EXT. MORGUL VALLEY - NIGHT
ANGLE ON: FRODO and SAM lie asleep amidst scrubby bushes near a
stagnant pool. SMEAGOL lies nearby, muttering in his sleep.
Too risky, too risky. The thieves! They
stole it from us. Kill them . . . kill them
... kill them both!
SMEAGOL wakes suddenly, shaking, his face drenched in SWEAT,
eyes wide in horror.
SME AGO L (c ont' d)
(CON TINUED )
Final Revision - October, 2003 11.
SMEAGOL'S features suddenly transform into the MALEVOLENT
face of GOLLUM!
Mustn't wake them, mustn't ruin it now!
SMEAGOL casts a quick glance over his SHOULDER to the
SLEEPING figures of FRODO and SAM as he clambers off his ROCK
. . . silently sidling towards the EDGE of a STAGNANT POOL.
They knows, they knows, they suspects us.
SMEAGOL stares into the MURKY depths of the WATER.
The SURFACE RIPPLES as the face of GOLLUM appears as SMEAGOL'S
GOLLUM., . ,.·
What is it saying,.my Precious, my love? Is .
Smeagol losing his nerve??
No! Not! Never!! Smeagol hates nasty
Hobbitses! Smeagol wants to see: them -
And we will . . ,- Smeagol did it once. . .
. . . He can do it again.
FLASH INSERT: SMEAGOL choking DEAGOL . . . Fingers locked tight
around his THROAT.
It's ours - ours!
Final Revision - October, 2003 12,
We must get the Precious. We must get it
Patience, patience, my love. First we must
lead them to her.
We lead them to the windy stairs.
Yes, the stairs ... and then?
Up, up, up, up the stairs we go . . . until
we come to . . .
... the Tunnel!
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
And they doesn't taste very nice, does
they, Precious? .
No . . . not very nice at all, my love. She
hungers for sweeter meats . . .
CLOSE ON: SAM . . . his EYES flicker OPEN . . .
"Hobbit meat." And when She throws away the
bones and the empty clothes, then we will
find it . . .
And take it for Me!
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For us . . .
Yes, we, we meant for us . . .
Go Hum! Go Hum!
The Precious will be ours once the
Hobbitses are dead!
SUDDEN ANGLE ON: SAM image mirrored in the water as he SMACKS
GOLLUM on the HEAD with his POT!
(yelling) ,· .
You treacherous little toad!
SAM drops the POT and FLINGS himself ON TOP of GOLLUM! GOLLUM
SCREAMS . . . his ARMS and LEGS FLAILING WILDLY!
No! Not! Help! Master!
ANGLE ON: FRODO staggers over to SAM and PULLS HIM OFF
No, Sam! Leave him alone!
CLOSE ON: GOLLUM, huddled on the ground WHIMPERING and
I heard it from his own mouth he means
to murder us!
Final Revision - October, 2003 14
CONTINUED: ( 4 )
Never! Smeagol wouldn't hurt a fly!
He's a horrid, fat Hobbit who hates Smeagol
and who makes up nasty lies!
SAM makes for SMEAGOL again . . . with a look of MURDEROUS
You miserable little maggot! I'll stove
your head in!
FRODO grabs SAM'S ARM.
Sm. . .
Call me a liar! You're a liar!
Sam! If you scare him off, we're lost.
SAM pulls away from FRODO . . .
I don't care! I can't do it, Mr Frodo. I
won' t wait around for him to kill us !
I'm not sending him away.
SAM stares at FRODO . . . at a loss.
You don't see it, do you? He's a villain!
We can't do this by ourselves, Sam. Not
without a guide. I need you on my side.
ANGLE ON: SAM, his face softening.
Final Revision - October, 2003 15.
I'm on your side, Mr Frodo.
I know, Sam, I know.
You must trust me.
FRODO beckons to GOLLUM.
GOLLUM turns slowly, staring at SAM through hooded, HATE-FILLED
EYES ... and SMILES.