User:Amroth/Screenplays/Peter Jackson's The Fellowship of the Ring/At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
EXT. BREE GATE -- NIGHT
Lights of Bree...a small village of stone and half timbered
houses nestled against a low wooded hill.
A thick hedge surrounds the village...a great gate bars the
FRODO, SAM, MERRY AND PIPPIN approaching the gatehouse...wild
eyes, ragged, and out of breath.
A SURLY GATEKEEPER glances down at them.
What do you want?
We're headed for the prancing pony.
The gatekeeper swings his lantern onto the hobbits, bathing
them in an uncomfortable yellow spotlight.
Hobbits! Four Hobbits, and what's more,
out of the Shire by your talk. What
business brings you to Bree?
We wish to stay at the inn...our business
is our own. To Frodo's relief, the
Gatekeeper unlocks the gate.
All right, young sir, I meant no offense.
The Hobbits gratefully enter Bree...the gatekeeper eyeing
them curiously in the lantern light.
It's my job to ask questions after
nightfall. There's talk of strange fold
abroad...can't be too careful.
EXT. BREE STREETS -- NIGHT
The tall BREE FOLK loom over the nervous little hobbits as
Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin make their way through the
Narrow Streets. Tall buildings tower above them...lights
glow dimly from behind thick curtains.
Close on: The sign of the "PRANCING PONY INN"...Frodo, Sam,
Merry, and Pippin hurry toward it.
INT. "PRANCING PONY" RECEPTION -- NIGHT
Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin come rushing in. Frodo attracts
the INN KEEPERS'S attention.
Good evening, little masters. If you're
seeking accommodation, we've got some
nice, cozy Hobbit sized rooms available,
Underhill...my name's Underbill.
We're friends of Gandalf the Grey...can
you tell him we've arrived? BUTTERBUR
Oh yes! I remember...elderly chap...big
grey beard...pointy hat? Frodo nods with
relief...Butterbur shakes his head.
Not seen him for six months. Frodo is
What do we do now?
INT. PRANCING PONY INN -- NIGHT
Wide on: the noise, smokey Inn. It is dimly lit, cheifly
from a blazing log fire...and crowded with a mixture of BIG
FOLK, LOCAL HOBBITS, and a couple of dwarfs. Frodo, Sam,
Merry and Pippin are sitting at a table against the wall...
clearly trying to remain Quiet and inconspicuous... Sam can't
help himself...he keeps casting nervous glances around.
Sam, he'll be here. He'll come.
Merry ploinks himself down at a table, carrying a very large
mug of beer.
This, my friend, is a pint.
It comes in pints? I'm getting one!
Sam watches Pippin rise unsteadily to his feet and head to
You've had a whole half already. Merry
watches Pippin go.
A COUPLE OF SWARTHY MEN leaning against the bar glance at
Frodo, then quickly look away.
That fellow's done nothing but stare at
you since we've arrived.
Sam indicates a BROODING STRANGER who sits alone at a table
in the far corner, smoking a curiously carved long stemmed
pipe, peering from beneath a travel stained cowl with
gleaming eyes. Frodo gestures to Butterbur...
Excuse me, that man in the corner, who is
He's one of them Rangers; they're
dangerous folk they are, wandering the
wilds. What his right name is, I never
heard, but round here he's known as
BENEATH TABLE: FRODO'S fingers are nervously TOYING WITH THE
CLOSE ON: FRODO
Sweat runs down his brow. The Strange hum of the Ring spills
into the Soundtrack.
"Baggins...Baggins..." a creepy whisper seems to fill Frodo's
head...sound that dissolves into Pippin's loud voice:
Baggins? Sure, I know a Baggins...he's
ANGLE ON: PIPPIN
sitting at the bar, chatting with Locals. Frodo leaps to his
feet and pushes his way towards the bar.
Frodo Baggins. He's my second cousin
once removed, on his mother's side and my
third cousin twice removed on his
father's side...if you follow me.
Frodo grabs Pippin's sleeve, spilling his beer.
Steady on, Frodo!
Pippin pushes Frodo away...he stumbles backwards, and falls
to the floor. At that instant, the Inn goes silent and all
the attention turns to Frodo...
The ring...in agonizing Slow motion we watch as it seems to
hang in the air for a split second...then crashes down onto
his out stretched finger. FRODO VANISHES! There is a sharp
intake of breath...followed by total silence.
EXT. BREE COUNTRYSIDE -- NIGHT
The RINGWRAITHS turn sharply in their saddles...Instantly
aware that the ring is being worn. They spur their horses
towards the distant lights of Bree.
INT. "PRANCING PONY" INN -- NIGHT
Sam looks sick; Pippin instantly sobers, realizing his folly;
the brooding stranger frowns...and the inn erupts into
IN THE TWILIGHT WORLD:
FRODO: as he finds himself in the TWILIGHT WORLD of the ring:
THE EXCITED CROWD ARE suddenly moving in slow
motion...distorted voices...a weird photographic negative
quality. FRODO is moving in real time; against the slow
motion background. He suddenly clutches his head as he is
hit with quick images...of a GREAT EYE! AN EVIL CAT-LIKE
EYE, wreathed in flames.
VOICE OF SAURON
There is no life here in the void...only cold...only death...
FRODO is terrified! He rolls under a table, desperately
pulling the ring from his finger. FRODO MATERIALIZES into the
real world. AT THAT MOMENT: A LARGE HAND reaches under the
table and Grabs Frodo by the collar, and DRAGS HIM AWAY!
INT. PRANCING PONY--CORRIDOR -- NIGHT
Frodo is roughly pushed against the wall. The Brooding
stranger looms over him.
You draw far too much attention to
INT. HOBBIT'S ROOM, PRANCING PONY -- NIGHT
Frodo is pushed into the Hobbit's room by Strider.
What do you want?
A little more caution from you...that is
no trinket you carry.
I carry nothing.
Indeed? I can usually avoid being seen
if I wish, but to disappear entirely...
that is a rare gift.
Who are you?
Are you frightened?
Not nearly frightened enough. I know
what hunts you. Frodo jumps at the sound
of a noise in the corridor. Strider
deftly draws his sword.
The door bursts open and Sam, Merry and Pippin appear on the
doorway. Sam is Squaring off with is fists, Merry brandishes
a candlestick, and Pippin a chair.
Let him go or I'll have you, Longshanks!
STRIDER SHEATHS his sword, a slight smile playing on his
You have a stout heart, little Hobbit,
but that alone won't save you...You can
no longer wait for the Wizard, Frodo.