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Peter Jackson's The Two Towers screenplay

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                            THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS


                                      Screenplay by
                       Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh and Philippa Boyens.

                          Based on "The Lord of The Rings" trilogy by
                                      J.R.R Tolkien.
 

                                 Transcription credits

                         Accela, Aina, Bad burn, Bridget Chubb,
                         Brionn Equus (Lochrann), Drusilia, Elf
                         Lady, Éowyn Unquendor, Feanari, Finafyr,
                         Flourish, Galadriel, Heri, Julamb, JustinsIce(Mdjasrie),
                         Kazren, Krystal, LadyÉowynKenobi, Lady
                         Evenstar, Legolas’Bow, Lithorose, Melody,
                         Mormegil, Nilmandra, Padfoot, Penwiper,
                         Pilgrim Grey, Primula Baggins, Randy
                         Savage, Samwise the Brave, Sirius Black,
                         Tethra, The Lidless Eye, Turnar, Xyla,
                         Yaksha
 
                         Elvish dialogue from The Elvish Linguistic
                         Fellowship.
 



                           [TITLE: THE LORD OF THE RINGS]



                         [Camera pans over the Misty Mountains
                         as voices drift in from the background.]
 
                         
                                     GANDALF
                         You cannot pass!

                                     FRODO
                         Gandalf!

                                     GANDALF
                         I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder
                         of the Flame of Anor!
 
                         [Camera pans closer to the mountain
                         side.]
 
                                     GANDALF
                         Argh! Go back to the shadow. The Dark
                         Fire will not avail you, Flame of Udûn!
                         [Camera zooms in through the mountain
                         and focuses on Gandalf and the Balrog
                         on the bridge of Khazad-dûm. The Balrog
                         strikes down on Gandalf with its flaming
                         sword. Gandalf parries the blow with
                         Glamdring, shattering the Balrog’s sword.]
                         YOU… SHALL NOT... PASS!!!
 
                         [Gandalf strikes his staff onto the
                         bridge. As the Balrog steps forward,
                         the bridge collapses from under it and
                         the demon plunges backward into the
                         chasm. Gandalf, exhausted, leans on
                         his staff and watches the Balrog fall
                         then turns to follow the others. At
                         the last minute, the flaming whip lashes
                         up from the depths of the abyss and
                         winds around Gandalf’s ankle, dragging
                         him over the edge. He clings onto the
                         bridge but is straining to keep his
                         grip.]
 
                                     GANDALF
                         Argh!

                         [Frodo rushes forward but Boromir restrains
                         him.]
 
                                     BOROMIR
                         No! No!

                                     FRODO
                         Gandalf!

                                     GANDALF
                         Fly, you fools!

                         [Gandalf loses his grip and falls into
                         the chasm]
 
                                     FRODO
                         Noooooooooooooooo!!!!

                         [Gandalf loses his grip and falls into
                         the chasm]
 
                                     FRODO
                         [Calls after Gandalf as he falls into
                         the abyss] Gaaandaaaaalf!!
 
                         [Gandalf falls after the Balrog and
                         grabs hold of his sword Glamdring on
                         his way down. As they continue to plunge
                         into the depths, Gandalf hacks away
                         at the Balrog even as it thrashes and
                         bounces off the walls. They continue
                         to plunge at great speed, sometimes
                         with Gandalf clinging to the horn of
                         the demon. The battling pair then falls
                         into an enormous cavern and plunges
                         into the water. Just then Frodo awakens
                         as if from a nightmare.]
 
                                     FRODO
                         Gandalf!

                                     SAM
                         What is it, Mr. Frodo?

                                     FRODO
                         Nothing. Just a dream. [Lies back down.]
 
                         
                         [Frodo and Sam climbs over the rocky
                         terrain Emyn Muil. They look into the
                         distance at the Mountain of Fire.]
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         Mordor. The one place in Middle-earth
                         we don’t want to see any closer, and
                         the one place we’re trying to get to.
                         It’s just where we can’t get. Let’s
                         face it, Mr. Frodo, we’re lost. I don’t
                         think Gandalf meant for us to come this
                         way.
 
                                     FRODO
                         He didn’t mean for a lot of things to
                         happen, Sam... but they did.
 
                         [Suddenly Frodo feels and sees the Eye
                         zooming in on him. He gasps and pants
                         as he backs away.]
 
                                     SAM
                         Mr. Frodo? It’s the Ring, isn’t it?
 
                         
                                     FRODO
                         It’s getting heavier. [Clutches the
                         Ring by his chest and sits down, still
                         panting. He then fumbles for his water
                         bottle and takes a sip.]
 
                                     FRODO
                         What food have we got left?

                                     SAM
                         Well, let me see. [He takes out a package
                         of lembas bread from his pack] Oh yes,
                         lovely – Lembas bread. And look! [He
                         digs deeper into his pack] More lembas
                         bread.
 
                         [Sam shows another package. He then
                         breaks off a piece and tosses it to
                         Frodo, and munches on a piece himself.]
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         I don't usually hold with foreign food,
                         but this Elvish stuff, it’s not bad.
 
                         
                                     FRODO
                         [smiles] Nothing ever dampens your spirits,
                         does it Sam?
 
                         [Sam smiles back, and then looks ominously
                         towards Mordor.]
 
                                     SAM
                         Those rain clouds might.

                         [They continue trekking through difficult
                         terrain, often huddling underneath their
                         cloaks.]
 
                                     SAM
                         [Looks around] This looks strangely
                         familiar.
 
                                     FRODO
                         [Exasperated] It’s because we’ve been
                         here before! We’re going in circles.
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         Ah! What's that 'orrid stink? I'll warrant
                         there's a nasty bog nearby. Can you
                         smell it?
 
                                     FRODO
                         Yes. I can smell it. [Drops to a whisper]
                         We’re not alone.
 
                                     [NIGHTTIME
                         Frodo and Sam are sleeping. A dark shape
                         appears on top of the cliff. The creature
                         Gollum has appeared and is making his
                         way down to the hobbits.]
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         The thieves! The thieves! The filthy
                         little thieves! Where is it? Where isss
                         it? They stole it from us. My preciousss.
                         [Gollum creeps closer and closer.] Curse
                         them! We hates them! It’s ours, it is...
                         and we wantssss it!
 
                         [Gollum reaches out his hand towards
                         the hobbits. Suddenly the hobbits spring
                         up, grab hold of Gollum’s arms and pull
                         him down. Amidst the struggle, Gollum
                         wriggles loose and leaps onto Frodo.
                         As Frodo falls back, the chain and Ring
                         around his neck is revealed and Gollum
                         jumps straight for the Ring. Sam tries
                         to grab at him but is knocked away.
                         Gollum now jumps on top of Frodo and
                         tries to reach for the Ring even as
                         Frodo grabs his hands and tries to push
                         him away. Gollum’s cheeks puff with
                         exertion as he struggles with Frodo,
                         his enormous eyes fixed on the Ring.
                         Sam grabs hold of Gollum again and tears
                         him away from Frodo. Gollum then turns
                         around and bites Sam on the shoulder,
                         wriggles around and clasps his arms
                         around Sam’s neck and legs around his
                         waist in a death grip. Frodo unsheathes
                         Sting and holds it to Gollum's throat.]
 
                         
                                     FRODO
                         [menacingly] This is Sting. You’ve seen
                         it before, haven’t you... Gollum! Release
                         him or I’ll cut your throat!
 
                         [Slowly, Gollum loosens his grip on
                         Sam and as the latter disentangles himself,
                         Gollum wails. In the next scene, Gollum
                         is being dragged with Sam's Elvish rope
                         around his neck, wailing and writhing
                         in pain.]
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         It burns! It burns us! It freezes! Nasty
                         Elves twisted it. Take it off us!
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         Quiet you!

                         [Sam tugs fiercely at the rope. Gollum
                         cries some more and collapses onto his
                         back. Sam turns to Frodo in dismay.]
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         It’s hopeless! Every Orc in Mordor’s
                         going to hear this racket! Let’s just
                         tie him up and leave him.
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         No! That would kill us! Kill us!

                                     SAM
                         It’s no more than you deserve!

                                     FRODO
                         Maybe he does deserve to die, but now
                         that I see him, I do pity him.
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         [Begging] We be nice to them if they
                         be nice to us. Take it off us. We swears
                         to do what you wants. We swears.
 
                                     FRODO
                         There’s no promise you can make that
                         I can trust.
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         We swears to serve the master of the
                         preciousss. We swears on... on the precious.
                         *Gollum. Gollum.*
 
                                     FRODO
                         The Ring is treacherous. It will hold
                         you to your word.
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         Yes... on the preciousss. On the preciousss.
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         I don’t believe you! [Gollum backs away,
                         frightened, and climbs onto a boulder]
                         Get down! I said, down!
 
                         [Sam jerks strongly at the rope as Gollum
                         tries to get away from him. He crashes
                         onto the ground, choking.]
 
                                     FRODO
                         Sam!

                                     SAM
                         He’s trying to trick us! We let him
                         go he’ll throttle us in our sleep!
 
                         
                         [Gollum lies panting and holding his
                         throat. He backs away, frightened, as
                         Frodo approaches him.]
 
                                     FRODO
                         You know the way to Mordor?

                                     GOLLUM
                         [nods warily] Yes...

                                     FRODO
                         You’ve been there before?

                                     GOLLUM
                         [nods again] Yes...

                         [Frodo reaches out and takes the rope
                         noose off Gollum’s neck. Gollum seems
                         surprised and relieved.]
 
                                     FRODO
                         You will lead us to the Black Gate.
 
                         
                         [Gollum scrambles off in the direction
                         of Morannon and the hobbits follow in
                         his wake.]
 


                         [A band of Uruk-hai marches across the
                         plain, with two hobbits bound to the
                         backs of two Uruk-hai. Pippin tries
                         to call to Merry, who is unconscious
                         with a gash on his right brow.]
 
                                     PIPPIN
                         Merry. Merry! [He receives no response.]
 
                         
                         [Suddenly, an Uruk-hai puts up his hand
                         and signals a stop.]
 
                                     UGLÚK
                         What is it? What do you smell?

                                     MAN-FLESH URUK
                         [sniffs the air] Man-flesh.

                                     PIPPIN
                         [quietly to himself] Aragorn!

                                     UGLÚK
                         They've picked up our trail! Let's move!
 
                         
                         [The Uruk-hai quicken their pace. Pippin
                         struggles to reach his Elven brooch
                         with his teeth. He then tears it off
                         his cloak and drops it onto the ground.
                         A foot stomps onto the brooch but it
                         remains unbroken and visible on the
                         grass.]
 
                         [Aragorn is lying with his eyes closed
                         and ear pressed to the ground, listening
                         for the sound of footsteps.]
 
                                     ARAGORN
                         Their pace has quickened. [He looks
                         up.] They must have caught our scent.
                         Hurry! [He runs off.]
 
                                     LEGOLAS
                         Come on, Gimli! [Looks back at Gimli
                         and then runs after Aragorn]
 
                                     GIMLI
                         [pauses in his steps and huffs] Three
                         days’ and nights’ pursuit. No food.
                         No rest. And no sign of our quarry but
                         what bare rock can tell. [Runs after
                         his companions.]
 
                         [The Three Hunters run across rocks
                         and plains, with Aragorn in the lead,
                         followed by Legolas and Gimli. From
                         time to time, Legolas looks back to
                         make sure that Gimli is keeping up.
                         Aragorn suddenly bends down to pick
                         up an Elven brooch from the ground.]
 
                         
                                     ARAGORN
                         Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall.
 
                         
                                     LEGOLAS
                         [stops and turns to Aragorn.] They may
                         yet be alive.
 
                                     ARAGORN
                         Less than a day ahead of us. Come! [Runs
                         off again]
 
                         [Gimli stumbles from behind some rocks
                         and rolls to the ground]
 
                                     LEGOLAS
                         Come, Gimli! We are gaining on them!
 
                         
                                     GIMLI
                         [Panting] I am wasted on cross-country!
                         We dwarves are natural sprinters! Very
                         dangerous over short distances!
 
                         [The trackers come over a hill and pause
                         as they gaze across the plains below.]
 
                         

                                     ARAGORN
                         Rohan. Home of the horse-lords. There
                         is something strange at work here. Some
                         evil gives speed to these creatures,
                         sets its will against us.
 
                         [Legolas runs ahead and looks out to
                         the horizon.]
 
                                     ARAGORN
                         Legolas, what do your Elf eyes see?
 
                         
                                     LEGOLAS
                         The Uruks turn northeast. They’re taking
                         the hobbits to Isengard!
 
                                     ARAGORN
                         Saruman.



                         [The tower of Orthanc stands amidst
                         the smoking caverns of Isengard. Saruman
                         stands in his chamber, communicating
                         with the Dark Lord through the Palantír.]
 
                         
                                     SARUMAN (V.O.)
                         The world is changing. [View changes
                         to the tower of Barad-dûr, with its
                         huge Orc armies on a bridge.] Who now
                         has the strength to stand against the
                         armies of Isengard and Mordor? To stand
                         against the might of Sauron and Saruman
                         and the union of the two towers?
 
                         [Camera pans upwards along the height
                         of the tower of Barad-dûr until the
                         flaming Eye is in view.]
 
                                     SARUMAN (V.O.)
                         Together, my lord Sauron, we shall rule
                         this Middle-earth.
 
                         [The trees around Isengard are being
                         ripped down, chopped up and used to
                         feed huge furnaces. The caverns of Isengard
                         glow with the fires of industry, sounds
                         of hammering fill the air and molten
                         iron is poured into casts to forge weapons.]
 
                         
                                     SARUMAN (V.O.)
                         The old world will burn in the fires
                         of industry. The forests will fall.
                         A new order will rise. We will drive
                         the machine of war with the sword and
                         the spear and the iron fists of the
                         Orc. We have only to remove those who
                         oppose us.
 
                         [Saruman stands in the midst of a gathering
                         of Dunlanders.]
 
                                     SARUMAN
                         The horsemen took your land. They drove
                         your people into the hills to scratch
                         a living off rocks.
 
                                     DUNLAND MAN
                         Murderers!

                                     SARUMAN
                         Take back the lands they stole from
                         you! Burn every village!
 
                                     CROWD
                         [Roars with approval] Argh!!

                         [They stomp off to destroy the villages
                         of Rohan as Saruman stands coldly still
                         among the stampede. A Rohan village
                         is in pandemonium as people try to escape
                         the on-coming pillage.]
 
                                     SARUMAN (V.O.)
                         It will begin in Rohan. Too long have
                         these peasants stood against you. But
                         no more.
 
                         [A woman with her hand on a horse calls
                         out to her children.]
 
                                     MORWEN
                         Éothain! Éothain! You take your sister.
                         You’ll go faster with just two.
 
                                     FREDA
                         [As Morwen puts her onto the horse in
                         front of her brother] Papa says Éothain
                         must not ride Garulf, he is too big
                         for him!
 
                                     MORWEN
                         Listen to me. You must ride to Edoras
                         and raise the alarm. Do you understand
                         me?
 
                                     ÉOTHAIN
                         Yes, Ma!

                                     FREDA
                         [starts to cry] I don’t wanna leave!
                         I don't wanna go, Mama!
 
                                     MORWEN
                         Freda, I will find you there.

                         [A woman screams]

                                     MORWEN
                         Quickly!

                         [The children ride off.]

                                     MORWEN
                         [Looks after them] Go child!

                         [Dunlanders and Uruk-hai enter the village,
                         burning everything in sights as the
                         Rohirrim scream and run in all directions.
                         Éothain and Freda weep as they look
                         back from a distance.]
 
                                     SARUMAN (V.O.)
                         Rohan, my lord, is ready to fall.

                         [A group of horsemen ride to Edoras.
                         Éomer is in the lead, carrying a gravely
                         wounded Théodred.]
 
                         [Éowyn runs hastily up the stairs to
                         the Golden Hall and enters a bedchamber.
                         She runs to the bed.]
 
                                     ÉOWYN
                         Théodred!

                         [Théodred seems to hear her call but
                         is unable to respond. He has a bloody
                         gash on the side of his head. Éomer
                         nods to Éowyn in the direction of Théodred’s
                         torso. Éowyn draws back the covers and
                         upon seeing Théodred’s fatal wound,
                         her lips tighten and eyes close. She
                         looks up to catch Éomer’s eye.]
 
                         [Éomer and Éowyn are speaking to Théoden-king
                         who sits motionless on his throne, wizened,
                         and aged beyond his years.]
 
                                     ÉOWYN
                         Your son is badly wounded, my lord.
 
                         
                                     ÉOMER
                         He was ambushed by Orcs. If we don’t
                         defend our country, Saruman will take
                         it by force.
 
                                     GRÍMA
                         That is a lie! [Appears from the shadows.]
                         Saruman the White has ever been our
                         friend and ally.
 
                                     THÉODEN
                         [mumbles feebly] Gríma… Gríma… [Gríma
                         leans down close to the King.]My son...?
                         Gríma...?
 
                                     ÉOMER
                         Orcs are roaming freely across our lands.
                         Unchecked. Unchallenged. Killing at
                         will. Orcs bearing the white hand of
                         Saruman. [He drops a helmet onto the
                         ground, which topples over to reveal
                         the white hand of Saruman.]
 
                                     GRÍMA
                         Why do you lay these troubles on an
                         already troubled mind. Can you not see?
                         Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent,
                         your war-mongering.
 
                                     ÉOMER
                         War-mongering?

                         [Éomer grabs Gríma and pins him against
                         a pillar.]
 
                                     ÉOMER
                         How long is it since Saruman bought
                         you? What was the promised price, Gríma?
                         When all the men are dead you will take
                         your share of the treasure?
 
                         [Gríma’s eyes flicks to right, watching
                         Éowyn as she walks by. Éowyn stops to
                         stare back for a moment before departing
                         form the hall. Éomer jerks Gríma again
                         and clutches his hand around Gríma’s
                         jaw.]
 
                                     ÉOMER
                         Too long have you watched my sister,
                         too long have you haunted her steps.
 
                         
                         [Gríma's eyes look to the left and relax
                         as Éomer is suddenly pulled off Gríma
                         by his thugs.]
 
                                     GRÍMA
                         You see much Éomer, Son of Éomund. Too
                         much. [The thugs punch Éomer n the stomach]
                         You are banished forthwith from the
                         kingdom of Rohan. Under pain of death!
 
                         
                                     ÉOMER
                         [Being dragged away] Argh!!



                         [Uruk-hai and Orcs continue to march
                         across the plains with their hobbit
                         captives, with Aragorn, Legolas, and
                         Gimli hot on their pursuits.]
 
                                     GIMLI
                         Keep breathing! That’s the key! Breathe!
                         Ho!
 
                                     LEGOLAS
                         They’ve run as if the very whips of
                         their masters were behind them.
 
                         [They continue running over vast distances.
                         The Uruk-hai and Orcs halt at nightfall,
                         many panting with exertion.]
 
                                     MORDOR ORC
                         We’re not going no further till we’ve
                         had a breather!
 
                                     UGLÚK
                         Get a fire going!

                         [As the Orcs and Uruk-hai take their
                         rest, Pippin crawls over towards Merry.]
 
                         
                                     PIPPIN
                         Merry! Merry!

                                     MERRY
                         [opens his eyes] I think... we might
                         have made a mistake leaving the Shire,
                         Pippin.
 
                         [A group of Orcs chops down the trees
                         nearby for firewood. Low groans and
                         rumbles start to emerge from the forest.]
 
                         
                                     PIPPIN
                         What’s making that noise?

                                     MERRY
                         [looks towards the forest] It’s the
                         trees.
 
                                     PIPPIN
                         What?

                                     MERRY
                         Do you remember the Old Forest? On the
                         borders of Buckland? Folk used to say
                         that there was something in the water
                         that made the trees grow tall... and
                         come alive.
 
                                     PIPPIN
                         Alive?

                                     MERRY
                         Trees that could whisper. Talk to each
                         other. Even move.
 
                                     MAÚHUR
                         I'm starving. We ain't 'ad nothin' but
                         maggoty bread for three stinkin' days!
 
                         
                                     SNAGA
                         Yeah. Why can’t we have some meat? [His
                         eyes rest on the hobbits.] What about
                         them? They’re fresh.
 
                                     UGLÚK
                         They are not for eating!

                                     GRISHNÁKH
                         What about their legs? They don't need
                         those. Ooh… They look tasty!
 
                                     UGLÚK
                         [Shoves at the Orcs] Get back, scum!
 
                         
                         [The other Orcs are getting restless.]
 
                         
                                     MORDOR ORC
                         Carve them up!

                                     SNAGA
                         [Moves towards the hobbits with his
                         blade drawn] Just a mouth full.
 
                                     UGLÚK
                         No!

                         [Pippin and Merry recoil in fright.
                         Uglúk jumps on the Orc and cuts off
                         his head, which bounces off the hobbit's
                         shoulders.]
 
                                     UGLÚK
                         Looks like meat’s back on the menu,
                         boys!!
 
                         [The Uruk-hai and Orcs cheer and started
                         tearing into the fresh meat, intestines
                         flying, taking their eyes off the hobbits
                         for a while.]
 
                                     MERRY
                         Pippin, let’s go.

                         [Their hands still bound, the hobbits
                         try to crawl away. Suddenly a foot comes
                         down on Merry and Pippin is turned onto
                         his back.]
 
                                     GRISHNÁKH
                         [Brandishing a blade in front of Pippin’s
            &nb