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.

Smeagol: Déagol!

Smeagol: Déagol?

Déagol.

Give us that, déagol, my love.

Why?

Because...

It's my birthday and I wants it.

My precious.

Gollum: They cursed us.

Murderer.

"Murderer" they called us.

They cursed us and drove us away.

Gollum.

Gollum.

Gollum.

And we wept, precious.

We wept to be so alone.

And cool 80 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!

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.

Frodo:

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.

Gollum: No time to lose, silly.

Sam: Here.

What about you?

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

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.

Gollum: Come, hobbitses.

Very close now.

Very close to mordor.

No safe places here.

Hurry.

Merry: It's good.

Definitely from the shire.

Long bottom leaf.

I feel like I'm back at the green dragon.

- Mmm. Green dragon. - A mug of ale in my hand.

Putting my feet up on a settle 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.

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...

Locked in his tower.

Show yourself.

Be careful.

Even in defeat, saruman is dangerous.

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

We need him alive.

Saruman: You have fought many wars and slain many men, théoden king...

And made peace afterwards.

Can we not take counsel together as we once did, my old friend?

Can we not have peace, you and I?

We shall have peace.

We shall have peace...

When you answer for the burning of the westfold...

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.

Gibbets and crows?

What do you want, Gandalf greyhame?

Let me guess. The key of orthanc.

Or perhaps the keys of barad-dur itself...

Along with the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards!

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 counsel.

So you have come here for information.

I have some for you.

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're all going to die.

But you know this, don't you, Gandalf?

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.

I've heard enough!

Shoot him. Stick an arrow in his gob.

Gandalf: No.

Come down, saruman...

- And your life will be spared. - Save your pity and your mercy.

I have no use for it!

Gandalf: Saruman...

Your staff is broken.

Grima, you need not follow him.

You were not always as you are now.

You were once a man of Rohan.

Come down.

A man of Rohan?

What is the house of Rohan...

But a thatched barn where brigands 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.

Come down.

Be free of him.

- Free? He will never be free. - No.

Get down, cur!

Saruman!

You were deep in the enemy's counsel.

Tell us what you know!

You withdraw your guard, and I will tell you where your doom will be decided.

I will not be held prisoner here.

Send word to all our allies...

And to every corner of middle-earth that still stands free.

The enemy moves against us. We need to know where he will strike.

The filth of saruman...

Is washing away.

Trees will come back to live here.

Young trees.

- Wild trees. - Pippin!

Bless my bark!

Gandalf: Peregrin took!

I'll take that, my lad.

Quickly, now.

Theoden: Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country.

Hail the victorious dead.

All: Hail!

No pauses.

- No spills. - And no regurgitation.

So it's a drinking game?

Last one standing wins.

Man: What'll we drink to? Let's drink to victory!

Men: To victory!

Theoden: 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.

Here, here.

It's the dwarves that go swimming with little, hairy women.

I feel something.

A slight tingle in my fingers.

I think it's affecting me.

What did I say?

He can't hold his liquor.

Game over.

Merry & pippin: Oh, you can search far and wide

you can drink the whole town dry

but you'll never find a beer so brown but you'll never find a beer so brown

as the one we drink in our hometown 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

pippin!

Merry & pippin: But the only brew for the brave and true

comes from the green dragon

Merry: Thank you! I win!

No news of Frodo?

No word. Nothing.