The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King is the 2003 final film in The Lord of the Rings Movie Trilogy directed by Peter Jackson and based on the The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien.

Year:
2003
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[The following only appears in the Extended Edition]

Saruman:
You have fought many wars and slain many Men, Théoden king, and made peace afterwards. Can we not take council together as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace, you and I?

Théoden:
We shall have peace. We shall have peace, when you answer for the burning of the Westfold, and the children that lie dead there! We shall have peace, when the lives of the soldiers, whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the Gates of the Hornburg, are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet, for the sport of your own crows, we shall have peace!

Saruman:
Gibbets and crows?! Dotard! [to Gandalf] What do you want, Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess. The Key of Orthanc? Or perhaps the keys of Barad-dûr itself, along with the crowns of the Seven Kings, and the rods of the Five Wizards!

Gandalf the White:
Your treachery has already cost many lives. Thousands more are now at risk. But you could save them, Saruman. You were deep in the enemy's council.

Saruman:
So you have come here for information? I have some for you. [holds out the Palantír] Something festers in the heart of Middle Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the Great Eye has seen it. Even now, he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon. You are all going to die. But you know this, don't you, Gandalf? [indicates Aragorn] You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the Throne of Gondor! This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned king! Gandalf does not hesitate to sacrifice those closest to him, those he professes to love. Tell me, what words of comfort did you give the halfling, before you sent him to his doom? The path that you have set him on can only lead to death.

Gimli:
I've heard enough! [to Legolas] Shoot him, stick an arrow in his gob!

Gandalf the White:
No. Come down, Saruman, and your life will be spared.

Saruman:
Save your pity and your mercy! I have no use for it! [shoots a ball of fire from his staff at Gandalf, who emerges unharmed]

Gandalf the White:
[sternly] Saruman! Your staff is broken! [as he speaks, Saruman's staff shatters in his hands. From behind him, Gríma Wormtongue appears]

Théoden:
Gríma! You need not follow him. You were not always as you are now. You were once a Man of Rohan! Come down.

Saruman:
"A Man of Rohan"? What is the House of Rohan, but a thatched barn, where brigards drink in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor with the dogs?! The victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Théoden Horse Master! You are a lesser son of greater sires!

Théoden:
[to Gríma] Gríma, come down. Be free of him.

Saruman:
Free?! He will never be free!

Gríma Wormtongue:
No.

Saruman:
Get down, cur! [hits him across the face]

Gandalf the White:
Saruman! You were deep in the enemy's council. Tell us what you know.

Saruman:
You withdraw your guard and I will tell you where your doom will be decided. I will not be held prisoner here!

[From behind him, Gríma suddenly stabs him the back numerous times. Legolas shoots him with an arrow to the heart, killing him, while Saruman topples from Orthanc to his death on a spiked wheel below]

Sméagol:
[talking in his sleep] Too risky, too risky. The thieves! They stole it from us. Kill them. Kill them. kill them both! [wakes up] No!

Gollum:
Shhh! Quiet! Mustn't wake them, mustn't ruin it now!

Sméagol:
But they knows, they knows. They suspects us!

Gollum:
What is it saying, my Precious, my love? Is Sméagol losing his nerve?

Sméagol:
No! Not! Never! Sméagol hates nasty Hobbitses! Smeagol wants to see them... dead.

Gollum:
And we will. Sméagol did it once, he can do it again. 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 stair.

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, or she gets 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. And when she throws away the bones, and the empty clothes, then we will find it!

Sméagol:
And take it for me!

Gollum:
[menacing] For us.

Sméagol:
[cowed] Yes, we... we meant for us.

Gollum:
[coughs] Gollum! Gollum! The Precious will be ours once the Hobbitses are dead! [Gollum sees Sam's reflection over his shoulder, having heard everything]

Samwise Gamgee:
You treacherous little toad! [hits Sméagol]

Gandalf the White:
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 broken horn] Perhaps you come to tell me why my son is dead?

Pippin Took:
Boromir died to save us, my kinsman and me. He fell, defending us from many foes.

Gandalf the White:
Pippin!

Pippin Took:
[kneels before Denethor] I offer you my service, such as it is, in payment of this debt.

Denethor:
This is my first command to you. How did you escape and my son did not, so mighty a Man as he was?

Pippin Took:
The mightiest Man may be slain by one arrow. Boromir was pierced by many.

Gandalf the White:
Get up! [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:
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 the White:
Authority is not given to you to deny the return of the King, Steward!

Denethor:
The rule of Gondor is mine! And no other's!

Gandalf the White:
All has turned to vain ambition! He would even use his grief as a cloak! A thousand years this city has stood. Now, at the whim of a madman, it will fall. And the White Tree, the Tree of the King, will never bloom again.

Pippin Took:
Why are they still guarding it then?

Gandalf the White:
They guard it because they have hope. A faint and fading hope, that one day it will flower. A King will come, and this city will be as it once was. Before it fell into decay. The old wisdom born out of the West was forsaken. Kings made tombs more splendid than the houses of the living, and counted the names of their descent dearer than the names of their sons. Childless lords sat in aged halls, musing on heraldry, or in high cold towers asking questions of the stars. And so, the people of Gondor fell into ruin. The line of Kings failed. The White Tree withered. The rule of Gondor was given over to lesser men.

Pippin Took:
[staring towards Mordor] Mordor.

Gandalf the White:
Yes, there it lies. This city has dwelt ever in the sight of its shadow.

Pippin Took:
A storm is coming.

Gandalf the White:
This is not the weather of the world. This is a devise of Sauron's making, a broil of fume he sends ahead of his host. The Orcs of Mordor have no love of daylight. So he covers the face of the sun to ease their passage along the road to war. When the shadow of Mordor reaches this city, it will begin.

Pippin Took:
Well, Minas Tirith, very impressive. So where are we off to next?

Gandalf the White:
Oh, it's too late for that, Peregrin. There's no leaving this city. Help must come to us.

[While Frodo and Sam are sleeping, Gollum wakes up, takes the Elven bread, sprinkles some onto a sleeping Sam, and throws the bread off the cliff they are on. Sam wakes up]

Sam:
What are you up to? Sneaking off, are we?

Sméagol:
Sneaking? [indignant] S-sneaking?! Fat hobbit is always so polite. Sméagol shows them secret ways that nobody else could find, and they say "sneak"! Sneak?! Very nice friend. Oh, yes, my precious. Very nice, very nice...

Sam:
All right! All right. You just startled me is all. What were you doing?

Sméagol:
[sarcastic] Sneaking.

Sam:
Fine. Have it your own way. [Wakes Frodo] I'm sorry to wake you, Mr. Frodo. We have to be moving on.

Frodo:
It's dark still.

Sam:
It's always dark here. [Notices the bread is missing] It's gone. The Elvin bread.

Frodo:
What? That's all we have left.

[Sam looks at Gollum]

Sam:
He took it. He must have.

Sméagol:
Sméagol?! No, no, not poor Sméagol. Sméagol hates nasty Elf bread.

Sam:
You're a lying wretch! What did you do with it?!

Frodo:
He doesn't eat it. He can't have taken it.

[Gollum "notices" the crumbs on Sam's jacket]

Gollum:
Look. What's this? [Takes the crumbs off the jacket and gasps] Crumbs on his jacketses! He took it! He took it! I've seen him. He's always stuffing his face when Master's not looking.

Sam:
That's a filthy lie! [Attacks Gollum] You sneaking, two-faced sneak!

Frodo:
Sam! Stop it! Sam! [Pulls Sam away from Gollum] Sam! No!

Sam:
Oh, my! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to go so far. I was just so, so angry. Here, let's, let's just rest a bit.

Frodo:
I'm all right.

Sam:
No. You're not all right. You're exhausted. It's that Gollum. It's this place. It's that thing around your neck. I could help a bit. I could carry it for a while. [The words echo in Frodo's mind] Carry it for a while...I could carry it...I could carry it...Share the load...Share the load...The load...The load...

[Frodo pushes Sam away upon hearing the echoes]

Frodo:
Get away!!

Sam:
I don't want to keep it! I just want to help.

[A smiling Gollum appears behind Frodo]

Gollum:
See? See? He wants it for himself.

[Frodo looks at Sam in shock]

Sam:
Shut up, you! Go away! Get out of here!

Frodo:
No, Sam. It's you. I'm sorry, Sam.

[Gollum smirks; his plan is working]

Sam:
But he's a liar. He's poisoned you against me!

Frodo:
You can't help me anymore.

Sam:
You don't mean that.

Frodo:
Go home.

[Sam breaks down in tears, as Frodo and Gollum leave to continue their climb to Mordor]

Sméagol:
[talking in his sleep] Too risky, too risky. The thieves! They stole it from us. Kill them. Kill them. kill them both! [wakes up] No!

Gollum:
Shhh! Quiet! Mustn't wake them, mustn't ruin it now!

Sméagol:
But they knows, they knows. They suspects us!

Gollum:
What is it saying, my Precious, my love? Is Sméagol losing his nerve?

Sméagol:
No! Not! Never! Sméagol hates nasty Hobbitses! Smeagol wants to see them... dead.

Gollum:
And we will. Sméagol did it once, he can do it again. 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 stair.

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, or she gets 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. And when she throws away the bones, and the empty clothes, then we will find it!

Sméagol:
And take it for me!

Gollum:
[menacing] For us.

Sméagol:
[cowed] Yes, we... we meant for us.

Gollum:
[coughs] Gollum! Gollum! The Precious will be ours... once the Hobbitses are dead! [Gollum sees Sam's reflection over his shoulder, having heard everything]

Samwise Gamgee:
You treacherous little prick! [hits Sméagol and begins strangling him]

Sméagol:
No! No! Master!

Frodo Baggins:
[wakes up] No, Sam! Leave him alone!

Samwise Gamgee:
I heard it from his own mouth! He means to murder us!

Sméagol:
Never! Sméagol wouldn't hurt a fly! [screams] He's a horrid, fat Hobbit, who hates poor Sméagol, and who makes up nasty lies!

Samwise Gamgee:
You miserable little maggot! I'll stove your head in!! [lunges at Sméagol, but Frodo restrains him] Call me a liar?! You're a liar!

Frodo Baggins:
You scare him off, we're lost!

Samwise:
I don't care! I can't do it, Mr. Frodo, I won't wait around for him to kill us!

Frodo Baggins:
I'm not sending him away.

Samwise Gamgee:
You don't see it, do you? He's a damn villain.

Frodo Baggins:
We can't do this by ourselves, Sam. Not without a guide. I need you on my side.

Samwise Gamgee:
I'm on your side, Mr. Frodo.

Frodo Baggins:
I know, Sam. I know. Trust me. Come, Sméagol. [Smeagol follows Frodo and looks at Sam; Gollum grins evilly at Sam]

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