LEGEND - What's wrong with this picture?

By Geoff Wright


"As far as I'm concerned, we had an amazing piece of work, and then we were told to make LEGEND much shorter. It lost something and the audience will never know what that was." -Terry Rawlings

"I think the real victim is the picture. The entire concept of the film has been totally changed." -Jerry Goldsmith

The editing of the film in both the American and the European versions is particularly bad. The massive cutting left the film with many discontinuities in both image and music as well as in dialogue which no longer flows as it once did judging by the script. In this section I analyze the film scene by scene focusing on the European version with respect to the editing decisions and where I feel they harmed the film. Whenever my comments concern the American version, I say so in the comment. Keep in mind that it is likely that no one could have cut almost an hour from this film and made it look smooth. So my criticism is more with those at the studio who forced the cuts than it is with Rawlings. But Rawlings too is deserving of some criticism. He seems to have a habit of second guessing the composer when he edits the music, moving cues around even when they contain motifs inappropriate to the new scene. Goldsmith strongly resents the changes he made to both ALIEN and LEGEND in this regard (see CinemaScore, Summer 1987).

The characters of the film were seriously flattened by the cuts and this, as much as anything else, is responsible for the failure of many in the audience to become engaged in the film. In a large section below taken from the March 10 script the reader can see that Gump's character was changed significantly and becomes completely one-dimensional in the American version. Lili's character in the script had more of a regal arrogance to it. Her "I'm a princess--you can't tell me what to do" attitude toward Jack's warnings about touching the unicorns that initiates the disaster in the film is not nearly as evident as in the script. With this (and other) dialogue, the audience would more easily realize that it is truly Jack who is the innocent one in the film (Scott, in an interview in the French publication, L'Ecran Fantastique, says exactly this about Jack's character). The shortening of the scene between Lili and Darkness also weakens a crucial sequence in the film to the point where her decision to kill the unicorn appears to come out of nowhere. Screwball also had much of his original "Grumpy" character left on the cutting room floor as can be seen in the comments below.

Above all, however, cutting the film after it has been scored harms the integrity of the music unless Goldsmith could have re-scored the altered sequences. After 15 drafts of the script, Scott must have had what he wanted from the writing. If a director's cut is ever made, I hope they will preserve the music's integrity by returning to the cut that was scored by Goldsmith. Anyone who is familiar with the soundtrack will know that it was severely harmed by the cut and paste editing it was subjected to.

I make use of the March 10th script and the Final Shooting Script that is in the Margaret Herrick library in Hollywood. I believe the latter script to a large extent reflects the film as cut in the early stages, and thus is a very good source of Scott's original intent. The final script is clearly not a perfect reflection of the film as shot, however. There are sequences which remain in this script that were changed during filming, so no attempt was made to clean it up in its entirety to make it perfectly match the finished film. On the other hand, some sequences in this script seem to reflect the film as edited rather than as shot, because some of the dialogue from the March 10 script, that is shown to be trimmed in the final script, is later restored in the European version of the film. There are dates on the pages that run late into September, which is after principal photography was finished--the film started shooting on March 23 and was a 21 week shoot, which means that shooting wrapped in August, even if it did run over a few days as Scott claimed due to the fire--so some shooting most likely continued as those who looked at the edited product began to second guess its impact and clarity. An example is the New Opening Sequence that is dated September 25, 1984. -Geoff

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  Text from the March 10 script with additions in curly brackets   |AM|EU|TV|
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46   EXTERIOR     FAERIE CIRCLE     NIGHT                          |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     A Campfire blazes.  Jack sleeps beside a tiny fire.           |  |  |  |
     Shivering under his new cloak.                                |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     A tiny glowing LIGHT streaks out of the woods.  It circles    |  |  |  |
     around Jack.  The LIGHT touches the fire and it BLAZES up     |  |  |  |
     like a bonfire, waking Jack.                                  |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              What....?                                            |  |  |  |
              Lili....? Lili....?                                  |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
{                            GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Jack!                                             }  |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
46A  JACK'S POV : LIGHT                                            |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Jack stares at the radiant bubble hanging above him.  He      |  |  |  |
     sees a tiny woman-child with delicate dragonfly wings         |  |  |  |
     trapped inside.  This is Oona [called Luna in this script].   |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (CONT  OS)                       |  |  |  |
              Who're you?                                          |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
46B  EXTERIOR     FAERIE CIRCLE     NIGHT                          |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Oona ZOOMS off into the treetops.                             |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Jack grabs a flaming brand and jumps to his feet.             |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (CONT)                           |  |  |  |
              Who's there....?                                     |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     [These last 2 lines are in the opposite order in the film     |  |  |  |
     and directed toward Gump, not to Oona.]                       |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Watching him through the drifting smoke is GUMP, an elf       |  |  |  |
     no more than waist high.  Slightly built, he is near-naked    |  |  |  |
     in spite of the cold.  His face is that of a child, yet       |  |  |  |
     his eyes shine with a wisdom centuries old.                   |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP (smiling mysteriously)           |  |  |  |
              Here you be a forest child and not know the Gump...  |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              Gump, is it?                                         |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Aye, Jack....                                        |  |  |  |
              Honeythorn Gump at you service....                   |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     The air is filled with frenzied CLICKS and SNAPS: stones      |  |  |  |
     tapping, sticks rubbing, logs being thumped etc.              |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Numbers of green-glowing eyes stare at Jack out of the        |  |  |  |
     shadows.                                                      |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
{              I...I must be dreaming.                             |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              If life is a dream, better you dread the waking.     |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Oona flies around Jack, pestering him.                        |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (OS)                             |  |  |  |
              Stop it!                                             |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              That's Oona.  She likes you.                         |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (waving and blowing at Oona)     |  |  |  |
              Go Away!                                             |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Does your blood run so cold, Jack?  You'll be        |  |X |X |
              a corpse before your time.                        }  |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (frightened)                     |  |  |  |
              How d'you know my name?                              |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              How does a migrating swallow know the way south      |  |X |X |
              in winter....?  Or a spawning salmon find the        |  |X |X |
              tiny freshet of its birth from the cold black        |  |X |X |
              depths of the mysterious sea....?                    |  |X |X |
              I know everything, Jack.                             |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     [Gump's speech is relooped to change the word "freshet" to    |  |  |  |
     "source".  There is no need for this since the context makes  |  |  |  |
      it clear what a freshet is to anyone who might not know the  |  |  |  |
      word and it weakens the scene when the lip movements don't   |  |  |  |
      match the word.]                                             |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
{             Yet I do not understand what has happened today.   } |X |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     [This line is delivered OS.  It was clearly re-looped         |  |  |  |
     after principal photography was finished, not delivered       |  |  |  |
     by David Bennent during shooting.]                            |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              Everything....?  Why has this happened?  Why is      |  |X |X |
              it winter now?                                       |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              I'd be a powerful wizard indeed could I answer....   |  |  |X |
                          (shrewdly)                               |  |  |  |
              Suppose you tell me, Jack.                           |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (uncomfortable)                  |  |  |  |
              Me?                                                  |  |X |X |
              How can I do that?                                   |X |  |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              You know these woods as well as any elf....          |X |  |X |
              Did you not see something odd today?  Any strange    |X |X |X |
              spirits?  Did nothing untoward happen?               |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
 {                           JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              No.                                                  |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              No?....No, nothing?                                } |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              No....                                               |  |  |  |
              well....I took Lili to see the unicorns....          |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP (furious)                        |  |  |  |
              You did what?                                        |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Numbers of elves and faeries appear out of the dark woods.    |  |  |  |
     They come in all sizes, from sprites no larger than           |  |  |  |
     squirrels to plump hobmen as big as small children.           |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     BROWN TOM is a plump, tipsy leprechaun, draped with pots      |  |  |  |
     and pans like a tinker; SCREWBALL, a tiny pixie wearing       |  |  |  |
     an ill-fitting cap and garments tasseled with flowers.        |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             FAERIES (whispering in chorus)        |  |  |  |
              What....?  Codfish and cockles....!  Never....!      |X |X |X |
              Pewterpots and....pumpkins....!  Poo-poo             |X |X |X |
              pudding....!  Doo-doo dumplings....!  Shit-willy     |X |X |X |
              whatnot....!                                         |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Silence!                                             |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     The whispering stops.  All eyes are on Jack.  He writhes      |  |  |  |
     with guilt under their scrutiny.                              |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (deeply ashamed)                 |  |  |  |
              Oh God, {Gump,} she touched him....                  |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     A GROAN rises from the crowd of faeries.  They are outraged.  |  |  |  |
     Gump is maddest of all.  His face darkens.  His eyes glow.    |  |  |  |
     He trembles with banshee fury.                                |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Touched it!  A mortal laid hands on a unicorn?       |X |X |X |
              {Jack!}                                              |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             BROWN TOM                             |  |  |  |
              Bad....terrible bad!                                 |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              We meant no wrong.                                   |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
[This last line is moved in all versions to the point after Gump   |  |  |  |
says, "Do you think you can upset...and not pay the price"]        |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP (screaming)                      |  |  |  |
              What was it you did mean, Jack?!                     |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              Nothing....                                          |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP (cold and hard)                  |  |  |  |
              Nothing, he calls it!                                |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              I wanted to share something special with her.        |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Well....I have something now to share with           |  |  |  |
              you....a lively reel to warm your bones!             |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump magically pulls a violin out of thin air.                |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              I'm in no mood for dancing.                          |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP (screaming with wrath)           |  |  |  |
              Squawk! Squawk!  No more talk....                    |  |  |X |
              Do you think you can upset the order of the          |X |X |X |
              universe and not pay the price?                      |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Brown Tom produces ancient bagpipes, Screwball a tambourine.  |  |  |  |
     The other wee folk tune up an incredible variety of oddly-    |  |  |  |
     shaped instruments: seashell trumpets, acorn cellos,          |  |  |  |
     gossets, serpentines, blossom-bell horns, bone flutes, all    |  |  |  |
     manner of drums and rattles.                                  |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     A wild and haunting overture begins.  The rhythm is           |  |  |  |
     compulsive.                                                   |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Jack cannot control his body.  His feet move against his      |  |  |  |
     will.                                                         |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (frantic)                        |  |  |  |
              No!  I want no part of your nonsense.                |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump leers demonically.                                       |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Time to dance, Jack!                                 |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Playing his fiddle, Gump is possessed, demonic.               |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Screwball beats on a log with a pair of shin bones.  The      |  |  |  |
     faerie orchestra breaks into an other-world melody.  Jack     |  |  |  |
     leaps and jumps like a zombie.                                |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              No....!  Please....!                                 |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             BROWN TOM (chanting)                  |  |  |  |
              Round and round and round and round,                 |  |  |  |
              Before you're lost, you must be found.               |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     The tempo increases.  The musicians leap and cavort.          |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Jack twists and capers, dancing against his will.             |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             SCREWBALL (chanting)                  |  |  |  |
              In and out and up and down,                          |  |  |  |
              Behind each smile there lurks a frown.               |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump leaps wildly, fiddling like a demon.  Jack is a          |  |  |  |
     prisoner of the frenzied music.                               |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             BROWN TOM (chanting)                  |  |  |  |
              Spin and spin and spin and spin,                     |  |  |  |
              To learn to lose you first must win.                 |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump hops into the fire, dancing and playing as sparks        |  |  |  |
     leap about him.  The music grows wilder.  Jack will never     |  |  |  |
     survive.                                                      |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             SCREWBALL (chanting)                  |  |  |  |
              Twist and reel and toe and heel,                     |  |  |  |
              The end to pain is to learn to feel!                 |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Jack's face is a mask of agony.  With a supreme effort, he    |  |  |  |
     hurls himself onto the ground, his body jerking               |  |  |  |
     spasmodically to the music.                                   |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (screaming)                      |  |  |  |
              Enough!                                              |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     The faerie orchestra falters, their tempo broken.             |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP (angry)                          |  |  |  |
              Is the music not to your liking?                     |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (gasping)                        |  |  |  |
              I....won't....go....on.... Take my life, if          |  |  |  |
              you must....                                         |  |  |  |
              What I did is unforgivable ["done" in the film]....  |  |X |X |
                             (boldly)                              |  |  |  |
              But, I did it for love!                              |X |X |X |
              And I'd do it again!  I love Lili with all my        |  |  |  | 
              heart and would sooner die than break a promise!     |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     More chattering among the faeries.                            |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
{                            GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Silence!                                         }   |  |  |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump stares at Jack.  A tender expression softens his         |  |  |  |
     flinty eyes.                                                  |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Hmmm.... Love, you say....?                          |X |X |X |
              Love is another story....                            |X |X |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              I meant no disrespect....                            |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Answer me this riddle and all is forgiven.           |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              And if I cannot?                                     |  |  |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Why, Jack....then 'tis your death song I'll          |  |  |X |
              be playing.                                          |  |  |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              Ask away, and pray God my answer pleases you.        |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              What is a bell that does not ring,                   |  |X |X |
              Yet, its knell makes the angels sing?                |  |X |X |
             {Answer me this and all will be forgiven. }           |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump laughs, knowing Jack can't solve his riddle.  Jack       |  |  |  |
     frowns in concentration, then grins, as the memory of         |  |  |  |
     Lili's song rushes back.                                      |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
             {Flowers?....}  Bluebells!                            |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              What?                                                |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              The flower.  Bluebells.                              |  |  |  |
              To hear them ringing means your life is at an end.   |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump hurls his violin to the ground and stomps on it.         |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              {No!} Damnation!  Codfish and cockles!               |  |X |X |
              Gammon and trotters!                                 |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Screwball and Brown Tom run for cover as Gump explodes in     |  |  |  |
     an insane frenzy.  He throws himself on the ground, kicking   |  |  |  |
     and screaming.                                                |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP (CONT)                           |  |  |  |
              Rabbit noodles....!  Schweinhundt sauerkraut mit     |  |X |X |
              schlagober....!  Piddle-puddles und ka-ka            |  |X |X |
              crumpets....!  Piss pots and thunder mugs!           |  |X |X |
              Demkopf doo-doo brain riddle-widdler!                |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     {Gump lays on the ground as if unconscious.                   |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              Gump....?  Gump....?                                 |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump springs up suddenly to a sitting position and takes      |  |  |  |
     Jack's hand in his.         [slightly different in script] }  |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
              You bested me, Jack....Bested me, bested me....      |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (modestly)                       |  |  |  |
              A riddle without an answer is like an empty          |  |X |X |
              cup when you're thirsty for wine.                    |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Well spoke!  And if it's wine you want,              |  |X |X |
              it's wine we shall have.                             |  |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     [This is the point at which the TV version switches back to   |  |  |  |
     to the regular American version with the TD score]            |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump claps his hands and four tiny glasses magically          |  |  |  |
     APPEAR, floating in the air before them.                      |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     {                       GUMP (CONT)                           |  |  |  |
              Brown Tom!                                      }    |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Another clap and Brown Tom's hat POPS off his head,           |  |  |  |
     revealing a wine bottle balanced underneath.                  |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP (CONT)                           |  |  |  |
              {A toast to love.}                                   |X |  |X |
              A small measure of entertainment at best.            |  |X |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump snaps his fingers and the wine bottle floats off         |  |  |  |
     Brown Tom's head, pausing in mid-air to fill each bobbing     |  |  |  |
     glass.   [in the film Gump is pouring into small thimble      |  |  |  |
     like glasses that the drinkers are holding--less magic]       |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP (CONT)                           |  |  |  |
              Elderberry wine....no finer drink under              |X |  |X |
              heaven.                                              |X |  |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
{                            BROWN TOM                             |  |  |  |
              But Gump, it's the last bottle of me best wine.      |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Shh!                                                 |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             BROWN TOM                             |  |  |  |
              Well, if you say so, sir.                            |  |X |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump pours.                                                   |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             BROWN TOM (CONT)                      |  |  |  |
              Now, Gump, don't you be forgettin' me.               |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Gump pours for Brown Tom.                                     |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             BROWN TOM (CONT)                      |  |  |  |
              Oh, careful now.  Ah!  It's so precious.          }  |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     Each one takes a glass.  Gump raises his in a toast.          |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Here's to Jack....                                   |X |X |X |
              Riddle solver....                                    |  |X |  |
              {loving fool....}                                    |X |  |X |
              dancing fool,                                        |  |X |  |
              and faerie friend.                                   |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     They all clink glasses.  Jack regards his with suspicion.     |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     {                       SCREWBALL                             |  |  |  |
              Tip it.                                              |X |  |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              And to Lili.                                   }     |X |  |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              I'm honored, Gump....but no more tricks!             |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP (to the others)                  |  |  |  |
              Here be precious summertime frozen into a            |  |  |  |
              winter memory and the blamed fool won't drink        |  |  |  |
              faerie wine for fear of enchantment.                 |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     They all drink, Jack with some reluctance.  The faeries       |  |  |  |
     enjoy the wine.  Jack gags, as if he's swallowed fire.        |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK (coughing)                       |  |  |  |
              Pranks....!  Is that all you're good for....!        |  |  |  |
              I've lost Lili....!  Gump!  Help me!  Use your       |  |  |  |
              magic to find her....set the world right.            |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Changing this frozen hell is beyond my               |  |  |  |
              modest powers.                                       |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              Is there nothing you can do?                         |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              If you want more tricks, I'm your man....            |  |  |  |
              but, for big questions you must go elsewhere.        |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
     {Screwball puts a cloak onto Jack's back.                     |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             SCREWBALL                             |  |  |  |
              This'll help.                                  }     |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              But don't you care what's happened?                  |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              Course we care....What good's the world locked       |X |X |X |
              in a season of death?                                |X |X |X |
              No folks to scare on a summer's night....            |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             BROWN TOM                             |  |  |  |
              No babies to tickle....                              |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             SCREWBALL                             |  |  |  |
              No lovers to tease....                               |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              No more spells to cast....Does that sound            |  |  |  |
              like an enjoyable prospect?                          |  |  |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             JACK                                  |  |  |  |
              We must find the answer!                             |X |X |X |
              {We must find what's happened to my Lili.}           |X |  |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             GUMP                                  |  |  |  |
              That we must.                                        |X |X |X |
              But first, we better see that no harm's              |  |X |  |
              come to the unicorns.                                |  |X |  |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
                             SCREWBALL                             |  |  |  |
              I sadly fear the worst....                           |X |X |X |
                                                                   |  |  |  |
Gump claps his hands and everyone is magically holding             |  |  |  |
luminous flower lanterns.                                          |  |  |  |
_____________________________________________________________________________

Oona
You....! You....mortal! I could vex you! Dance your life away!
Jack
Threats can't make me love you. Human hearts don't work that way!


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