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INT. ORTHANC ANTE-CHAMBER -- NIGHT

Saruman stands over the Palantir, his hands cupping the
massive eye.

                    SARUMAN
              (whisper)
          The power of Isengard is at your command,
          Sauron, Lord of the Earth.

ON THE SOUNDTRACK: BLACK SPEECH FILLS THE ROOM...ADMIST THE

HARSH, GUTTURAL WORDS THE VOICE OF SARUMAN EMERGES.

                    SAURON
          Build me an army worth of Mordor.

INT. ORTHANC ANTE-CHAMBER -- NIGHT

Saruman is seated as his ORC OVERSEER approaches.

                    ORC OVERSEER
          What orders from Mordor, my Lord. What
          does the eye command?

                    SARUMAN
          We have work to do.

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INT. ISENGARD -- NIGHT

CLOSE ON: GANDALF...lying unconscious on a cold obsidian
floor. He wakes to the sound of ripping and tearing...rising
onto his knees...lifting his head... Gandalf stands as the
camera pulls back to reveal him stranded on the summit of
Orthanc. He is marooned on the tiny, flat peak, surrounded
on all sides by a sheer 500 FOOT DROP. Another whispering
wail rends the air. Gandalf crosses quickly to the edge and
peers down: POV: One of the beautiful Isengard trees is being
ripped from the ground by the ORCS. Gandalf looks on in
Horror as ORCS hack into the trunk with axes.

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SARUMAN stands in Rain looking out into the dark night...the
ORC overseer sidles up to him, axe in hand, sweating with
exertion.

                    ORC OVERSEER
          The trees are strong, my Lord. Their
          roots go deep.

                    SARUMAN
          Rip them all down.

CAMERA CIRCLES SUMMIT: MORE AND MORE TREES are hauled down
and killed...as Gandalf looks on in helpless despair.