The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

Sméagol!

I've got one!

I've got a fish, Sméag. Sméagol!

Pull it in. Go on. Go on. Go on. Pull it in.

Déagol!

Déagol?

Déagol.

Give us that, Déagol, my love.

Why?

Because

it's my birthday and I wants it.

My precious.

They cursed us.

Murderer.

‘Murderer’ they called us.

They cursed us and drove us away.

Gollum.

And we wept, precious.

We wept to be so alone.

And cool So nice for feet

And we only wish To catch a fish

So juicy sweet

And we forgot the taste of bread

the sound of trees

the softness of the wind.

We even forgot our own name.

My precious.

Wake up!

Wake up, sleepies.

We must go, yes.

We must go at once.

Haven't you had any sleep, Mr. Frodo?

I've gone and had too much.

Must be getting late.

No.

It isn't.

It isn't midday yet.

The days are growing darker.

Come on!

Must go! No time!

Not before Mr. Frodo's had something to eat.

No time to lose, silly.

Here.

What about you?

Oh, no, I'm not hungry. Leastways, not for lembas bread.

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, Mr. Frodo.

I've rationed it.

There should be enough.

For what?

The journey home.

Come, Hobbitses.

Very close now.

Very close to Mordor.

No safe places here.

Hurry.

I feel like I'm back at The Green Dragon

after a hard day's work.

Only, you've never done a hard day's work.

Welcome, my lords

to Isengard!

You young rascals!

A merry hunt you've led us on

and now we find you feasting and and smoking!

We are sitting on a field of victory

enjoying a few well-earned comforts.

The salted pork is particularly good.

Salted pork?

Huh. Hobbits.

We're under orders from Treebeard

who's taken over management of Isengard.

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

locked in his tower.

And there Saruman must remain under your guard, Treebeard.

Well, let's just have his head and be done with it.

No.

He has no power anymore.

The filth of Saruman

is washing away.

Trees will come back to live here.

Young trees.

- Wild trees. - Pippin!

Bless my bark!

Peregrin Took!

I'll take that, my lad.

Quickly, now.

Tonight we remember those who gave their blood

to defend this country.

Hail the victorious dead.

Hail!

Be thou, Aragorn, well.

I am happy for you.

He is an honorable man.

You are both honorable men.

It was not Théoden of Rohan who led our people to victory.

Ah, don't listen to me.

You are young.

And tonight is for you.

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 drink your fancy ales You can drink 'em by the flagon

But the only brew for the brave and true

Comes from The Green Dragon

Thank you! I win!

No news of Frodo?

No word. Nothing.

We have time.

Every day, Frodo moves closer to Mordor.

Do we know that?

What does your heart tell you?

That Frodo is alive.

Yes.

Yes, he's alive.

Too risky. Too risky.

Thieves.

They stole it from us.

Kill them. Kill them. Kill them both.

Shh! Quiet! Mustn't wake them.

Mustn't ruin it now.

But they knows.

They knows.

They suspects us.

What's it saying, my precious, my love?

Is Sméagol losing his nerve?

No. Not.

Never. Sméagol hates nasty Hobbitses.

Sméagol wants to see them dead.

And we will.

Sméagol did it once. He can do it again.

It's ours!

Ours!

We must get the precious. We must get it back.

Patience! Patience, my love.

First we must lead them to her.

We lead them to the Winding Stair.

Yes, the stairs. And then?

Up, 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 Orcses.

And they doesn't taste very nice, does they, precious?

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.

And take it for me!

For us.

Yes. We meant 'for us'.

Gollum. Gollum.

The precious will be ours

once the Hobbitses are dead!

You treacherous little toad!

No! No! Master!

No, Sam! Leave him alone!

I heard it from his own mouth. He means to murder us.

Never! Sméagol wouldn't hurt a fly.

He's a horrid,

fat Hobbit

who hates Sméagol

and who makes up nasty lies.

You miserable little maggot! I'll stove your head in!

Sam!

Call me a liar? You're a liar!

- You scare him off, we're lost! - 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.

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.

I'm on your side, Mr. Frodo.

I know, Sam. I know.

Trust me.

Come, Sméagol.

The stars are veiled.

Something stirs in the east.

A sleepless malice.

The Eye of the enemy is moving.

What are you doing?

Pippin!

Pippin?

Pippin.

- What, are you mad? - I just want to look at it.

Just one more time.

Put it back.

Pippin.

No!

Pippin.