SCREENPLAY

Update 3 -30-2006: Here is a never-before-seen gem... our original shooting screenplay. Note, there may be a few changes here and there in the final product. Enjoy!

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…  (Scotland)

MAC
BETH

Act V
MACDUFF STRIKES BACK

It is a period of civil war. Rebel soldiers, striking from the Birnam Wood, have
stormed the castle, Dunsinane.

The Thane Macduff, obsessed with finding the tyrant Macbeth, has traveled thousands of miles to the far reaches of Scotland to avenge his family’s murder and free the Scottish people from Macbeth’s villainy and crown Malcolm as the rightful heir .  .  . 

Macbeth:  Till the Rebel Alliance of Birnam Wood come to Dunsinane I cannot taint with fear.  What’s the boy, Malcolm?  Was he not born of woman?  The three witches have told me the on that “Fear not, Macbeth; no man that’s born of woman shall ever have power over thee.”
(Seyton enters)

Seyton:  There is ten thousand-

Macbeth:  Geese?

Seyton:  Soldiers, sir. Many storm troopers have abandoned the fight, and are halting to the rebels.

Macbeth:  Bring me no more reports: let them fly all.  My way of life has fallen into a withered state. No matter.  I’ll fight to my bones till my flesh be hacked.  Give me my armor.
(Macbeth grabs his light saber and exits.  While walking, he encounters Young Siward.)

Young Siward:  What is thy name?

Macbeth:  Thou willst be afraid to hear it.

Young Siward:  No; though thou call’st thyself a hotter name than any in hell.

Macbeth:  My name is Macbeth.

Young Siward:  The devil himself could not have pronounce a title more hateful to mine ear.

Macbeth:  No, nor more fearful.

Young Siward:  Thou liest abhorred tyrant; with my sword (Young Siward pulls out his saber), I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.
(Macbeth pulls out his saber, and they begin to duel)

Macbeth:  Young fool, you know not of my power. The circle is now complete.  When you left Scotland, I was but a Thane.  Now I am the master. 

Young Siward:  Only a master of evil, Macbeth.
(Macbeth knocks Young Siward down)

Macbeth:  Your powers are weak, young man.
(Young Siward gets up, and the battle continues.  Finally, Macbeth kills Young Siward and Young Siward’s disappear.  Macbeth tasks off his mask to inspect the clothes further.)

Macbeth:  Thou wast born of woman.  But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn.  Brandished by a woman that’s of a woman born.

(With that, Macbeth exits.
In the Birnam Wood)

Macduff: Tyrant, show thy face!  If thou be’st slain with no stroke of mine, my wife and childern’s ghost will haunt me still.  Either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatterd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; by this great clatter, one of greatest note seems bruited.  Let me find him, Fortune!  And more beg not!!!!!!!

(Macduff runs off screaming as Siward and Malcolm look on.)

Siward: Okay.. Macduff hath be crazy. 

Malcolm: Siward, you shalt not worry. Macduff will find him.

Siward : And you, Malcolm, will become the rightful king. This way, the castle has easily surrendered.  The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight.  The rebel thanes do bravely in war.

Malcolm:  We have met with foes that strike beside us.

Siward:  Enter, sir, the castle. And may the force be with you.

(Meanwhile...)

Macbeth:  Why should I play the Roman fool, and die in mine own sword?  While I see, the gashes do better upon them.
(Macduff enters, still screaming)

Macduff:  Turn, hell-hound, turn!

Macbeth:  Of all men else I have avoided thee.  But get thee back! My soul is too much charged with the blood of thine already.

Macduff:  I have no words: my voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain than terms give thee out!
(Macduff and Macbeth pull out their sabers and begin to duel.)

Macbeth:  It is useless to resist. Don’t let yourself be destroyed as Young Siward did. I have led a charmed life, which must not yield to one of woman born.

Macduff:  Tell thee, Macduff was from woman’s womb untimely ripped.

Macbeth:  Accursed be the tongue that tells me so, for it has cowed my better part of man!  I’ll not fight thee.
(Macbeth stops fighting, as does Macduff)

Macduff:  Then yield thee, coward, and live to be the show and gaze of the time:  We’ll have thee, as the rarest monsters are, painted upon a pole, and underwrit, “Here may you see a tyrant.”

Macbeth:  I will not yield.  I will not be forced to kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet.  Though Birnam Wood come to Dunsinane and you be of no woman born, yet I will try to the last. And damned be him that cries “Hold, enough!”

(Macduff and Macbeth continue on dueling until Macbeth is finally slain. Macduff hold up Macbeth’s head in triumph.)

AriZonA PICTURES and NS PRODUCTIONS present BIEN CONCEPCION DONALD FITZ-ROY MICHAEL MCKOY
STAR WARS: MACBETH
RAYMOND PEREZ   ROBERT FULLER   CARL ERIK FISHER   and   REBEKAH HEINZEN   music by JOHN WILLIAMS
sound and music mix DONALD FITZ-ROY   edited by BIEN CONCEPCION   screenplay by MICHAEL
MCKOY and WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE   directed by BIEN CONCEPCION and DONALD FITZ-ROY
executive producer BIEN CONCEPCION

Content & Design by Don Fitz-Roy & Bien Concepcion | Last updated 4/15/2006