Krull Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1983
- 121 min
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TUROLD:
I knew.
QUEEN:
You knew! You are a rude bumpkin!
TUROLD:
(smiles)
That I am, my lady.
Turold looks out the window at the North Tower.
TUROLD:
And, it seems, so is my son.
P.O.V. - NORTH TOWER - INTERCUT
Angle from the Queen's bedroom window. A waist-high wall
conceals the bottom half of a naked Colwyn, who stands atop
the tower, hugging himself in the brisk wind.
EXT. TOP OF NORTH TOWER - INTERCUT
Colwyn hears Lyssa mounting the stairs and moves to the
doorway, reaching around to take the bucket from her.
COLWYN:
Just hand me the bucket! What are
you doing!
He backs away, covering himself with his hands. Lyssa
advances on him; tucked in her belt, like a sword, is a
long-handled bath brush.
LYSSA:
I don't trust you to wash behind
your ears.
COLWYN:
Never mind my ears! Go away!
The Queen and Turold watch the unfolding drama from their
window vantage point: a great tongue of water leaps across
the tower as Lyssa heaves the bucketful at Colwyn. Dripping
wet, he retreats, but is soon cornered and attacked without
quarter, Lyssa wielding brush and soap with gleeful
enthusiasm. At one point, Colwyn squirms free and, with his
head completely enveloped in lather, tries to flee. But
since he can't see, he soon fetches up against a wall, and
Lyssa continues her scrubbing.
RESUME - QUEEN'S BEDROOM
TUROLD:
A girl of some spirit, your
daughter.
QUEEN:
A match for your son, I think.
TUROLD:
A fine match.
QUEEN:
(takes his hand)
They will have the life that you and
I might have had.
Wrapped in a long blue cape, a scrubbed and scowling Colwyn
stands with arms folded across his chest. Lyssa is combing
his hair.
LYSSA:
(steps back)
There. Now you look like someone I
might want to marry.
COLWYN:
(surly growl)
Maybe you'd better look around for
another candidate. I don't think my
skin is tough enough to survive a
lifetime of you and your brush.
LYSSA:
I don't have to look around. I've
found the husband I want. You can
kiss me now.
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