Transcript

Willow - Table Read - p2

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· 1 h 40 min · 12,765 words · 109 timestamped sections

This is the full, timestamped transcript of "Willow - Table Read - p2", an episode of Table Read Tuesdays published April 16, 2025 (1 h 40 min, about 12,765 words). It mentions 3 people, works and ideas, including Mad Martigan, Knockmar, Teraslene.

What this episode is about

The content features a lively discussion during a table read of the second half of "Willow," where participants introduce themselves and their roles while recapping the story's progression, including key events like the capture of Willow, Mad Martigan, and their allies by Sorca and her minions. The conversation also touches on personal interests and social media handles of the participants, contributing to a casual and engaging atmosphere.

Key takeaways

  • When auditioning for roles, remember: every line is just a chance to deliver a knockout punch.
  • Link on a Game of Thrones chair? Talk about crossing the streams of pop culture!
  • Discord is a mix of Muppets and Shakespeare—who knew improvised drama would be so delightful?
  • Willow's magic might be limited, but the show's charisma is unlimited—can charisma summon spells?
  • Feeling 'other' pronouns lets personalities shine—after all, why choose one flavor when you can have a whole sundae?

Who speaks in this episode?

What is discussed, and when

  1. – 10:00: Mad Martigan, Knockmar
  2. – 20:00: Mad Martigan, Teraslene
  3. – 30:00: Mad Martigan
  4. – 40:00: Mad Martigan, Knockmar
  5. – 50:00: Mad Martigan
  6. – 1:00:00: Mad Martigan, Knockmar
  7. – 1:10:00: Knockmar, Mad Martigan
  8. – 1:20:00: Knockmar, Mad Martigan
  9. – 1:30:00: Mad Martigan
  10. – 1:39:36: Mad Martigan

Notable quotes from "Willow - Table Read - p2"

  • Half of Willow that we're getting ready to take a look at. we finished off with Willow and Mad Martigan and the two brownies rescuing Finn Resiel from the island and then they…
    about Mad Martigan · at
  • Now that's a woman. Exterior Knockmar campsite night. Fires and torches burn around pitch tents. Soldiers eat and drink, and meat is thrown out to the death dogs. From her cage, Brazil looks.
    about Knockmar · at
  • Father was a weakling. He was a great king. Not like your stepfather, not like your mother. He ruled Tier Aseline with kindness and a generous heart. My mother calls that a weakness.
    about Teraslene · at

Who and what is mentioned in this episode?

People

  • Mad Martigan — Person · Fictional co-lead (script reading character) · 77 mentions · first at
    Key ally to Willow and romantic counterpart to Sorca; drives major set pieces (escape, battles) in the second half of the script reading.

Places & events

  • Knockmar — Place · Setting · 11 mentions · first at
    The dark and ominous castle of the enemy forces, central to the conflict.
  • Teraslene — Place · Setting · 1 mention · first at
    A significant location in the story, associated with the kingdom and its history.

Full transcript with timestamps

my own custom background. Oh, that's And we are live on YouTube. Sweet. I love those words. Sweet. Yeah, I want cheesy poops. Right. I have the coolest shirt on right now, by the way. It's not relevant, but it is the coolest shirt. Is it a Star Trek shirt? No. That's That's almost as cool. It's It's Link. It's Link sitting on the Game of Thrones. Oh, all right. For those of you out there walked into the middle of a conversation, um you did. And so we are actually also in the middle of our reading of Willow. So this is the second half of Willow that we're getting ready to to take a look at. Um we finished off with uh Willow and Mad Martigan and the two brownies rescuing Finn Resiel from the island and then they just got captured by Sorca and her minions. So, that is where we'll pick up in just a minute. Um, we're going to start first real quick though with introductions.

Um, starting uh with Vicki. Good evening. I'm Vicki Dykes. I'm from Penhold, Alberta in Canada. My pronouns are she, her. Tonight, I will be doing three sections of actions and descriptions, which is saying a lot. There's a lot. Um, I'm also Finn Razil. I'm very happy to be her. And a few small a couple of small roles. And Eric. Awesome. And where can folks find you on social media, Vicki? Oh, yes. I'm on Facebook under Vicky Dykes. And I'm on Instagram. I'm Yoga Grammar 10 in case you want to get a hold of me. Awesome. Aubrey, how about you? Yes. Hi, I'm Aubrey McCoy and uh my pronouns are I will respond to whatever.

I like I like them all. They're all good. They're all friends. And you can find me at uh Luthian the Fair on Instagram, Aubrey McCoy Facebook and Spotify uh under Aubrey McCoy because I write music and do all that stuff too there. Uh or you can find me on YouTube. Uh so uh I will be playing today. I get to play a bit of Sorca. I get to do actions and inscriptions and uh I get to play some Mad Migan, which is awesome. Cool. And then some other smaller roles. And Beth Morta, too. And Beth Morta. Yes. I get to play the evil queen. The evil queen.

All right, Simon. Uh yeah, my name is Simon Squire. I'm in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. I respond to he him or hey you over there. Um, and uh, yeah, I am going to be voicing uh, I guess Actions and Dialogue 12 and 16 Mad Martigan, and uh, some random warrior, which you do so well. Oh, and I'm on the Facebook, Simon Squire, uh, Blue Sky Simon Squire actor, and I have a YouTube channel that I've pretty much abandoned, but there's still videos there called Sequ Talks. Cool. All right. My name is Cat Wilson and um I live in Gig Harbor, Washington. My pronouns are she, her. Uh tonight I'll be starting off with Willow and moving on later to the second half of Sorca. Um and then a couple sections of action descriptions and the villager, the knight, the minion, and finishing up with Ka. Um, and normally if you're not can't find me here, then I'll also be with two households in Fair Corona, a Shakespeare reading group which we read

on Saturdays. Yes. Yeah. But you still need to send me invite for I still haven't sent it to you. Oh, well no, you did not. I am so sorry. I will send I'll send both of you invites. Um, because pretty cool, too. Shakespeare's fantastic. The last time I did Shakespeare was came later. I was in grade three. Let me get our screen up here then and we'll get started with our reading. We're doing a comedy in airs on Saturday. Oh yes, comedy. Very nice. Of Yes. Of that's fantastic. Just I just love it when we get through all those things. Of course. Yeah. All the faces have moved.

Everybody's face moves. That's how it goes. Okay. Sorry. I'm in a weird mood right now. Don't mind me. Me, too. We're going to get along. We're gonna get to get along. Great. It's gonna be fantastic. Size, you all. Is that a good size or you want it larger? Yes. This is I think this is fine. No, maybe one more size up would be good. Just because I have to away from my computer. I don't want to. Yeah, that that's perfect. I can read. Okay. So Vicki is gonna start us off with actions and descriptions. Uh section nine, we are caravans and cages planting the seeds. Exterior road day. Cersia and her men now ride with a caravan of 50 Nokmar troops chained by their necks. Willow and Mad Mukan walk behind a wagon. Brazil sits trapped in a cage on the back of the wagon. I can't go on.

Willow loses strength, falls, and is dragged. Mad Martigan picks him up and carries him on his shoulders. Sorca sees this. Now, is this is this one me or? Uh, yes. Okay, Willow, why don't you just use your magic to get us out of here? He's no magician. He turned that monster into stone. Brazil peers sternly at Willow, who was eye level with her cage. Did you give that acorn its power? No. No. A magician makes magic. Any fool can use it. Mad Martigan shakes his head at her. Then you get us out of here. I will, but I need help. Sorry. Oh, I'll I'll help you.

I won't. You must learn magic. Bless all I have ever wanted. Then I will teach you. Sora rides up from the rear of the caravan carrying the baby who is crying. Mad Martigan with Willow still on his shoulders straightens up and flirts with her. Nice horse. Nice hair. Real nice hair. I'd say you've got the most beautiful hair I have ever. She flashes her eyes at him. We'll force you to boil you in oil. She nods towards her lieutenant who snars viciously. Don't tempt me. She turns away. The baby squirms and cries. If you rest the baby on her on your shoulder, she'll stop crying. Shut up. Sora rides along. She shifts the baby to her other shoulder and she instantly stops crying. Sora throws a look at Willow. Mad Martigan takes a long deep breath.

M I love the smell of a woman. Mr. Father's going to hear you tear you apart. Mad Morgan pounds his chest and taunts her. I'm torn apart already. I mean it. Under all that armor is a beautiful crack. Sorca whips her horse and gallops ahead. Oh, Diamond. Yeah, sorry. Who is that girl anyway? Sora, Queen Bar Murder's daughter. Mad Migan snaps his finger and discourages himself. Forget that one, Mad Murdigan. Brazil leaps against the bars of her cage, chatters her teeth, and whispers to Willow. Willow, to learn magic, first you must make your own philosopher stone.

What? What do I need for that? We must start with feathers, dung, and a lock of your hair. Willow pulls a strand of his hair out in front of his eyes and frowns at it. Mad Martigan, meanwhile, can't take his eyes off Sora. Now that's a woman. Exterior Knockmar campsite night. Fires and torches burn around pitch tents. Soldiers eat and drink, and meat is thrown out to the death dogs. From her cage, Brazil looks down at Willow, still chained to the wagon next to Mad Martigan. Willow is grinding a substance with the rock. Keep working at it. Forget all you've know or think you know. A magician's power depends on disorder of the mind. She twists her head through the bars. Mad Martigan squints at her.

You got that one covered. Willow hears the baby crying in a distant tent. Well, I hope she's all right. How much more do I have to do of this? Tim, it's in a powder. The energy exists within you. I know. And the magician's goal is to find his true self. But what's this got to do with it? As below, so above. You hold the universe, Willow, in your hand. Mad Martigan clasps his forehead. I'm beginning to think you two deserve to be locked up. The universe is a living creature like you and me, Mad Mott. Again, Mad Morgan cynically gazes at the sky, gesturing wildly.

We're a tiny version of all that. As above, so below. Willow looks around. Heavily armed minions rip chunks of meat around a campfire. Um, I think you skipped a line. Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Ah, burn it to a fine ash. Willow looks around. Heavily armed minions rip chunks of meat around a campfire. How am I going to do that? Patience. Concentrate. You will find a way. Suddenly, footsteps clump toward them. Willow quickly folds the powder inside some cloth and hides it in his pocket. The lieutenant marches up and scrutinizes them suspiciously.

He abruptly snatches Willow up, hacks a chain, and drags him off. What's going on? Mad Martigan struggles against his chains, angry and worried. Hurt him, and you'll answer to me. Interior, Sora's tent. Knight, the lieutenant clamps irons on Willow's wrists, flings him into a tent, and exits. Willow looks up and sees Sorca, still in her uniform, impatiently pacing with the crying baby. This baby won't do what I say. You seem to know what to do. Here, make it shut up. Sora dumps a baby in Willow's arms and then backs away. She needs to be changed. I changed her already.

Willow politely shrugs. She needs to be changed again. Sora crosses her arms in a hug and watches as Willow changes the baby. Soon the baby stops crying. Relieved yet still anxious, Sorca paces to a mirror. Willow rocks the baby gently, absently looking at the fire and then his eyes focus on focuses on the fire. Who is that herb friend of yours? Med again. Who is he? I don't know much about him. Sora fiddles with her long red hair. Willow creeps towards the fire. He's very bold. Do you really think my hair is beautiful? She turns and looks right at Willow. He looks back. She asks the question again by holding out strands of her hair.

Uh, yes, it is very nice here. He suddenly strides over to Sorca. She's hungry. I know she's hungry. I tried to feed her, but she wouldn't eat a thing. I'm not a wet nurse. Yeah, hold her. He hands Sorcerer the baby and then goes to the fire where there's a stone croc of milk. He carefully takes his cloth pouch out of his pocket and unfolds it. At the other side of the tent, Sorca awkwardly paces with the baby. I tried everything. A spoon. I put milk into her mouth. She just spat it out. I don't know what to do. Not a mother.

During this, Willow ignites his powdery substance. It flares slightly, then burns to an ash. He gathers it up and then returns to Sorca with the milk. Sometimes she likes it heated. Willow finds a strip of cloth, dips it in the milk, and feeds Allora Dannon in Sora's arms. He looks up at Sora and smiles. She's a good baby. Sora looks down at the baby. Exterior Knockar campsite morning. The caravan packs up to move on. Soldiers drag Willow to the wagon and lift him on board, chaining him beside Raziel's cage. Willow excitedly pats his pocket and whispers, "I did it. I got the ashes." And when the soldiers leave, he digs out the pouch and proudly shows it to Rizzio, "Good. The first step is complete."

Chained behind the wagon, Mad Martigan reaches forward and pokes Willow with his finger. Hey, did she ask about me? Who? Come on, Peek. Don't give me a hard time. You were in the tent all night with her. Did she say anything? Willow deliberately plays innocent. She said lots of things. Willow. Willow grins. At last she asked about you mad m again. Well, what did she say? Suddenly, Sori gallops up on horseback holding the baby. She flings a wad of clo clothes at Mad Martigan. Here, you're going to need these where we're going.

She rides off. Mad Martigan looks down at the clothes. The They then looks at Willow. She's in love. You're crazy. I think you're in love. Exterior snow mountain day. The Knockmore Cavern climbs into snowcovered mountains. In the wagon, Raziel is grilling Willow. He He concentrates hard cramming memorizing straining. We don't have much time left. Go on. Go on. I must concentrate my imagination to create a new reality. What's the magician's weapon? The limitless power of Brazil flips around in spasms of impatience. Your will. Your will. What else could it be? I can't remember. I can't remember all these things. What am I learning? The art of transformation.

But what am I going to transform me? Willow and Mad Martigan stare at Razelle. you. What are you going to become, Razelle? You have the rodents. Sorcerer rides up to the wagon. The baby is cold. Take her. She dismounts with care, keeping the baby bundled. She handles the ba hands the baby to Willow. Mad Martigan watches and listens. You remind me of your father, Sora. My father was a weakling. He was a great king. Not like your stepfather, not like your mother. He ruled Tier Aseline with kindness and a generous heart. My mother calls that a weakness.

What do you call it? Sorcera turns and glares at Vadigan. I do, but I don't. Too bad you're not more like your father. She looks at him a moment, then abruptly mounts her horse and rides ahead. Exterior road towards snow camp. Late afternoon, the caravan rides towards a large knock camp. Death dogs howl and fires burn ominously in the distance. Willow and Mad Martigan watch as King Kale rides out to meet the caravan. Kale is huge, powerful, and cruel, part beast, part man. and he carries a terrible sword at his side.

Sorca carefully shows him the baby. He grabs it from her. Be careful. Don't tell me what to do. Cal viciously hits Sorca, knocking her off her horse. Mad Martigan and Willow watch angrily. Kale gallops towards camp with the baby under his arm. Sorca shakes her or shakes away the pain and humiliated mounts her horse. We got to get the baby out of here. Razelle dashes around her cage. Tonight I'll complete the philosopher stone. I must be turned back. Looking off into camp, angry and resolute, Willow takes out the ingredients for the stone. I'll do it, Raziel. Exterior snow camp night.

Now in a kind of portable cell, Mad Martigan clutches the jail bars and looks out at the camp. Fires and torches burn and knockar soldiers patrol. Shivering cold, Willow sits cross-legged in the jail, melting snow into a bowl. On the nearby leanto, where skins and shields are kept, Razielle hangs in her cage. Somewhere, the baby is crying. In the distance, Shorsa goes inside one of the tents. There's a muffled yelling between Sorsa and Kale. Then, Kale storms out of the tent and goes inside the tent next door. Willow pours the ashes into the melted stone. Let it settle carefully, slowly, concentration, and will. Now pour the water off. As Willow works, Mad Martigan w binds together the scrap sticks of wood, making a long pool. He groggly hooks Raziel's cage with this, lifting it from the spike.

This smells hor terrible. That's the life spark. Essence of magic and sorcery. Mad Martigan angles the pole and the cage slides towards him. He grabs it with both hands and rips it apart. Raziel right away scurries down the sails the sail bars, jumps into the jail and bites Willow's hand. Ouch. They look out nervously at patrolling Nakmar soldiers. Willow sucks the back of his hand. What' you bite me for? We need blood to nourish the stone, to charge the stone with energy. Willow drips his blood into the concentration, then stirs it with a twig, begins to glow from within. The components of the stone are fusing. Willow's eyes widen in anticipation. Exterior snow camp night later. Fires have burned down. Most of the camp is sleeping. It is nearing dawn. Mad Martigan stares out his sorceress tent deep in thought. Will holds up the completed philosopher stone. A red ball of pliable putty again. What is the magician's weapon?

His will. Now use it. Willow presses the philosopher stone against the chain lock. He sheepishly looks over his shoulder at Razelle. I just wanted to test it first. No, change me back into a sorceress, Willow. Willow goes to Razelle and concentrates with physical and mental intensity.

It starts to work. Razelle curls into a ball of fur. The burr ch the fur, not the burr, the fur changes into feathers. She begins to squawk strangely. She emerges as a ravensized bird. Oh, what did I do? He sags with exhaustion and massages his blistered hands. Thank the lock falls open. They all look over and Mad Martigan picks it up off the ground. Not bad, Peck. I'm impressed. You busted the look. Willow clutches Mad Martigan's arm. He holds up the stone. Mad Martigan, let's go. Let's go get a Lord Dan. With coldness in his eyes, Mad Martigan stares across the camp at Schor's tent.

Let's get Allora Dana. They sneak away. Wait, what about me? Rael flaps her wings and flies up into the dark sky. Exterior through the camp dawn. Willow and Mad Martigan sneak behind tents, hiding them from patrolling guards. Very quietly, they creep and up to Kale's tent. Mad Martigan knocks out a guard and steals his knife. They crawl dangerously over to Sar's tent. "You're a magician, Willow, but I'm a thief. Wait here. I'll get the baby." Mad Martigans uh slits the back of the tent open and slips inside. Razel flutters down and lands on Willow's shoulder.

I'm supposed to be a beautiful woman. Willow shrugs a apologetically. Section 11. Rescue and escape. Interior Sorca's tent. Dawn. Crouched inside the large tent. Mad Martigan calculates his next move. In the far corner, Sorca lies asleep. He steals a baby from a crib of straw. starts to leave but stops. Willow pokes his head inside. "Come on, Mad M again." Mad Martigan stares over at Sorca. Lured by her beauty, he slowly walks towards her bed. "What are you doing? Get out of there." Mad Martigan looks down at her.

Morning's rush light illuminates her youthful face and her long red hair is spread across her pillow. Out of her armor in soft nightclo she looks like a goddess. Upon her breast is a golden neckllet inlaid with ornate jewels. Quietly I love you. He kisses her lips, her eyes open. One move and you really will be a woman. Holding the baby, Mad Martigan does not move a muscle. Cersea holds a knife at his crotch. You're a fool. Now put her back. I'm not going to let this baby die. Sorcerer presses the knife. Don't make me kill you. Willow watches as Mad Migan carefully backs away from Sora.

I believe you would. Sitting up, Sorca waves her knife. Mad Martigan places the baby in the straw crib. Why do you say that? Say what? I love you. Mad Martigan walks back to Sorc's bed. Willow crawls into the tent behind Mad Martigan's back. because it's true. I don't believe you. Sorca defensively kneels on her bed as Mad Martigan walks towards her. He shows no fear of her knife, compelled instead by honest passion. Oh, for once, he isn't conning anybody. His feelings are genuine. I wish it weren't true. I swore I'd never let this happen. I hate you. I hate your beauty. I hate your innocence.

I hate the feelings you've awakened in me. The knife trembles in Sora's hand. I'm in love with you, Sorca. I don't want to be, but a power has enchanted me, and I stand helpless against it. It's torture. Battlefield or prison cell was never half as cruel. He kneels onto her bed. Her hand falls. Her knife falls to the floor. Her chest heaves with fear and emotion. I want you and I can't have you, so I want you all the more. If this were another time, another play. He stops. He looks into her eyes. Willow dashes out of the tent with the baby.

You'd what? Mad Martigan takes Sorca in his arms and kisses her. Her trembling body surrenders to him until they hear a scream outside the tent. It all happens quickly. Kale rips open the canvas and catches them in their embrace. In one hand, he holds the baby. In the other, Willow, what's going on here? Sora sees the baby, sees the empty crib, and smashes Mad Martigan hard across the face. Deceiver. Kale hurls Willow across the tent, tosses the baby in the straw, growls horribly as he lunges at Mad Martigan. Mad Martigan rolls away and sees Sorc's sword nearby. He grabs it. As Kale draws his sword, Mad Martigan artfully slices away the center pole and the entire tent collapses.

Exterior snow camp morning. Bodies r under the fallen mass of canvas and Brazil hovers and screeches above. Then a silver blade slits through the tent and out jumps Mad Martigan wielding Sorc's sword. Alarm. Noar soldiers and death dogs charge across the snow. Mad Martigan battles them with incredible skill. Backing towards the mountain slope. Willow crawls out from under the corner of the tent, clutching the baby. Mad Martigan kills several soldiers, littering the snow with bodies and weapons. Willow reacts, impressed by Mad Martigan's swordmanship. Mad Morgan makes the mistake of acknowledging it, and he bows, proud and cocky.

Whoops. He slips on the ice and catches himself. Nearby, a shield skids off along the snow. Willow, jump on the shield. Kale howls and thrashes inside the collapsed tent. Then he gashes it open with his huge black sword. He sees Willow and the baby get on the large shield. Bowman horses after them. Mad Martigan runs towards the shield. Archers draw their bows. Mad Martigan turns and sees Sorca beside Ko. Sorca, I didn't betray you. I love you. As arrows rain down around him, Mad Murdigan leaps onto the shield behind Willow. Sora watches them as they slide away down the mountain. Brazil flapping and shrieking overhead.

kill them. He waves his sword and a crack squad of knockar horsemen gallop down the mountain after the sled sled shield exterior down the snowy mountain day. Willow hugs the baby while he sits between Mad Bartigan's legs and the shield zooms down the mountain zigzagging through the trees. Madm Martigan steers by using Sorc's sword as a ski pole. The Nokmar horsemen gallop after them. The shield skips and flies over snow drifts and bumps. Brazil squawks in terror above them. Just missing trees and rocks. They pick up speed. Their eyes suddenly widen. Dead ahead is a huge wall of ice. No.

Willow shuts his eyes. The shield speeds towards the wall. At the last moment, Mad Martigan steers him into a small opening, little more than a crack. Brazil nearly smashes into the wallets herself, soarses up into the sky, and loses them. Interior ice tunnel day. They slide and sway down a long tube of ice, picking up incredibles speed until they loop 360 degrees upside down and around and go shooting out a hole at the other end. Exterior mountainside day. They soar through the air. Mad Migan and Willow shriek in terror, but Allora Danon giggles. She's having fun. But in the air, the shield goes one way and they go another, flipping and hanging on to one another. And landing on soft snow with a flump. Inertia keeps them rolling, clumped together, they tumble down the mountain, gathering snow as they go, bouncing and rolling into a snowball that gets bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.

Section 12. The village exterior village day. The snowball steamrolls towards a small village at the foot of the mountain. Children look up and squeal with delight while the adult villagers run for their lives. It plows through the middle of the village, scattering people and animals left and right. At last, it smashes against a stone house and cracks open like an egg. Razielle flies down and lands on top of the snowball, flapping her wings frantically. Who the hell is that? Mad Martigan crawls out as the villagers rush up. They stand back in amazement. The baby starts crying. Am I still Mad Morgan here? Yep. Willow.

Willow, are you all right? Mad Martin drag drags Willow and the baby out of the snow. Willow's body is limp. He's unconscious. Then a villager points up at the mountain. King Kale. Lock more troops. Oh, help us. In the distance, Kale and his squad of about 15 horsemen charge towards the village. The villagers flee into their huts and houses. Mad Martigan scoops up Willow and the baby. Some villagers usher them around a corner and into a house just as Kale's army invades the town. Interior house seller day. Mad Martigan is bustled underground through a cellar into a hidden storage room and a disguised door shuts behind him. Men, women, and children huddled there in silence like refugees or criminals. Mad Martigan hands the crying baby to a woman, then lays Willow on the floor.

Suddenly, a huge hand clamps on his shoulder. his old friend and rival, Ark. Uh, Thal Bear. Mad Migan, settle down with the family, huh? Mad Migan knocks Eric's hand away. You left me to die, friend. You managed. All right. Is this what's left of your army? Among the refugees is a handful of war battered warriors. One of them, an officer, looks out through the ceiling beams. I'll keep that baby quiet. They hear hoof beatats outside. Eric gives Mad Martigan a flask of whiskey. He squirts whiskey into Willow's mouth and Willow coughs and shuddters awake. Exterior village day. Razil flies onto a rooftop and looks down. Knockmar soldiers flood the village, dismounting, kicking down doors, searching houses.

Then Razil, how do I say your name? Razil. Razel, I think I think that's the name. Yeah. Then Razael says sees Kale riding alongside Sorca in her armor. At a distance, Sorca looks fierce, but closer, her eyes show confusion, hesitation. Kale watches her closely as he waves a sword at the village. Where is it? Tell us or we'll burn your village. Treasure. He shakes her roughly. She dismounts. Razil watches. Razilh watches as Sorca watches as Sorca and two other soldiers enter the house where Mad Martigan and Willow are hiding. Interior house seller day. Willow holds the baby tight. Mad Martigan, Eric, and the officer watch through the cracks. Boots pound above, shaking dust down on them.

A door opens. Nobody breathes. Willow buries the baby in his chest. Mad Martigan peaks through the door. Sorca alone comes down into the cellar. They see her searching Eric's men. Sorry. Searching. Eric's men reach for their swords. Begin to draw. Kill her. Mad Martigan shakes his head. You'll draw the others. Eric looks at Mad Migan curiously. Mad Migan watches Sorca. She's right there, inches away. Inaudibly, he says her name. At last, she goes back upstairs. Interior house upstairs. Day. Sorca comes up and begins to leave with the other two soldiers. Interior cellar.

In Willow's arms, the baby lets out a cry. Interior house upstairs. Sorca and the soldiers stop and draw swords. The baby's cry is suddenly drowned out by a loud screech. Raisiel flaps him through a window and flies madly around the house, cawing and shrieking insanely. Sorca and the soldiers sheet their swords and leave. Interior cellar. Everyone size with relief. Exterior village day. In the distance, the Nmar army is setting houses ablaze, and Kale is terrorizing the fleeing people with his sword. Sorca mounts her horse. Her attention is momentarily caught by a man across the street, who from the back looks like Mad Martigan. She gasps. The man turns around. She sags with disappointment, spurs her horse, and rides off. The deadly squad of Nakmar horsemen gallops out of the village. Interior house upstairs. Day. Okay. Is that me? It's not me. Okay. No. What? Yeah, that's still you till we get to the red

section. No, I I can hear a Facebook going. It's probably me. Let me go. That's me. Willow, come upstairs with Eric and his men. There we go. It's you. They're after Migan. What did you do this time? They're not after me. They want the baby. Living in the house is a scrawny, shifty man named Cuff. He watches and listens. Who is this baby? Willow steps forward, both protective and proud. The Princess Allora Dan. They all know of her. They all sigh with respect and awe as they bow. The prophecy has come true. This has come true.

Give her to us. will protect her. Razielle screeches from a ceiling beam. Not safe. Not safe. Willow looks up at Raziel hopefully. We're taking her to Tier Asen. She'll be safe there from that mortar's powers. Eric looks up at Raziel, then down at Willow. He clasps Mad Martigan's arm. Terasene is a myth. It doesn't exist. It does. It does. I will show you. Eric impatiently waves the bird away and shoves Mad Migan in the chest. You're going to be a hero, Mad Murigan. I've lost half my men fighting Kale and B Morta and the Knockmar army, huh? Now you and this peck and that magpie up and then rafters are going to take them all alone.

Then come with us. Eric angrily stabs his finger at the floor. The war is here and towns and villages like this. Eric crosses his arms and turns his back, looking out at the burning houses and the suffering families. You're chasing a dream. Just get me some horses. Eric glares at him furiously. Then he kicks open the door and storms out into the street. Mad Martigan and Willow hurry after him. Exterior mountainside village outskirts day. Eric and his men pause. Uh, sorry. Eric and his men plus some villagers watch as Mad Migan mounts a large horse. Then some villagers help Willow wiggle up onto a small pony. They sling the baby over Willow's back and stuff saddle bags with provisions. Mad Martigan. Oh, once again, Eric, we say goodbye. Sadly and cynically, Eric laughs.

One day, one of us will stand on the other's grave. They shake hands ruggedly. Mad Martigan nods at Willow and they head off. Eric watches them go, clearly ambivalent about staying behind. They ride up the snowy slope, Raziel circling above. We see Cuff. He scratches his filthy beard. He sneaks off through the village in the direction of the Nmar army. Oh, what a bastard. Yes, he is such a bastard. See, section 13, caves and castles. Okay, I'm going to stop doing that accent. All right. Exterior mountain day. Thanks, Simon. The snow circles around them as they climb. Then, oddly, the mountain becomes warmer and the snow melts away.

They reach a dark uh sorry, they reach a slope of dark vitrius lava. Knock knock. Far away at the top of the mountain looms the ominous castle of Nakmar. The black lava flows from it like a deadly shadow. Exterior cave of the Eorisk. Borsisk. They their horses rear up as they approach the mouth of the cave. Raziel waits for them circling and cawing the cave. They dismount and lead the horses but the horses panic. their frightening voices echoing deep in the gloomy cave and they break away and run off. Willow swallows hard. He and Mad Martigan follow Razel inside interior cave of abortisk day. Daylight is soon replaced by the orange glow molten lava.

Sorry about that. Oh, am I willow now? Yes, now you're willow. Mhm. And am I still Mad Migan as well? Nope. That'd be okay. Mad Martigan. I can't stand being closed space closed in spaces. Want me to carry Laura? I'm used to her. How's she doing? Well, wears the papoose on his back. Mad Martigan looks at it or looks at the baby's face. She's doing a lot better than we are. Peck. Will a mad martigan laugh? which breaks the tension. Then a geyser of stream hisses near them and a bat screeches somewhere and the tension's back. They keep going. Interior deeper in the cave. Hot liquid drips from the ceiling. Hissing steam bubbles. Sorry. Hissing steam bubbles from the floor. They go single file along the a ledge over a foaming lava pit. Razelle is squawking way up ahead in the distance.

Willow, this may be a bad time to ask this question, but what if Roselle is wrong? She can't be wrong. She's a very, very, very powerful sorceress. She's a bird, Willow. That's my fault, not hers. I've got to keep practicing. I'm still in the learning stage, but magic, Mad Mardigan, requires concentration. And watch it. Ah. Oh, that makes more sense. Matt Martigan lunges and grabs Willow just as he is about to fall into a lava pit. He hauls him to safety and they gasp with relief. Then they head deeper into the cave. They stop. They hear something, something strange. Then something moves on the wall.

I hate this. The cave walls come to life. Down them crawl ugly rock puffers. Pillowsized wall crabs that screech horribly like bats. Mad Martigan bites them off with his sword. The rock puffers bloat themselves up, tripling their size. Mad Martigan stabs one. Why? Mad Martigan stabs one and it hisses away like an untied balloon. Yeah. Suddenly, distant hoof beatats, thunder and echo. Manigan flashes his sword and turns around, ready to defend Willow and the baby against the army. Go Willow, run. Willow listens as the hoof hoof beats get louder and louder. At last, he turns and runs deeper into the cave. Men Martigan waits. The knockar soldier is now increased to slightly sorry, now increased to 80.

Come charging down the cave. Kale rides in the lead alongside the turncoat Cuth. As they gallop along the ledge, Cuth makes the mistake of crowding Kale, who angrily elbows him. Horse and all into the boiling pit. The army tramples over the rock puffers, which explode underfoot. Nadigan braces himself as they stampede toward him, but suddenly the horsemen all screech their horses to a halt. The horses rear and back away. Medartigan stands there wondering. Then suddenly a shadow looms behind him. He turns. The abort the abortisk roars and the cave shakes and thunders. It's an enormous two-headed monster that doesn't like visitors. Woo!

Woo! He turns around frantically. Will Odin is nowhere to be seen. The baby cries out. Mad Martigan sees them towering behind a rock. He runs towards them. The abort the abortisk. Exhales flames over his head. Go after them. Soldiers obey Kale and go after Mad Martigan. He fights them, hacking down a few while a few others are incinerated by the abortisk. Sorcer's horse rears as she watches Mad Migan battle for his life. Oh interesting. Um, archers shoot arrows which pierce the oorcisk and make it in even angrier. Willow dips one of his magic acorns out of his pocket. Ahead of the abortisk nashs at Mad Martigan. Mad Martigan looks to Willow for help. Hurry, Willow.

Throw it. Willow winds up and throws with all his might. The abortisk blasts the flame which startles Willow, wreck uh wrecking his aim. Mad Morgan eyes pop open and he dusk he d he ducks as the acorn whistles by his ear. The acorn bounces off a rock and flies back, trickles along the ground and hits an NMA soldier who is already dead. The soldier's body turns to stone. Look out. One of I abortisk's heads lunges towards the baby. Roselle dives like a rocket and attacks the monster's eyes. Willow whisks the baby away. Then Mad Martigan leaps up on the abortorsisk. He climbs up over its flaming head and drives his sword down through its skull. The aborts howls horribly and its wounded head falls. Mad Martigan topples down its back and leaps onto a horse, knocking its rider off. And all in one swashbuckling move scoops Willow and the baby up and uh up onto the back of the horse and gallops

away after them. But as the horses charge forward, the abortisk falls into its knees half dead. The surviving head blasts the sold soldiers with fire. They rear back on their horses and continue to battle the monster with arrows and spe and spears. Exterior cave tear as day. They ride out of the mouth of the dark cave onto a lush valley of flowers. In the distance strands Oh, in the distance stands the beautiful castle of Tier Azelene. Raziel zooms uh Razel uh zooms out of the beautiful cave and flies above them as they gallop full speed toward it. She soarses higher and higher and flies right over the castle wall. Exterior tier alley castle day. The door of the castle is half open. Mad Martigan and Willow gallop inside. Interior tier alley day. Razel flies down to meet them as they ride into the castle courtyard. A haunting wind drones among 12 pillars which look like stone from the distance.

There's nobody here. They approached the 12 pillars. The Knights of the Apocalyp, the king's bravest warriors. They approached the 12 pillars. The knights of the packade, the king's bravest warriors. Suddenly they hear hoof beatats and our weird and a war cry. Exterior to your day. Kale and his army charges out of the cave and trample

trample across the valley of flowers. You're right there. Looks like she's got a disruption of some kind. Okay, I'll take it up till she's ready. Interior tier as mad. Martigan rushes to the heavy door and strains to shut it. Turn them back, Willow. Willow stares the 12 knights. You're muted, Aubrey. How? Use the philosopher stone. Hurry. Invocation. Release them. The castle door is rusted and old. Mad Martigan heaves against it outside. He can hear the army storming toward him. Got it. Sorry, guys. I got a call right as as uh so I had to let them know. So, where am I? We're right here. Willow digs out his uh Willow digs out his philosopher stone. He squints and strains concentrating his energy.

Beings within beings without Danu. Danu wala. He continues to chant and concentrate. One of the knights come to life. I did it. Mad Migan, come here. Look, you you've got to see this. I did it. Madmarkin heaves the door shut just as the army charges up and he looks uh he locks it with a huge bolt. Section 14 armor and allegiances aline to Nokmar in exterior Terasling day. The Nmar horsemen rear back from the locked door. Assault scare the walls. He sends He sends his men in all directions. They leap off their horses and hack down trees from the nearby woods. Interior Terasene Willow brings the knights to life one by one. To Arthur to Arthur Danu.

Each knight shakes himself into action. Mad Martigan follows them in an armory. Raziel, I transformed them all. I'm a magician. You didn't transform them, Willow. You released them. That was nothing. Now change me. Willow's on a roll. Vicki, you've got actions in descriptions. Oh, that's me. Willow's on a roll. He rubs his hands together. I feel like I could do anything. He drops his knees and stretches his philosopher stone apart like an accordion. Exterior Alen Armory. Mad Martigan and the knights grab weapons and armor. Two knights wheel a catapult out of the battlements. Mad martin sees displayed specially on a rack. A complete set of armor of shining silver.

He reaches out to touch it. Oh, that's me. It belonged to our king. Interior Turzene courtyard. The knights light a fire and boil vats of oil. Willow struggles to transform Brazil, trying to remember all he has learned. Capture the energy limitless power of will of dark doth indict red bur hiken. Razio begins to change from a bird. She expands, stretches, and turns into a goat. Razelle, is that you? Uhoh. What happened? Razelle tilts her goat head. I hate this. Suddenly, flaming arrows rain down over the castle wall. Willow scoops up the baby, and he and Razo run for cover.

Exterior. Turasling. From their horses, Kyo and Sorsa watch as the soldiers climb the wall. They suddenly hear a hacking noise above and several Nmar men tumble down the ladders. Sora looks up. High on the wall stands Mad Martigan, magnificently dressed in the glimmering armor of the king. Pale roars and points his deadly sword at M. Then several soldiers soldiers attack the castle door with a huge battering ram and smash it open. Aubrey, would you like to attack? Attack! Kyle and Sora gallop into the castle with other Knockmar horsemen while Mad Martigan continues to battle attackers on the castle wall. Interior Tur Asen Willow looks up at the horsemen charge into the courtyard. He makes a run for the hallway. Six horsemen chase after him, jumping off their horses and drawing their swords. Cersa dismounts, draws a sword, and strides up strides up the stairs towards the top of the wall.

Interior armory. Willow runs into the armory and sets the baby down in a corner. The six horsemen run in and corner him. He grabs an enormous broadsword, swings it like a baseball bat. The momentum of the heavy sword hurls Willow across a room. The blade pierces a Nokmar man. Willow grunts and yanks his sword out. The remaining soldiers come after him. Willow swings and flashes the sword as they close in on him. Exterior. Turling. In the courtyard, Res Raza the goat butts a few soldiers as the battle rages. Up on the wall, Mad Martigan stabs a minion and sends him hurtling down the wall. Then he turns around. Five more enemy swordsmen slash at him. Madden Bartigan is amazing. Spinning, lunging, ducking.

He takes out one, two, three, four of them with ease. But not the fifth. It's the Nokmar lieutenant. He and Mad Martigan sword fight. The lieutenant hacks a sword out of Mad Migan's hand. Clatters down into the courtyard. Mad Martigan throws up his arm. The lieutenant's sword clangs against his wrist armor, knocking Mad Migan onto his back. With two hands, the lieutenant lifts his sword high and goes to kill Mad Migan. Mad Migan shuts his eyes, but nothing happens. Mad Martigan opens his eyes. The lieutenant stands there, frozen, staring at him, then falls forward, rolls over Mad Morgan, and plummets off the wall. In his place stands Sorsa holding a bloodied sword.

Sorcera. Mad Martigan. He props himself up on his elbows and smiles. Whose side are you on? She reaches down and pulls Mad Martigan to his feet. Yours? They look into each other's eyes. They go to embrace. Out of nowhere, a Nomar minion attacks him. His sword flashing over his head. Sorcerer hardly moves. She simply dusts him off the wall with her sword. She turns back to Mad Migan. I love you. Their armor clanks as they draw their arms around each other and kiss high up on the castle wall. Interior to Asen courtyard. Kyle looks up from his horse.

Sora. He sees Sorsa and Mad Martigan coming down the wall fighting Nmar troops. Kyle holds up his great hand. In it, he holds the baby. Borak. Kyle waves his men after Sorca and Mad Mardigan. Kill them. Kill them both. He laughs viciously and then gallops towards the castle door. As he reaches it, he abruptly stops. Exterior Turlin, 200 horsemen are charging straight towards Kyo, led by Eric Thalbear. Closer. Riding in ar saddle bags with their tiny daggers flashing are the long lost brownies. Teimu and rule interior tier as Kyle stuffs the baby deep inside his tunic.

We are back troops to knock more ride with me. Exterior Turisine. Kyle and his men gallop across the valley of flowers and hack their way through Eric's army. Exterior Turisine. Kale and his men gallop across the valley of flowers out of the armory wounded and bleeding. I'm sorry. There were too many of them. Mad Martyan scoops him up. With seven surviving knights, they ride out. Exterior Turzene. Many of Kale's men fall in battle, but Kale and a dozen horsemen plow through the and escape into the cave. Mad Martigan rides up to air thou bear and their horses powerfully dance around each other. Out for a little ride in the country. Eric thought she might get lonely. Mad Martigan. Then they drop the bravado and clasp pans.

Thank you, friend. Let's go. They charge into the cave. The clamor of their hoof beatats echoes and then fades to silence. The valley is littered with fallen soldiers. Then Razio trots out of the castle. She clipclops across the valley and follows the others to the cave. Exterior volcanic mountainside gate. The Nomar horsemen race out of the cave and gallop up the obsidian mountain towards the dark castle. The army of Turleene thunders out of the cave in pursuit. Arrows fire back and forth. The Turlean army stays right on the enemy's tail. Willow hands hangs on to Mad Martigan for dear life. Eric and Mad Martigan ride side by side. perfect teamwork and cut a few knockar men down.

Then Mad Martigan turns and sees Sorca ride up past everybody. What a rider she is. She surprises a couple of Nokar soldiers sword fighting as she rides, killing them both. But she can't catch Kyle. He rides ahead of everyone else, whipping his horse at an incredible speed towards the castle. The chase continues up the mountain. The Turas Lean army keeps firing arrows at the enemy or cutting them down with their swords until only two Norn men ride behind Kyo. At last, Kel reaches the castle drawbridge and leaps onto it as it begins to rise. His two remaining horsemen leap after him, but fall short and tumble into the dry, creaking moat.

The drawbridge shuts with a loud echoing. Mad Martigan and Eric screech to a halt on the brink of the moat. They look up the castle loom. Huge, dark, powerful evil. Sorca, any way in there. Sora rides up to his side. No. The fortress is protected on all sides. The turle warriors dwarfed by the huge black wall look at one another with doubt and worry. Make camp will assault at dawn. The army dismounts and begins to unpack supplies. It is late in the day and shadows lengthen towards evening. Section 15. Siege of Nakmar Castle.

Interior Nakmar Castle. Late afternoon. Kyle carries the baby through the castle and climbs up the gloomy narrowing stairs of the queen's tower. He comes to a large door and hesitates a moment, showing fear, then caks the door open. Interior queen's tower. Beth Morta looks up. Kyle cowers, afraid of her evil power. Kyle. Carved into the floor is a magician's circle. And in the very middle of this sacrificial altar made of shining copper, Baborta stands over the altar wearing black robes. Behind her stand two decrepit druids. Kyle boughs.

Queen Baborta. I have the child. The baby squirms and cries. Seizing with hate. Beth Morta reaches out her arms then shrinks back. We must start the ritual. She hears noises outside the castle. Who is that? An army of rebels and traitors. Bev Morta closes her eyes, holds out her hands, and feels the vibrations and energy around her psychically. Where is Sasha? She has turned against you. Beth Morta opens her eyes furiously to her druids. Purify the altar. Arrange the implements. I'll deal with social. The druids take the baby from Kyle. Bmorta storms out the door. Exterior. Knockmar castle. Dusk. The tear. As a rebels pitch tents and build fires. Then they feel a terrible presence and look up at the castle wall. admits torches and hideous minions. Be that mortar leers down at them and

laughs. This is not an army. Porsche. Sorcera looks up and her mother seems to laugh right at her. Medigan steps forward seeing him in the armor of the king. Beth Mortis stopped laughing. Taking it back. Willow, get out of here. Quick, hide. Raziel suddenly butts Willow into a tent. Interior tent. Willow tumbles into the tent. Get down. The ritual chan quick. Protect yourself. Why? Just do it. Willow takes out his philosopher stone and begins to chant. Exterior Knockmar castle. Med Martigan faces the queen. We've come for Lord Dunan. Turn her over to us. That mortise stabs her finger down at him. You dare to challenge me. You are not warriors. You're pigs. She waves her hand, casting a horrible spell over the army. Medartigan's body begins to change its shape. His armor breaks apart. He grows hideous.

Yeah, pigs. The rebel soldiers panic and run. Slowly, horribly, they all expand and contort, ripping out their armor and clothes, casting down their weapons and shields. Mother, no. You made your decision. Be morta points at Sorsa, and Sorcera too begins to change. The mountainside becomes a sea of writhing flesh. Every one of the Tazzlene army is transformed into a pig. Interior Queen's tower dusk. Bath mortar throws open the door. Her druids are binding the baby in a leather thong. Be generous. Now light the first candle. A druid lights one of the 13 enormous candles.

Baborte glares up at the roof. In the middle of it is a large circular hole showing the starllet sky. Come thunder, come lightening. Touch this altar with your power. Come into my tower. Lightning flashes faintly and thunder rumbles in the distance. Bathmortar smiles with satisfaction. A druid places the baby on the altar. The other druid hits a loud gong once. Morta enters the magician's circle. Her face contorts as she recites. Dark runes, dark powers, blend and bind. Blend and bind. Universal night and the might of not more. Magically, she produces a razor sharp knife. Lightning flashes again, getting closer. Interior tent night.

Willow is crouched on his knees, chanting with his eyes closed, "It's over, Willow. You did well. You protected yourself." Willow looks up. He hears the grunting outside. With great trepidation, he crawls to the tent floor. Exterior Knockmar Castle. Outside the tent night, Willow shuddters in horror at the grotesque sight. Admit horses and tents and weapons. Hundreds of pigs wander about. Willow stands and walks through them. He looks down at one point and sees Rule and Teemoho, two tiny baby pigs. Then he turns and runs back into the tent. Into your tent night. Will collapses to his knees besides Raziel.

I've come all this way and now Donna is going to die. No, I can't. I can still defeat Morda. She's too powerful. Raiselle. Raiselle sternly stamped the ground with her hoof. A true magician. Willow never surreners. Oh, she is a sorceress. I am a sorceress. Transform me now and I will destroy her. Hexog. Willow grabs a sword and draws a hexog around Raziel. He steps outside of it, holds up his philosopher stone, and begins his magic. Banish all disturbing forces from this place. Fire, water, above and below. Balance, balance balance.

Resiel begins to change. Willow wrestles with his own powers of concentration and will, now and then, losing strength. Don't give up. He chants and strains. Raziel momentarily changes into a partly formed grotesque creature, then into a deer, and then she begins human. At last, she becomes herself, a once beautiful and now elderly woman. Willow covers her unclosed body with a simple smock. Raziel. She looks down at her old hands, then her eyes focus with purpose. "We've got a lot of work to do, Willow. Bring in our brave men." Willow opens a tent. Some pigs shuffle in, and Raziel begins to change them back into warriors. Exterior: Knockmar Castle Night. Stationed high on the wall, three Nakmar minions laugh and drink. Then they hear the terrible scream of the baby. They look up at the queen's tower.

Interior queen's tower. A druid hits the ceremonial gong twice. Gong gong. The baby shrieks. Standing over her, that mortar crushes a piece of glass with her bare hands and drops the fragments into a witch's bottle. Black fire forever kindles within. Let the second right begin. With a pair of razor sharp shears, she clips the baby's tiny fingernails and sprinkles them into the witch's bottle. The bottle glows and sparks, and the heavens answer with distant thunder. Exterior Knockmar castle night. In the dark tear as lean camp, some figures crouch low and hurry from tent to tent.

Closer the faces of rebel warriors watching the castle wall. Fear into your tent night. Willow, Resiel, Mad Mardigan, Sorca, Eric Thalbar, and dozen rebel warriors argued back and forth. Uphill with her rough weapons will never make it. Lora Dannon will die. By dawn, upon 13 talls of the runic drum. Uh, Simon, I think that's you. That mud is too powerful. We need more forces. I say we retreat. The other warriors agree. Bath Mora cannot transform you. I've protected this camp with the spell. Can you use your magic to get our menus the fortress? Raziel. Raziel shakes her head.

Baba has shield it with a spell of her own. The warriors grumble in protest. In a corner, Rule and Teemo poke their heads in under the canvas. Curiously, they look at Willow, who sits in silence and deep thought, scratching the ground with his fingernail. The warriors rumble. Wait. Willow jumps to his feet. They all turn to him. I have an idea. Back in my village, we catched a lot of hedgehogs. Willow, this is war, not agriculture. I know. I know, but this is a way to get into that castle. They all gather around Willow to listen. Interior Queen's tower knight. Thunder rumbles. Beth Morta looks up, her face gradually becoming more grotesque as the ritual proceeds. A druid hits the gong three times. Now three candles are lit. The baby screams on the altar.

with a with a demonic laugh. Be that mortar digs her hands into a deep vat of blood, then races them over her head. The blood runs down her arms into the folds of her black cloak. Interior tent night. They all look at Willow. It's too much work. It can't be done. Kyle will never fall for it. Willow looks hopefully at Mad Martig again. I don't know, Willow. Mad Mardigan, you promised me you'd take care of Aora Denan like your own daughter. She is all that matters. Are you going to abandon her? Then Migan turns away and scratches his beard. Ah, come on, Mad Migan.

You're going to listen to a peck. You and I are warriors. You know this plan will never work. Frustrated and torn, Mad Martigan brushes Eric away. The men rally with Eric. Mad Martigan grows over to Sorca. We'll probably die here, Sorca. I have no family. The gong rings four times. Raziel turns Eric and his men. If we do not fight and the baby dies, all hope for the future is lost. I shall face the danger alone if I have to. The men shake their heads. Me too. Man Martigan, still torn by indecision, raises his arm and silences the president.

Time is running out. We must now decide who's going to leave and who's going to stay. Section 16. Confrontations. Exterior. Nakmar Castle. Night. Light pulsates in the queen's tower. Interior. Queen's tower. Night. The druids cower behind Baborta, whose face has taken on the hideous features of a hellish beast. The baby has been stre with ritual paint. Success Buck. Her voice growls, a sickening chant, and the light shoots out of her claw-like fingers, enveloping the baby. The baby levitates above the altar in a cocoon of light. Exterior Knockmar Castle Dawn.

The sun rises over the volcanic mountain. The gong strikes 12 times. Pan across the slope outside the castle. The Tazzlean army is gone. Littered across the ground are flattened tents, broken wagons, and discarded shields. The wind howls, taking bits of debris with it. Alone on the deserted mountain side stand Willow and Raziel. Time is running out. Surrender. Noar soldiers peer down and laugh. Willow and Raiel trek closer to the castle wall. Willow cups his mouth. We are all powerful magicians. Give us the baby or we will destroy you. No more soldiers roar with laughter.

Kill them. The great drawbridge falls across the moat. Willow clutches a spear and trembles nervously. Patience, Willow. Courage, Willow. Hoof beatats. Eight horsemen ride out of the castle with swords high. Willow lifts his spear with two hands, turns and smashes the spear on the ground, striking a loud war drum. Suddenly, Mad Martigan leaps out of the ground on horseback, and the entire mountainside comes to life. Tents and shields fly away, and out of pits and trenches, the Tira's lean army charges with one loud war cry.

The eight Nokmar horsemen are quickly cut down. The rebels storm across the drawbridge into the castle. Eric Thobber scoops Willow up on his horse and Sorca scoops Raiel up on hers. Interior. Nokmar courtyard continuous. Mad Martigan leads the assault, cutting down Nmar minions as they run out to defend the fortress. Sorca slides off her horse with Raziel. Eric sets Willow down. Sorca leads Willow and Rael into a dark hallway. Rebel warriors storm into the courtyard. Mad Martigan circles behind Eric, their horses dancing handsomely.

In unison, their swords flash as they charge across the courtyard, chopping down the enemy. Is that supposed to be interior? Uh, yeah, probably. I guess. Interior castle hallway. Day. Sorca hurries Willow and Razielle down the dark hallway. They come to a corner. No, Willow. She grabs him by the collar and yanks him back. A huge death dog leaps out with a nashing roar and Sorca kills it with her sword. Willow sags with relief and the women grab his hands and haul him further down the tunnel. Interior tower stairway day. They come to the gloomy stairs that corkcrew up into the queen's tower. Willow climbs nervously behind Raziel and Sorca. At the top of the door, at the top in the door, light throbs behind it. Suddenly, they hear a loud shriek and the door shakes and bangs. Willow falls to his knees, frozen with fear. I will face my mother alone.

Willow and Raziel stay back on the stairs. Sorca climbs to the door. Courageously she opens it. Interior queen's tower day. Bav Morta's monstrous face fills the screen. Sorca. Sorca recoils in horror. Bath Morta looks barely human. She has transformed into a grotesque witch. She waves her gnarled hand and her druids attack Sorsa. Sorsa kills them. The baby lies under a death-like spell on the copper altar. I won't let you kill her. That mortar's voice is a demonic growl. You are weakling like your father. Can you not see that I am about to become all powerful?

Lightning explodes overhead. Sorca lunges for the baby, but Babortis stops her with a powerful energy force. No. Pulsating lights uh light lifts Sorca, levitates, sorry. Levitates her across the room and drives her towards a wall of spikes. Just as she is about to be impaled, another force stops her. Beth Morta can sense the source of it. The door flies open. The 12 burning candles all blow out. There stands Raziel. Sorca falls to the floor unconscious. Razielle raises her arms magnificently. The sorceresses face each other. Interior castle courtyard day.

Battle rages. Mad Martigan and Eric lead the assault and the teasan rebels push back on push back the knockar minions. Down low where weapons and bodies fall and horses clop and stamp. The brownies scurry along in terror. Arms cross over their heads looking for shelter. Like mice. Like mice, they dart up some stairs. Then a huge boot nearly crushes them. Eh, that's rude. Yeah, trying to fight it here. They dive away and look up, towering high above them. Kale lets out a loud war cry and brandishes two weapons, a huge sword and a huge axe. Mad Martigan and Eric turn to see Kale. They look at each other like samurai warriors. They stand ready.

Kale readies his weapons and charges towards them. Interior tower stairway day. Willow creeps towards the door. It suddenly throbs and flashes. He jumps back. Interior queen's tower day. Bav Morta and Razel oppose each other, circling the altar. The air between them crackles and sparks with the concentration of energy between them. The baby will be queen. It has been fortold by Lord. My ritual will kill the proxy. Now the child dies with it. Its energy will be exiled in oblivion. You see, I hold the power of the universe.

Not until your ritual is complete. And who will stop me? The elements are slaves to my command. She points at the sky as if obeying her lightning flashes and thunder cracks. There is no one who can match your sorcery except me. Raiel waves her arms and light suddenly swirls around the room. Bad morta counters and chairs come to life, turning into beasts. Objects fly about. The tower becomes a storm of chaos and witchcraft. Interior castle courtyard day. Kale swings his ax and sword at Eric and Mad Martigan. He roars at his army and six knockar swordsmen hurry over to fight with him. Mad Martigan and Eric split up. Mad Martigan battles the six swordsmen. Eric battles Kale who backs up backs Eric upstairs on the castle wall. Mad Martigan fights in the courtyard. He hears a yell and looks up.

Kale strikes Eric down. Eric. Eric falls down the stairs. Mad Martigan finishes off the swordsman, then runs to him, grabs his bleeding body. Eric, Mad Migan, you're a brave warrior, a true friend, a good man. We're going to win this war. Eric, that incredible smile lights up Eric's face as he dies. Mad Martigan stands, picks up his sword, and goes up the stairs after Kale. 17 Willow the Magician. Interior Queen's Tower Day. The sorceresses continue their battle. They change each other into various beasts. They fight physically and magically. In the midst of chaos, the door opens. Willow pokes in his head, reacting in fear, then sneaks around the wall of the room and makes a dash for the baby. As above, so below. Universe of evil, Razael, it conquers even you. That mortar hurls a final spell at Razielle, crippling her, throwing her into the corner. That mortar laughs and goes to the altar. The baby is gone.

Willow races toward the door with the baby and the door suddenly slams shut. That mortar's voice roars out. Stop. Beg back the child. Willow stops. He turns around. That mortar towers over him, grotesque, monstrous, poised to destroy Willow with her magic. Who are you? I am Willow Uffood. I'm a magician. Badmortar laughs. Willow slowly walks toward her. He digs into his pocket, takes out the last magic acorn. I am a great magician. Willow throws the acorn at Bath Morta. Her hand shoots out and catches it. The acorn begins to turn her to stone, petrifying her hand, her wrist, her arm. Willow backs away, feeling successful. But with intense concentration of her evil will, Bathmortar fights off the acorn spell.

It reverses. Her arm, wrist, and hand turn back to flesh. She crushes the acorn in her fingers and lets the dust fall to the floor. Is that the extent of your power? Willow stands there helplessly. Thunder cracks and lightning flashes through the open ceiling above the altar. Interior castle courtyard day. The tier Alzen rebels outnumbering and overpowering the Nmar army fight toward ultimate victory. Madmarigan battles Kale on the wall outside the queen's tower. Up and up they go. A spectacular sword fight until finally Mad Mardigan stabs Kyle through the heart. Kyle screeches and falls through the air into the moat for Eric.

Mad Mardigan hurries for the top of the tower. Interior Queen's tower day. Beth Mort looks up at the sky then down at Willow. Place it on the altar. No, you can't have her. By ritual, by sorcery, I will draw the lightning and send this child into the destructive realm. Willow straightens up boldly courageously. And with my magic, I'll send her into the into the He gropes for a word. That mortal laughs at him. You You're no magician. Into the good. Dura instantly stops laughing. Her eyes flash. Even I don't have the power to do that.

You're a fraught. Willow suddenly starts chanting loudly and desperately. Razielle opens her eyes and watches. The chanting confuses Beth. Then cleverly, Willow whips the baby under his legs behind his back and suddenly she's gone. Impossible. Impossible. Bardock. Bardock. That mortar flies into a rage. She lunges across the copper altar. Thunder and lightning. A bright fork of lightning conjured by her own evil shoots in through the ceiling and strikes her. She howls in pain. Her body contorts and bursts into flame and burns into a thriving pillar of ash. Mad Mardigan breaks open the door and storms in. He scoops up Sorca, reviving her with a kiss. And as if Bev Morta's death has ended evil and oppression, Raziel stands up with renewed strength.

"Willow! Willow! How? How did you do that?" Willow bends down under a nearby chair and picks up the sleeping baby. "It was just the old disappearing pig trick." Allora Danon's eyes open and sunlight floods into the tower. Exterior tier as day. Flags fly high above the wondrous castle. The valley is lush with flowers, and the kingdom is once again alive with happy activity. At the door of the castle, Willow stands beside the cute little white pony. The court of Tierine is gathered to see him off. Madmart again in robes and armor worthy of a king, stands proudly besides his queen, Sorca, who holds a baby princess, Allora Danon. A trumpet blar.

Raziel comes forward from inside the castle dressed in druid robes carrying a sacred book. Willow Ugood, take this book of sorcery. You are on your way to becoming a great magician. Willow accepts the book. Everyone applauds. Willow smiles gratefully and humbly. He glances down and notices Rule and Teemo who've been civilized to a degree with page boy uniforms, fuzzy haircuts, and nifty little swords. You look so good. Mad Martigan and Sora come forward with a lure Danon. Your dream has come true, Mad Mardigan. Mad Mardigan smiles with thanks.

Goodbye, Pack. Willow has one last look at the baby. She smiles and giggles at him. He happily gives her a kiss. Farewell, Allora Denan. Suddenly, Willow flies up into the air. Mad Martigan lifts him onto the pony's back. Willow and Mad Martigan shake hands warmly, and Willow rides across the valley of flowers, everyone waving goodbye to him. Exterior Nellwin village day. Musicians strike up a welcoming march. Willow rides through his village on his little pony, proudly carrying the sacred book. The Nelwin people swarm around him, wild with excitement and celebration. Migosh runs up, deliriously happy. The highwin comes forward, beaming with pride, and honors Willow with a nod of approval.

Willow presents him with the book. Old Burgle cut peers out. His mouth drop opens. His mouth drops open and he shrinks away from the crowd. Willow. Willow stands up in his stirrups. He sees Kaa fighting her way through the crowd to reach him. Ka. He jumps off his pony and runs to her. They collide, kiss, and embrace. Then Ran and Mins jump on their father and hug him. Family and friends smother their homecoming hero with love. The end. Well, that was fun. Yay! We did it. Everybody died wonderfully. So good. Excellent. Hey, what about us?

We have nothing. We got no lines. I know you guys had to disgrace. It was incredibly rude that they skipped better. Incapable. The skip know nothing of pure perfection. It is what happens when you let George Lucas write things unsupervised. Why is he practicing never kid? Seriously. You guys are great. The end. I wonder how many of the brownies lines were unscripted and how many of them actually did write back in because we know we had they had lines in the second half. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. That was just they're like just just go along with whatever you're doing. Just just it's fine. You'll know what to do. Just sound obviously French will make your voices pitch high. Exactly. Okay, we got it.

Don't worry, we have it. Of course. It's funny. They sound more They sound more like French Canadians than they do like Parisian French. Yeah, the actual French accent is so much so different, but that's where you get like the dirty French princas from that. You have the simple French accent which is like a fine w and then you have the duct French Canadian. You uh you vote for me, I give you free beer, eh? You That's how you do it. Yeah. Only if you give me poutine, too. But none of that bacon. Don't do it. None of the Jimmy cheat.

Give me all of the other stuff. Fine. Well, the funny thing is when you take French in school in Canada, we are taught Parisian French. That's really funny. Yeah. Hilarious. Then you go back and they go, "What are you saying? I do not understand you. You sound like the shit." Like I do not know what you are saying. Please, you must be much more good with your uh your uh the way you pronounce things, everything. You must be good at it. Yeah, I worked in Quebec for a year. That was fun. Doing what? Uh, basic training among other things. Oh, man. Yes. Cool.

Awesome. Yeah. Had to basically learn French by immersion. I mean, we had an English platoon, but we had a lot of staff that were primarily French, so we'd have to uh help them with their English sometimes. Ah, I see. Yeah. Yeah. There's uh one really particularly funny French dialect joke, but I won't say it here because it's got some bad words. Oh, it's not good. Oh, no. It's really funny. It's just I don't want you to get in trouble with whoever like when you post it on YouTube. I think it's streaming live right now, I think. Yeah, it's streaming live. Oh, this is going straight to YouTube. I can see it if you guys want, but just a heads up, there's No, probably not. Oh, let's keep it family friendlyish. There we go. Yeah, I'll just send it to you guys in the Facebook chat afterwards, maybe. Sure. If I remember. Totally. The funny the funny thing is I have sworn more now on YouTube because of scripts

that I've read and uh I I'm you know, you have the choice. You can change the word to frigin or whatever you want. We don't say people have to swear here. But as soon as I started this on this group, I went I am not changing the script and I've been very vulgar. Yes. Actually, I I I I prefer to do the things as they are written, but it's only just because character-wise or whatever. That's fine. Yeah, this was fun. What's next? I'm not sure what's next. Um, we'll probably do a television script next and probably not the Star Trek one because we want to have some time to to um take a look at the scripts and make sure we have enough lead time to get folks to join in. So, I'll take a look and I'll put a poll up um and a quick poll and we can figure out what's next. Um, but there's several different choices. I'm interested to see what's on the table. Yep. Well, no idea at the top of my head. I'll have to take

a look see what I've got in the database available to script. So, there's quite a few different genres in there, too. So, yeah. Well, I am super happy that we did this script. I I adore this this movie. It's such a great movie. So much fun. Yeah. This was a this was a good distraction for me, too. As I said, this is day seven sober. So, hey, you've got this. Seriously, you got this. So, so this is helpful. This gave me something else to look forward to aside from vices. No, distractions are great when it comes to changing our lifestyles here. Yes.

From I appreciate you guys. I really do. Well, I I should probably get going because I have to go back to what I was doing before. Okay. So, doing this. So, taxes done. Yeah, I gotta get those taxes done. Thank you so much. Of course. Have a good night, guys. Bye. Bye. I gotta go, too. My bum is numb, so Thank you so much for finishing this movie and we hope to see you in the future for sure. Yes. And yes, you are a wonderful addition to our group. Yes. So, we'll have a week off and then because I need time to prep the next script and then we'll have a television script and then a week off and then a movie script which will take two weeks probably and then a week off. So, it's movie for two weeks, pause, television one week, pause, so on and so forth.

This is a general pattern. Now, come summertime, things might change a bit because my schedule changes a bit in summer. So, I have some weeks where Tuesdays aren't free. So, but from through June, that should through through the end of Juneish. That should be the general pattern. Okay. Which which one of you is in Alberta again? Me. Did you say our tax deadline is today, too? What was that? Is our tax today? No, I didn't. You have till the end of the month. No, we're just Americans, so we have to do that. So, you made me nervous for a second. Sorry.

It's It's cuz you know, California. Right then. Off I Right then. All right. Goodbye. And goodbye everyone who's watching YouTube. The castle. Hope you had fun. Yes. Good night. I love you all. Yes. All the loves. Bye. It doesn't Okay, there we go. Now it's a heart. There you go. Now it's a heart. All right. Off. All right. Bye you night. Good night. So yeah, did you want to get together and look at the list that we have or do you just like you said you're going to look at your database? So yeah, let me pause recording here and then we'll take a look at Right. I forgot about that.

It has stopped. Yep. Let's see. The live stream's still going though, so let me finish that up.

Questions about this episode

Who speaks in "Willow - Table Read - p2"?

Vicki Dykes (Guest), Aubrey McCoy (Guest), Simon Squire (Guest), Cat Wilson (Host), Eric Thalbar, Mad Mardigan, Bath Morta.

What is "Willow - Table Read - p2" about?

The content features a lively discussion during a table read of the second half of "Willow," where participants introduce themselves and their roles while recapping the story's progression, including key events like the capture of Willow, Mad Martigan, and their allies by Sorca and her minions. The conversation also touches on personal interests and social media handles of the participants,…

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The episode runs 1 h 40 min; the transcript is about 12,765 words in 109 timestamped sections.

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