Willow

MADMARTIGAN: Thank you, friend.

AIRK: Let's go.

MADMARTIGAN: Out for a little ride in the coun- try, Airk?

AIRK: Thought you might get lonely, Mad- martigan!

AIRK: You're chasing a dream.

MADMARTIGAN: Just get me some horses.

AIRK: You gonna be a hero, Madmartigan? I've lost half my men fighting Kael, and Bavmorda, and the Nock- maar army. Now you and this Peck, and that magpie up in the rafters, are gonna take 'em on alone?

MADMARTIGAN: Then come with us.

AIRK: It's you they're after, Madmarti- gan. What did you do this time?

MADMARTIGAN: They're not after me. They want the baby.

MADMARTIGAN: You left me to die, friend.

AIRK: You managed alright.

MADMARTIGAN: Is this what's left of your army?

MADMARTIGAN: Airk! Come on, Airk. Lemme outa here.

AIRK: Hey, remember? You don't need my help, Madmartigan. Little rabbit trap like this? Come on! I could open it for you, but I wouldn't wanna insult you!

MADMARTIGAN: Gimme a sword, Airk. I'll win your war for you.

AIRK: I always knew you'd end up in a crow's cage.

MADMARTIGAN: Least I'm not down there herding sheep!

AIRK: Madmartigan! What did you do this time?

MADMARTIGAN: Nothing you wouldn't have done it my place!

AIRK: We're going into battle, little one. Find a woman to take care of it.

MADMARTIGAN: He thought you were a woman, Airk!

WILLOW: They look like acorns.

CHERLINDREA: Anything you hurl them at will turn to stone.

WILLOW: Why can't you do it? You have mag- ical powers.

CHERLINDREA: My prsence cannot extend beyond this forest. But I can give you these...

CHERLINDREA: The way has been lost in time. But there is one person, a druid sor- ceress, who might guide you there. She was exiled by Queen Bavmorda many years ago. Her name is Fin Raziel.

WILLOW: You need a warrior for this job. I'm nobody.

CHERLINDREA: You are very important, Willow.

WILLOW: No I'm not. Have you really looked at me? I'm short! Even for a Nelwyn!

CHERLINDREA: You are the guardian, Willow. You must take her to Tir Asleen.

WILLOW: What is Tir Asleen?

CHERLINDREA: No, Willow. Your journey has just begun. It has been foretold that this child shall bring about the downfall of Queen Bavmorda, whose evil powers have darkened our world. Upon you depends this princess's life.

WILLOW: Me?

WILLOW: You mean, you know who this baby belongs to?

CHERLINDREA: She belongs to all of us. She is the future queen and ruler of all kingdoms on earth.

CHERLINDREA: Willow Ufgood.

WILLOW: Yes...?

CHERLINDREA: I hope you are comfortable here, inside my kingdom...

HIGH ALDWIN: Go in the direction the bird is flying.

WILLOW: Oh, if I could do that I'd--I'd turn Burglekutt into a toad!

HIGH ALDWIN: Waste magic on revenge? You have much to learn, Willow...

HIGH ALDWIN: Now, you know where you're going? Down there, through those trees, follow the river. You'll know the crossroads by a big daikini struc- ture. Willow, this is serious business. Don't waste any time, the outer world is no place for a Nelwyn. Give the baby to the first daikini you see, then hurry home as fast as you can.

WILLOW: If I'm not strong enough to be your apprentice, how can I do this?

HIGH ALDWIN: You're strong enough. But you're going to need courage, Willow.

WILLOW: I don't want courage. I don't want to be a warrior. All I've ever wanted was to do magic, real magic, like you!

HIGH ALDWIN: Real magic, Willow, is simply the art of controlling the reality of others. You lack faith in your- self. You must learn to trust your intuition.

HIGH ALDWIN: Earlier today you tried to tell me something, Willow.

WILLOW: My family found this baby in the river, High Aldwin.

WILLOW: Sir! I have to talk to you.

HIGH ALDWIN: Not today, Willow.

WILLOW: It's a matter of great importance to me!

MADMARTIGAN: We'll probably die here, Sorsha.

SORSHA: I have no family.

MADMARTIGAN: Sorsha.

SORSHA: Madmartigan.

MADMARTIGAN: Because it's true.

SORSHA: I don't believe you.

SORSHA: Why did you say that?

MADMARTIGAN: Say what?

SORSHA: I love you.

SORSHA: You're a fool. Now put her back.

MADMARTIGAN: I'm not going to let this baby die.

SORSHA: I do what I'm told.

MADMARTIGAN: Too bad you're not more like your father.

MADMARTIGAN: Mmmm, I love the smell of a woman.

SORSHA: My step-father's going to tear you apart.

MADMARTIGAN: Gawd...you're...beautiful...

SORSHA: You're not a woman.

MADMARTIGAN: I can't.

SORSHA: Why not?

MADMARTIGAN: Why not?

MADMARTIGAN: I can't.

SORSHA: Let me see it.

SORSHA: You! Are you the mother of that child?

MADMARTIGAN: No. I mean yes.

RAZIEL: Bavmorda cannot transform you. I've protected this camp with a spell.

MADMARTIGAN: Can you use your magic to get our men into the fortress, Raziel?

MADMARTIGAN: We're a tiny version of all that?

RAZIEL: As above, so below.

MADMARTIGAN: Who is that girl, anyway?

RAZIEL: Sorsha, Queen Bavmorda's daughter.

MADMARTIGAN: Then you get us out of here.

RAZIEL: I will! But I need help!

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!

MADMARTIGAN: I don't know, Willow.

WILLOW: Madmartigan, you promised me you'd take care of Elora Danan like your own daughter. She is all that matters. Are you going to abandon her?

WILLOW: I have an idea. Back in my village we catch a lot of hedgehogs.

MADMARTIGAN: Willow, this is war, not agricul- ture!

WILLOW: I know, I know! But this is a way to get into that castle...

MADMARTIGAN: Willow...this may be a bad time to ask this question but...what if Raziel's wrong?

WILLOW: She can't be wrong. She's a very very very powerful sorceress.

MADMARTIGAN: She's a bird, Willow.

WILLOW: That's my fault, not hers. I've got to keep practicing. I'm still in the learning stage but magic, Madmartigan, requires concentration and--

MADMARTIGAN: Watch it!

WILLOW: Ahhh!

WILLOW: Madmartigan! I can't stand being in closed-in places.

MADMARTIGAN: Want me to carry Elora?

WILLOW: I'm used to her. How's she doing?

WILLOW: You?

MADMARTIGAN: What are you gonna become, Raziel? Queen of the rodents?

MADMARTIGAN: She's in love.

WILLOW: You're crazy. I think you're in love.

WILLOW: She asked about you, Madmartigan.

MADMARTIGAN: Well what did she say?

WILLOW: She said lots of thing.s

MADMARTIGAN: Willow!

MADMARTIGAN: Did she ask about me?

WILLOW: Who?

MADMARTIGAN: Come on, Peck, don't give me a hard time. You were in her ten all night. Did she say anything?

MADMARTIGAN: I'm beginning to think you two *deserve* to be locked up.

WILLOW: The universe is a living creature, like you and me, Madmartigan.

WILLOW: I'll help you...!

MADMARTIGAN: I won't.

MADMARTIGAN: I was in love once, Willow. She had a hold on my heart. I could barely function. I *was* a great swordsman! I was knighted! I could have been king!

WILLOW: You?

MADMARTIGAN: Yeah me. King! But she betrayed me. She robbed me of my dream.

WILLOW: Madmartigan, I need your help.

MADMARTIGAN: My help? A great magician like you? You don't need any help.

MADMARTIGAN: So you're on your way to Tir Asleen, huh? I hate to tell you this, Willow, but Tir Asleen dosn't exist.

WILLOW: Yes it does. The Fairy Queen told me.

MADMARTIGAN: The Fairy Queen? And the baby here's a princess? And these two rodents are your guides?

MADMARTIGAN: When I left the crossroads, I got ambushed by an elf!

WILLOW: Madmartigan! You saved her life!

MADMARTIGAN: I did?

MADMARTIGAN: Now Willow, I know you're gonna blame me for this but it wasn't my fault...!

WILLOW: Elora Danan!

WILLOW: Where's the baby??

MADMARTIGAN: I thought you had her!

WILLOW: Because she's sick.

MADMARTIGAN: Because she's sick.

WILLOW: Time to change her diaper.

MADMARTIGAN: Time to leave.

WILLOW: Hey! Give me that baby!

MADMARTIGAN: These Pecks make terrible nurse- maids.

WILLOW: Nursemaid?!

WILLOW: You!!

MADMARTIGAN: Where the hell did you come from?

WILLOW: Here are her diaper rags. And this is her milk bladder. And when she cries--she's either hungry or she's tired--rock her on your left shoulder. She likes that.

MADMARTIGAN: Don't worry, Willow. She's in good hands. You haven't made a mistake.

WILLOW: And give her a bath everyday, and don't let her get cold. And keep her diaper changed.

MADMARTIGAN: Of course! I promise!

WILLOW: You gotta promise to feed her.

MADMARTIGAN: I will.

WILLOW: Fresh goat's milk.

MADMARTIGAN: Absolutely!

MADMARTIGAN: Nobody's gonna take your baby. Know why? Nobody cares... Except me. You wanna go back to your farm. You wanna go back to your family. I could take care of that baby. I'll look after her like she was me own.

WILLOW: You don't know anything about ba- bies.

MADMARTIGAN: Whatcha thinkin' about, Willow?

WILLOW: I hate this.

MADMARTIGAN: I'll be around long after you're dead, Airk! You slime! When I get outa here I'll cut your head off and stick it on a pig-pole!

WILLOW: Friend of yours?

WILLOW: What's that? I hear something!

MADMARTIGAN: You hear trouble.

WILLOW: What is it?

MADMARTIGAN: Smells like a battle.

WILLOW: Are you a warrior?

MADMARTIGAN: The greatest swordsman that ever lived.

WILLOW: You all right?

MADMARTIGAN: These burns. My arms. Ouch...

MADMARTIGAN: You a woodcutter?

WILLOW: Farmer.

MADMARTIGAN: Farmer! I knew it! You're a vic- tim, Willow. Yep, you and me: victims of a rotten, corrupt, cor- rupt, rotten world.

MADMARTIGAN: Thanks for your help, Peck.

WILLOW: Are you okay?

MADMARTIGAN: As if you care. I saved your life, Peck. Those guys woulda killed us! You wanna give your baby to them?? They eat babies!

WILLOW: I don't know.

WILLOW: Hey! Somebody's coming!

MADMARTIGAN: Peck! Quick! Douse the fire!

WILLOW: Do any other daikinis ever come by here?

MADMARTIGAN: Why.

WILLOW: I have to give this baby to some- body.

MADMARTIGAN: Don't make me angry, Peck.

WILLOW: You be careful. I'm a powerful sorcerer. I could turn you into a toad just like that.

MADMARTIGAN: Miserable Pecks.

MADMARTIGAN: Please? I'm dyin' of thirst in here.

WILLOW: Good. How long will it take?

RANON: I could be you rguard! I could carry your spear!

WILLOW: What a great son you are, Ranon. I wish I could take you with me. Now go to sleep...

RANON: Dada, what's a daikini?

WILLOW: Daikinis are giant people who live far far away.

RANON: Are you scared?

RANON: Can't we keep it, Dada?

WILLOW: Absolutely not.

RANON: It's not a Nelwyn baby.

WILLOW: No, it's too big to be a Nelwyn baby. It looks like a daikini...

RAZIEL: Patience, Willow.

WILLOW: Courage, Willow.

RAZIEL: Time is running out.

WILLOW: Surrender!!

WILLOW: I've come all this way and now Elora Dana's going to die!

RAZIEL: No! I can still defeat Bavmorda!

WILLOW: She's too powerful, Raziel

RAZIEL: Get down! The ritual chant! Quick! Protect yourself!

WILLOW: Why?

RAZIEL: Just do it!

WILLOW: Raziel! I transformed them all! I'm a magician!

RAZIEL: You didn't transform them, Willow, you released them. That was noth- ing. Now change me.

WILLOW: I did it! Madmartigan! Come here! Look! You gotta see this! I did it!

RAZIEL: More! More!

WILLOW: How??

RAZIEL: Use the philosopher's stone! Hur- ry! Invocation! Release them!

RAZIEL: Tir Asleen.

WILLOW: There's nobody here.

WILLOW: I just wanted to test it first.

RAZIEL: No! Change me back into a sor- ceress, Willow.

RAZIEL: Again: what is the magician's weapon?

WILLOW: His will.

RAZIEL: Now use it.

WILLOW: What'd you bit me for!!

RAZIEL: We need blood. To nourish the stone. charge the stone with ener- gy.

WILLOW: Ouch!!

RAZIEL: Shhhhh!

WILLOW: Oooh, this smells terrible.

RAZIEL: That's the life spark. Exxence of magic and sorcery!

WILLOW: But what am I gonna transform??

RAZIEL: Me!

RAZIEL: Your will! Your will! What else could it be?

WILLOW: I can't remember all these things. What am I learning?

RAZIEL: The art of transformation!

RAZIEL: We don't have much time left! Go on! Go on!

WILLOW: I must concetrate my imagination...to creat a new...reality!

RAZIEL: What's the magician's weapon?

WILLOW: The limitless power of...

WILLOW: How am I gonna do that?

RAZIEL: Patience. Concentrate. You will find a way.

WILLOW: I'm all finished. Now what?

RAZIEL: Burn it to a fine ash.

WILLOW: I hope she's all right. How much more do I have to do of this?

RAZIEL: Till it's in a powder. The energy exits within you...

WILLOW: I know, and the magician's goal is to find his true self. But what's this got to do with it?

RAZIEL: As below, so above. You hold the univers, Willow, in your hand.

RAZIEL: Willow. To learn magic, first you must make your own philosopher's stone!

WILLOW: What do I need for that?

RAZIEL: We must start with feathers, dung, and a lock of your hair.

RAZIEL: You must learn magic.

WILLOW: That's all I ever wanted!

RAZIEL: Then I will teach you.

RAZIEL: Did *you* give that acorn its power?

WILLOW: No.

RAZIEL: A magician *makes* magic. Any fool can use it.

RAZIEL: Kill him!

WILLOW: No!

RAZIEL: Kill him!

RAZIEL: What do you want!

WILLOW: We need your help. To take this baby to Tir Asleen. She's a prin- cess.

RAZIEL: Who are you! Who are you!

WILLOW: I'm Willow Ufgood. I'm here to find Fin Raziel.

TEEMO: Get back here, Rool!

ROOL: Ouch! Let go of me!

TEEMO: We gotta follow them.

ROOL: Us?? We'll never catch them. Any- way, we're all done, Teemo. Let's go home.

TEEMO: Are you sure?

ROOL: Yes! Raziel! She lives out on that island!

TEEMO: I'm not going in there.

ROOL: Me neither!

TEEMO: Watch this. Right between the eyes.

ROOL: He never misses.

TEEMO: Elves! They're always tormenting babies. They make them cry and take their tears.

ROOL: Somebody has to do it.

WILLOW: She's hungry.

SORSHA: I know she's hungry. I tried to feed her but she wouldn't eat a thing. I'm not a wet nurse.

WILLOW: Here. Hold her.

WILLOW: She needs to be changed again. Sorsha crosses her arms in a hugg and watches as Willow changes the baby. Soon the baby stops crying. Re- lieved yet still anxious, Sorsha paces to a mirror. Willow rocks the baby gently, absently looking at the fire. Then his eyes focus on the fire.

SORSHA: Who is that horrible friend of yours?

WILLOW: Madmartigan.

SORSHA: Who is he?

WILLOW: I don't know much about him.

WILLOW: She needs to be changed.

SORSHA: I changed her already!

WILLOW: If you rest the baby on your shoulder, she'll stop crying.

SORSHA: Shut up.

WILLOW: This can't be right. This isn't a sorceress. This is some kind of animal.

TEEMO: Queen Bavmorda transformed her.

TEEMO: Obviously.

WILLOW: Without Raziel we'll never find Tir Asleen. We'd better go.

WILLOW: We've traveled a long way. We're looking for Fin Raziel.

TEEMO: The sorceress.

TEEMO: Its branches are supposed to be made of gold, solid gold.

WILLOW: How are we going to get out there?

TEEMO: Hey, careful there!

WILLOW: How do these work I wonder? I got- ta save one to show the High Aldwin.

TEEMO: Talk! Say something!

WILLOW: I can't see anything--she's too bright!

WILLOW: This is not going well.

TEEMO: Hurry! Queen Cherlindrea will know what to do.

WILLOW: Ohhh, I hate this.

TEEMO: Take your time. Don't worry about the elves. They won't come out here.

WILLOW: Why not?

WILLOW: I'm getting her out of there!

TEEMO: No! You let us handle this. Come along, Rool!

TEEMO: We are emissaries of her majesty, Queen Cherlindrea, of the land of Coshairm.

WILLOW: Queen Cherlindrea?

TEEMO: She requests the presence of your- self and the young princess.

WILLOW: Who??

TEEMO: You're the guardian, aren't you?