Scene 41 ~ The Tomb of the Stewards

Pippin looks from the high parapet over the flaming city. He turns back to see
Theoden leading a procession holding a flaming brand. Faramir is being borne on
a stretcher.
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DENETHOR: |
I am steward of the house of Anárion. Thus have I walked, and thus now
I will sleep.
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Pippin runs towards them. He watches the procession pass him in astonishment.
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DENETHOR: |
Gondor is lost. There is no hope for men. (a single white bloom on the
dead tree is shown as they pass by. The camera passes over Minas Tirith showing
the full scene from the flaming first circle up to where the procession moves
along the quiet street to the Tombs of the Kings.) Why do the fools fly? Better
to die sooner than late. For die we must.
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They pass on to the Tombs bearing Faramir with them. Pippin follows on a little
behind watching where they go. Denethor opens the doors to the Tomb and walks in
with the procession following him.
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DENETHOR: |
No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long slow sleep of death
embalmed. We shall burn like the heathen Kings of old. (He turns to the
followers) Bring wood and oil.
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Scene 42 ~ Breaking of the Gate of Gondor

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Back at the gate Grond continues to hammer the gate.
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GANDALF: |
Steady! Steady!
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With a mighty crash the battering ram breaks through the centre of the gate.
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GANDALF: |
You are soldiers of Gondor. No matter what comes through that gate you
will stand your ground.
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Grond hits the gate once more. It bursts open and in charge Cave Trolls
brandishing huge maces. Gandalf looks alarmed.
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GANDALF: |
Volley! (He shouts to the archers.) Fire!
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They fire into the Trolls and the infantry lower their spears in defence. Orcs
advance on them and there is fierce hand-to-hand fighting. The Trolls follow up
swinging their maces from side to side sweeping aside all opposition.
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Scene 43 ~ The Choices of Master Samwise
Gamgee

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Frodo is moving along the pathway. He spots the lookout tower at the top of the
pass and pauses to look at it. He runs to look at it from behind a rock. Above
him two spider legs emerge from a gap in the rock. Frodo moves forward slowly as
the spider sneaks up on him from above and behind. She moves directly above him
as Frodo looks at the Tower. He hears a slight noise behind him and spins around
to look. He sees nothing. He is looking around, Shelob comes down behind him
with her sting. He turns and suddenly she stings him in the chest. He foams at
the mouth and collapses. Immediately, she winds him up in a binding web. She
covers him from top to bottom.
An arm appears on the screen holding Sting. The camera turns to show Sam holding
up the Phial of Galadriel.
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SAM: |
Let him go, you filth! Let him go!
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Shelob drops Frodo on the ground.
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SAM: |
You will not touch him again! (He advances on Shelob) Come on then, finish
it!
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He runs towards her and slashes at her face. Shelob strikes back at him. Sam
slashes at her leg. She throws him backwards and he drops the light. Shelob
kicks the light away advancing on Sam. She harries him down to the floor and
pushes him up the wall. He holds on to her pincers as they try to grasp him. He
gets above her and kicks her in the face, she falls back a little. Sam tries to
escape up the rocks. She grabs him, he falls down over her back and onto the
ground. He moves around and Shelob gathers herself for a final pounce on him
from above. Sam manages to thrust Sting into her eyes and she falls back in
pain. Sam thrusts Sting at her again. She grabs it with her pincers and wrestles
for it with Sam. Eventually Sting flies out of his hand as he turns to run and
get it Shelob knocks him forward onto the ground. He is just about to grab the
sword when Shelob stands on it and stops him. He turns around. She is right
above him and thrusts with her sting at him. He rolls over as she tries to sting
him over and over again. Finally he is able to pick up Sting and thrusts upwards
into her body. She writhes in pain. Sam manages to get the light and thrusts it
at her.
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SAM: |
Back!
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Shelob retreats backwards through a hole and disappears.
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SAM: |
Mr Frodo!
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He runs to Frodo, putting down Sting he pulls the webs away from his face. Frodo
looks dead. Sam cries.
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SAM: |
Oh no! Frodo, Mr Frodo. (He shakes him. He picks him
up and cradles him in his arms, crying.) Wake up. Don’t leave me here
alone. Don’t go where I can’t follow. Wake up. Not asleep. Dead.
(He cuddles him to him crying. Suddenly Sting takes on
a blue tinge and Sam sees it. Noise from the pass attracts his attention. Orcs are there.)
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SHAGRAT: |
You get back you scum!
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Sam looks around hurriedly.
Shagrat comes down from the pass with other Orcs following him.
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SHAGRAT: |
What’s this?
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He approaches Frodo lying on the ground. Looks like old Shelob’s been having a
bit of fun. (Sam watches from a cave entrance.)
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ORC: |
Killed another one has she?
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SHAGRAT: |
No. (He pokes Frodo with his whip.) This fellow ain’t dead.
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SAM: |
(whispers) Not dead.
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SHAGRAT: |
She jabs him with her stinger and he goes as limp as a boned fish aaa…
then she has her way with them. That’s how she likes to feed. Fresh blood. Get
him to the Tower! (They pick Frodo up and take him with them up the pass.)
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SAM: |
Samwise you fool.
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ORC: |
This scum will be awake in a couple of hours.
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SHAGRAT: |
Then he’ll wish he’d never been born.
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He looks around and then follows them up the steps.
Sam gets up to follow them.
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Scene 44 ~ Denethor's Madness

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Pippin watches from behind a pillar. The soldiers lay Faramir on a bed of sticks
and pile wood up all around him. Pippin moves closer.
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DENETHOR: |
The house of his spirit crumbles. (He holds Faramirs head.) He is
burning. Already burning.
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PIPPIN: |
He’s not dead. HE’S NOT DEAD (He shouts and starts
pulling the wood away.) NO! NO! He’s not dead.
(Denethor drags Pippin away along the corridor.)
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DENETHOR: |
Farewell Peregrin son of Paladin.
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PIPPIN: |
NO! NO!
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DENETHOR: |
I release you from my service. (He throws him out of
the door.) Go now and die and what way seems best to you.
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He closes the door and Pippin looks desperate. From inside;
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DENETHOR |
Pour on oil!
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Scene changes to soldiers in the city.
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SOLDIER: |
Come on soldier, move it.
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Hurry along there, hurry along.
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Pippin struggles against them as he tries to find Gandalf.
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PIPPIN: |
Gandalf! (The soldiers run past him.) Where’s
Gandalf? (They ignore him. He shouts.) GANDALF!
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