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The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

(Scene opens on a sunny day with Déagol and Sméagol fishing in a boat.)
Déagol: Sméagol! I've got one; I've got a fish, Sme-Sméagol!
Sméagol: Go on, go on, go on, pull it in!
(Déagol falls in the water, and is dragged by the fish, still holding onto his fishing rod. He sees the One Ring, and grabs it from the sand. He climbs onto shore, gasping for breath, and strokes the Ring in his palm with his finger. Sméagol comes over and looks at it covetously.)
Sméagol: Give us that Déagol, my love.
Déagol: Why?
Sméagol: Because...it's my birthday and I wants it.
(A fight begins and escalates, ending with Sméagol murdering Déagol.)
Ring: (quietly, whispering) ...batul. Ash nazg gimbatul...
Sméagol: My Precious.
(He puts the Ring on. He is seen deteriorating into Gollum. The scene shifts to Gollum crawling through a cave, wincing and bawling as if in agony.)
Sméagol: (v.o) They cursed us. "Murderer" they called us. They cursed us and drove us away.
Gollum: Gollum, Gollum, Gollum.
Sméagol: (v.o.) And we wept, precious. We wept, to be so alone.
(We see a fish, which Sméagol proceeds to catch and eat, while his fish song is heard in the background. We then see a yet more Gollum-ish Sméagol crawling into a cave.)
Sméagol: And we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name. My Precious.
(We see Sam asleep and Frodo sitting uneasily in a small cave. Frodo fingers the Ring, but quickly puts it back inside his tunic when he hears movement. Gollum pokes his head in from the top.)
Gollum: Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, sleepies, we must go, yes, we must go at once.
Sam: Haven't you had any sleep, Mister Frodo?
(Frodo shakes his head.)
Sam: I've gone and had too much. It must be getting late.
Frodo: No. It isn't. It isn't midday yet. The days are growing darker.
Gollum: Come on! Must go, no time!
Sam: Not before Mister Frodo's had somethin' to eat.
Gollum: No time to lose, silly!

(Sam hands Frodo some lembas.)
Sam: Here.
Frodo: What about you?
Sam: Ahhh no, I'm not hungry. Least ways not for lembas bread.
Frodo: Sam…
Sam: All right. We don't have that much left. We have to be careful or we're going to run out. You go ahead and eat that, Mister Frodo. I've rationed it. There should be enough.
Frodo: For what?
Sam: The journey home.
(Frodo looks at Sam in surprise.)
Gollum: Come, Hobbitses. Very close now, very close, to Mordor. No safe places here. Hurry!
(Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli, Legolas, etc. ride towards Isengard, and come upon Merry and Pippin sitting on a broken wall.)
Pippin: I feel like I'm back at the Green Dragon after a hard day's work.
Merry: Only, you've never done a hard day's work.
(Both laugh. A small crew of Helm's Deep survivors arrive. Pippin chortles like a loon.)
Merry: Welcome, my Lords, to Isengard!
Gimli: You young rascals! A merry hunt you've led us on, and now we find you, feasting and… smoking!
Pippin: We are sitting on a field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good.
Gimli: Salted pork?
Gandalf: (shakes head in disgust) Hobbits.
Merry: We're under orders, from Treebeard, who's taken over management of Isengard.
(The scene shifts to the group riding near Orthanc, while Treebeard greets them.)
Treebeard: Young master Gandalf. I'm glad you've come. Wood and water, stock and stone, I can master. But there is a Wizard to manage here. Look to his tower.
Gandalf: And there Saruman must remain. Under your guard, Treebeard.
Gimli: Well, let's just have his head and be done with it.
Gandalf: No. He has no power anymore.
Treebeard: The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back to live here. Young trees, wild trees.
(Pippin sees an orange glow in the water. He wades into the water and picks it up, eyeing it curiously.)

Aragorn: Pippin!
Treebeard: Bless my bark!
Gandalf: Peregrin Took! I'll take that, my lad. Quickly now.
(Pippin hands the palantír to Gandalf, who quickly wraps it in his robe. The riders are next seen traveling towards Edoras, and Éowyn stands in front of the Golden Hall. A large crowd is then seen in the Hall.)
Théoden: Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country. Hail the victorious dead!
Crowd: Hail!
(Éowyn approaches Aragorn with a cup.)
Éowyn: Westu Aragorn hál.
(She gives it to Aragorn, who drinks some. He walks off with a nod.)
Théoden: I am happy for you. He is an honorable Man.
Éowyn: You are both honorable Men.
Théoden: It was not Théoden of Rohan who led our people to victory. (Éowyn looks at him, not understanding.) Ah, don't listen to me. You are young, and tonight is for you.
(Merry and Pippin are dancing and singing on a table.)
Merry and Pippin:
Oh you can search far and wide,
You can drink the whole town dry,
But you'll never find a beer so brown,
As the one we drink in our hometown.
You can keep your fancy ales,
You can drink them by the flagon,
But the only brew for the brave and true,
Comes from the Green Dragon!
(Gandalf laughs and claps, and is joined by Aragorn.)

Aragorn: No news of Frodo?
Gandalf: No word. Nothing.
Aragorn: We have time. Every day Frodo moves closer to Mordor.
Gandalf: Do we know that?
Aragorn: What does your heart tell you?
Gandalf: That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he's alive.
(The Hobbits are sleeping. Gollum twitches and talks as if having a bad dream.)
Sméagol: Too risky. Too risky. Thieves. They stole it from us. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them both!
Gollum: Shh! Quiet. Mustn't wake them. Mustn't ruin it now.
Sméagol: But they knows. They knows. They suspects us!
Gollum: What's it saying, my precious, my love? Sméagol losing his nerve?
Sméagol: No. Not. Never. Sméagol hates nasty Hobbitses. Sméagol wants to see them...dead.
Gollum: And we will. Sméagol did it once, he can do it again. (Quick flashback of Déagol struggling while Sméagol strangles him.) It's ours. Ours!
Sméagol: We must get the precious. We must get it back.
Gollum: Patience. Patience, my love. First we must lead them to her.
Sméagol: We lead them to the winding stairs.
Gollum: Yes. The stairs. And then?
Sméagol: Up, up, up, up, up the stairs we go, until we come to...the tunnel.
Gollum: And when they go in, there's no coming out. She's always hungry. She always needs…to feed. She must eat. All she gets is filthy Orcses.
Sméagol: And they doesn't taste very nice, does they, precious?
Gollum: No. Not very nice at all, my love. She hungers for sweeter meats, Hobbit-meat. (Switch to shot of Sam, who begins to awaken.) And when she throws away the bones, and empty clothes, then we will find it.
Sméagol: And take it for me!
Gollum: For us.
Sméagol: Y-yes, we meant for us. *gollum, gollum*

Gollum: The precious will be ours, once the Hobbitses are dead.
(He picks up a rock, and drops it in the water. The ripples fade to show Sam standing over his shoulder.)
Sam: You miserable little toad!
(Sam tackles Sméagol and then struggles with him as Frodo rushes over.)
Sméagol: Master!
Frodo: No, Sam! Leave him alone!
(Frodo pulls Sam back from Sméagol.)
Sam: I heard it from his own mouth. He means to murder us!
Sméagol: Never! Sméagol wouldn't hurt a fly! (He touches a small cut on his head, then sees blood on his hand) Argh! He's a horrid, fat Hobbit who hates Sméagol and makes up nasty lies!
Sam: You miserable little maggot! I'll stove your head in!
(Sam tries to attack Sméagol, who hides behind a tree.)
Frodo: Sam!
Sam: Don't call me a liar! You're a liar!
Sméagol: Argh!
Frodo: You'll scare him off! We're lost!
Sam: I don't care! I can't do it, Mister Frodo; I won't wait around for him to kill us.
Frodo: I'm not sending him away!
(Sméagol shudders.)
Sam: You don't see it, do you? He's a villain!
Frodo: We can't do this by ourselves, Sam. Not without a guide. I need you on my side.
Sam: I'm on your side, Mister Frodo.
Frodo: I know, Sam. I know. Trust me. Come, Sméagol.
(Frodo holds out his hand and Sméagol takes it. Gollum gives Sam an evil grin. The scene shifts to Edoras, at night. Aragorn walks out of the Golden Hall. He sees Legolas standing nearby and walks over to him. Legolas is staring out into the distance.)

Legolas: The stars are veiled. Something stirs in the East…a sleepless malice.
(Legolas turns to look at Aragorn.)
Legolas: The Eye of the Enemy is moving.
(Pippin is unable to sleep, and gets up, walking toward Gandalf.)
Merry: What you doing?
(Pippin is shocked and turns back. He then turns and looks at Gandalf, who is sleeping with his eyes open. He gets another shock. He waves his hand in front of Gandalf.)
Merry: Pippin?
(Pippin jumps, then exchanges a nearby vase for the wrapped up palantír in Gandalf's arms.)
Merry: Pippin, are you mad?
Pippin: I just want to look at it. Just one more time.
Merry: Put it back!
(Pippin holds the palantír in his hands and smiles, but then he starts to see the Eye of Sauron, and is questioned by him. Pippin's pain is clearly obvious, as he screeches and writhes on the floor.)
Merry: Pippin! No! Pippin...
(Switch to the outside where Legolas and Aragorn are standing.)
Legolas: He is here!
(Pippin is still being tortured/questioned.)
Sauron: I see you...
Merry: Pippin! Help! Gandalf! Someone help him!
(Gandalf wakes up, and Aragorn and Legolas burst into the room. Aragorn takes the palantír away from Pippin and faints momentarily as the palantír rolls away. Legolas holds him. Gandalf grabs a cloak and throws it over the palantír.)
Merry: Pippin!

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Gandalf: Fool of a Took!
(Gandalf pushes Merry away and bends over Pippin. Pippin looks frozen and shocked. Gandalf chants something under his breath, while touching Pippin's forehead. Pippin then awakens and starts panting, horrified.)
Gandalf: Look at me.
Pippin: (cringing) Gandalf, forgive me.
Gandalf: Look at me. What did you see? (Pippin turns away, but Gandalf turns Pippin to face him.)
Pippin: A tree. A white tree. In a courtyard of stone. It was dead!
(Gandalf sees an image of the Court of the Fountain burning.)
Pippin: The city was burning.
Gandalf: Minas Tirith. Is that what you saw?
Pippin: I saw...I saw him! I can hear his voice in my head.
Gandalf: What did you tell him? Speak!
Pippin: He asked me my name. I didn't answer. He hurt me.
Gandalf: What did you tell him about Frodo and the Ring?
(Pippin looks at Gandalf, confusion in his eyes. The scene switches to the Golden Hall, where they are all standing tensely.)
Gandalf: There was no lie in Pippin's eyes. A fool, but an honest fool he remains. He told Sauron nothing of Frodo and the Ring. We've been strangely fortunate. Pippin saw in the palantír a glimpse of the Enemy's plan. Sauron moves to strike the city of Minas Tirith. His defeat at Helm's Deep showed our enemy one thing. He knows the Heir of Elendil has come forth. Men are not as weak as he supposed. There is courage still…strength perhaps to challenge him. Sauron fears this. He will not risk the peoples of Middle-earth uniting under one banner. He will raze Minas Tirith to the ground before he sees a king return to the throne of Men. If the beacons of Gondor are lit, Rohan must be ready for war.
Théoden: Tell me; why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours? What do we owe Gondor?
Aragorn: I will go.
Gandalf: No.
Aragorn: They must be warned!
Gandalf: They will be! (He speaks quietly to Aragorn alone.) You must come to Minas Tirith by another road. Follow the river, look to the black ships. (To all.) Understand this, things are now in motion that cannot be undone. I ride for Minas Tirith. And I won't be going alone. (His gaze moves in the direction of the two Hobbits.)
(Gandalf walks into the stables followed by Merry and Pippin.)
Gandalf: Of all the inquisitive Hobbits, Peregrin Took, you are the worst! Hurry, hurry!

Pippin: Where are we going?
Merry: (turns to Pippin) Why did you look? Why do you always have to look?
Pippin: I don't know. I can't help it.
Merry: You never can.
Pippin: I'm sorry, all right? I won't do it again.
Merry: Don't you understand? The Enemy thinks you have the Ring. He's going to be looking for you, Pip. They have to get you out of here.
Pippin: And you-you're coming with me? (Merry turns and goes to the stables.) Merry?
Merry: Come on.
Pippin: How far is Minas Tirith?
Gandalf: Three days' ride, as the Nazgûl flies, and you better hope we don't have one of those on our tail.
Merry: Here, something for the road.
(Merry hands Pippin a small package.)
Pippin: The last of the Longbottom Leaf?
Merry: I know you've run out. You smoke too much, Pip.
Pippin: But we'll see each other soon...won't we?
Merry: I don't know... I don't know what's going to happen.
Pippin: Merry...?
Gandalf: Run Shadowfax. Show us the meaning of haste!
Pippin: Merry!
(Shadowfax gallops off, and Merry runs up to a lookout point to see them off.)
Aragorn: Merry!
(Aragorn follows him up the stairs, and they sadly watch Gandalf and Pippin ride away. The scene shifts to a group of Elves traveling along a path through the trees; Arwen is among them.)
Elrond: (v.o) Take her by the safest road. A ship lies anchored in the Grey Havens. It waits to carry her across the sea...the last journey of Arwen Undómiel.
(In a vision, she sees a young boy run past. As he runs into the trees, the surrounding forest changes to become a place made of grey stone. The boy runs to an aged Aragorn who lifts him up, laughing and smiling. The boy looks directly at Arwen; she sees the Evenstar around his neck. The boy is her son, Eldarion. Arwen looks on in sorrow and shuts her eyes as tears roll down her cheeks.)
Elrond: (v.o.) There is nothing for you here. Only death.
(When she opens her eyes again, the vision leaves her.)
Figwit: Lady Arwen, we cannot delay. (Arwen turns around and rides away.) My Lady!
(Arwen rides into Rivendell. In a pavilion, Elrond sees her running up.)
Arwen: Tell me what you have seen.
Elrond: (stands up to meet her) Arwen.
Arwen: You have the gift of foresight. What did you see?
Elrond: I looked into your future and I saw death.

Arwen: But there is also life. You saw there was a child! You saw my son!
Elrond: (gloomily) That future is almost gone.
Arwen: But it is not lost.
Elrond: Nothing is certain.
Arwen: (kneels down in front of Elrond and touches her father's face) Some things are certain. If I leave him now, I will regret it forever. It is time.
(Arwen walks into the chamber where the shards of Narsil are kept.)
Arwen: From the ashes a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.
Arwen: Reforge the sword. Ada.
(Elrond doesn't answer and walks away. She sits on a bed as if exhausted and drops the book that was in her hands. Elrond picks it up.)
Elrond: (feels her hands and lowers them down in front of her) Your hands are cold. The life of the Eldar is leaving you.
Arwen: This was my choice. Ada, whether by your will or not, there is no ship now that can bear me hence.
(Elrond is grieved. Scenes interchange between two Elven-smiths reforging Narsil, Elrond, and Isildur cutting the Ring from Sauron's hand. The scene shifts to Gandalf and Pippin riding through the countryside on their way to Minas Tirith.)
Gandalf: We've just passed into the realm of Gondor.
(They crest a hill, and see Minas Tirith in the distance.)
Gandalf: Minas Tirith. City of Kings.
(They ride through the many levels of the city, as people jump out of the way in front of them.)
Gandalf: Make way!
(They enter the Courtyard of the Citadel, where the White Tree stands.)
Pippin: It's the tree. Gandalf, Gandalf!
Gandalf: Yes, the White Tree of Gondor. The Tree of the King. Lord Denethor is not the king. He is a steward, only. A caretaker of the throne.
(Gandalf pauses before entering the hall.)
Gandalf: Now, listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn, either. In fact, it's better if you don't speak at all, Peregrin Took.
(They enter the hall. We see a man sitting on a black chair at the end of the grand hall.)
Gandalf: Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Gondor. I come with tidings in this dark hour, and with counsel.
Denethor: Perhaps you come to explain this. (Holds up Boromir's cloven horn.) Perhaps you come to tell me why my son is dead.
(Gandalf is bewildered. Pippin has a flashback to Boromir being wounded, and then steps forward.)

Pippin: Boromir died to save us, my kinsman and me. He fell defending us from many foes.
Gandalf: Pippin!
Pippin: I offer you my service, such as it is, in payment of this debt.
Gandalf: Get up! (He whacks Pippin with his staff. He turns to Denethor.) My Lord, there will be a time to grieve for Boromir. But it is not now. War is coming. The enemy is on your doorstep! As steward, you are charged with the defense of this city! Where are Gondor's armies? You still have friends. You are not alone in this fight. Send word to Théoden of Rohan. Light the beacons.
Denethor: (snarling) You think you are wise, Mithrandir, yet for all your subtleties you have not wisdom. Do you think the eyes of the White Tower are blind? I have seen more than you know. With your left hand you would use me as a shield against Mordor, and with your right you would seek to supplant me! I know who rides with Théoden of Rohan. Oh yes! Word has reached my ears of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and I tell you now I will not bow to this Ranger from the North, last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship.
Gandalf: Authority is not given you to deny the return of the king, Steward.
Denethor: (standing) The rule of Gondor is mine, and no other's!
(Denethor sits. Gandalf regards him for a moment, then turns and walks away.)
Gandalf: (to Pippin) Come.
(Pippin is in a room. The armor of the Guards of the Citadel is laid upon his bed. Gandalf is standing by the balcony door, gazing into the distance.)
Pippin: (looking over his armor) So I imagine this is just a ceremonial position. I mean, they don't actually expect me to do any fighting, do they?
Gandalf: You're in the service of the steward now. You're going to have to do as you're told, Peregrin Took, Guard of the Citadel.
(Pippin walks over to the balcony.)
Pippin: It's so quiet.
Gandalf: It's the deep breath before the plunge.
Pippin: I don't want to be in a battle, but waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse. (Gandalf walks over to stand next to him.) Is there any hope, Gandalf, for Frodo and Sam?
Gandalf: There never was much hope...just a fool's hope. Our Enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only Orcs, but Men as well. Legions of Haradrim from the south. Mercenaries from the coast. All will answer Mordor's call. This will be the end of Gondor as we know it. Here the hammer-stroke will fall the hardest. If the river is taken, if the garrison at Osgiliath falls, the last defense of this city will be gone.
Pippin: But we have the White Wizard, that's got to count for something. Gandalf?
Gandalf: Sauron has yet to release his deadliest servant. (Switch to shot of the Witch-king preparing for battle.) The one who will lead Mordor's armies in war. The one they say no living Man can kill. The Witch-king of Angmar. You've met him before. He stabbed Frodo on Weathertop. (Flashback of the Weathertop scene in FotR.) He is the lord of the Nazgûl, the greatest of the Nine. Minas Morgul is his lair.
(The scene switches to Frodo, Sam, and Sméagol approaching Minas Morgul.)
Gollum: The dead city. Very nasty place. Full of enemies.
(He jumps onto the road, and the two Hobbits follow him.)
Gollum: Quick, quick! They will see, they will see.
(Frodo stares at the statues guarding the city.)
Gollum: Come away, come away. Look! We have found it…the way into Mordor! The secret stair.
(The two Hobbits stare in shock at the steep stairs climbing the cliff face in front of them.)
Gollum: Climb!

(Frodo turns to look at the statues again, and begins staggering towards the city, as if against his will.)
Sam: No! Mister Frodo!
Gollum: Not that way!
(Gollum and Sam chase after Frodo.)
Gollum: What's it doing?
Sam: No!
Frodo: They're calling me…
(Sam and Gollum pull him back to the hidden staircase. The ground shakes, and then a large pillar of light fills the sky above Minas Morgul. Gandalf and Pippin in Minas Tirith see it, as does Faramir in Osgiliath.)
Sméagol: Hide, hide! (They quickly clamber behind a rock wall at the base of the stairs.)
(The Witch-king on his fellbeast rises above the city, and he shrieks. The Hobbits writhe in pain.)
Frodo: (Clutches his shoulder, and shudders in pain.) I can feel his blade!
(The gates of Minas Morgul open, and Orc troops begin marching out.)
Gandalf: We come to it at last. The great battle of our time.
(The Witch-king flies over Sam and Frodo's heads.)
Gollum: Come away, Hobbits. We climb, we must climb.
(Frodo, Sam, and Gollum begin climbing the stairs.)
Gandalf: The board is set. The pieces are moving.
(Gandalf is striding swiftly through the city, followed by Pippin.)
Gandalf: Peregrin Took, my lad, there is a task now to be done. Another opportunity for one of the Shire-folk to prove their great worth. You must not fail me.
(Pippin has a look of understanding on his face. He runs off in the direction of the beacon tower. The scene shifts to Osgiliath. The river. Orc-boats approaching slowly and quietly. All light is veiled by the growing darkness, though it is day. One Orc makes too much noise while rowing.)
Gothmog: Quiet!
Faramir: To the river. Quick…
(Faramir and soldiers are run to the shore, grasping spears, hiding behind walls, keeping out of sight of the boats. Some have obviously just been woken up and had no time to put on full gear. Low voices give orders.)
Gothmog: (in the boats) Faster.
(Swords are drawn. Close-up on Faramir, pressed to a wall, gets ready for battle. The first boats reach the shore.)
Gothmog: Draw swords!
(Ramps for disembarking are dropped, and the first Orcs step on the shore. Faramir and his Men let them pass. Faramir takes a deep breath then charges. Fighting begins. Back in Minas Tirith, Pippin climbs to the top of the beacon, and with some effort, dumps some oil on the wood and starts the beacon fire. He quickly realizes it's not particularly clever to stay on a lit pile of wood, and begins climbing back down. The soldiers guarding the beacon realize it is lit. Several more shots show all of the beacons between Gondor and Rohan being lit, one by one.)
Gandalf: (quietly) Amon Dîn...
Guard: The beacon! The beacon of Amon Dîn is lit!
(Denethor peers out a window and sneers.)
Gandalf: Hope is kindled.

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怎么办啊，怎么把文档传上来？
这样速度太慢了。。。。

我的天啊，怎么会有人发过了~~~~
我还是自己删了好~
唉。。。
晚了两天。。。