

WILLOW:

I can't go on...

Willow loses strength, falls and is dragged. Madmarti-

gan picks him up and carries him on his shoulders.

Sorsha sees this.

MADMARTIGAN:

Willow, why don't you use your mag-

ic to get us out of here?

RAZIEL:

He's no magician.

MADMARTIGAN:

He turned that monster into stone!

Raziel peers sternly at Willow, who is eye-level with

her cage.

RAZIEL:

Did *you* give that acorn its power?

WILLOW:

No.

RAZIEL:

A magician *makes* magic. Any fool

can use it.

Madmartigan shakes his head at her.

MADMARTIGAN:

Then you get us out of here.

RAZIEL:

I will! But I need help!

WILLOW:

I'll help you...!

MADMARTIGAN:

I won't.

RAZIEL:

You must learn magic.

WILLOW:

That's all I ever wanted!

RAZIEL:

Then I will teach you.

Sorsha rides up from the rear of the caravan, carrying

the baby, who is crying. Madmartigan, with Willow

still on his shoulders, straightens up and flirts with

her.

MADMARTIGAN:

Nice horse...nice hair...real nice

hair...I'd say you've got the most

beautiful hair I've ever--

She flashes her eyes at him.

SORSHA:

Wolff wants to boil you in oil.

She nods toward her Lieutenant, who snarls viciously.

SORSHA:

Don't tempt me.

She turns away. The baby squirms and cries.

WILLOW:

If you rest the baby on your

shoulder, she'll stop crying.

SORSHA:

Shut up.

Sorsha rides along. She shifts the baby to her other

shoulder, and she instantly stops crying. Sorsha

throws a look at Willow. Madmartigan takes a long deep

breath.

MADMARTIGAN:

Mmmm, I love the smell of a woman.

SORSHA:

(angry threat)

My step-father's going to tear you

apart.

Madmartigan pounds his chest and taunts her:

MADMARTIGAN:

I'm torn apart already. I mean it!

Under all that armor is a

beautiful--

CRACK! Sorsha whips her horse and gallops ahead.

MADMARTIGAN:

Who is that girl, anyway?

RAZIEL:

Sorsha, Queen Bavmorda's daughter.

Madmartigan snaps his finger and discourages himself.

MADMARTIGAN:

Forget that one, Madmartigan.

Raziel leaps against the bars of her cage, chatters her

teeth and whispers to Willow.

RAZIEL:

Willow. To learn magic, first you

must make your own philosopher's

stone!

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