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User:Amroth/Screenplays/Peter Jackson's The Fellowship of the Ring/A Knife in the Dark

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Wide on: The rugged countryside as the hobbits journey on,
lead by Strider. Strider stops before a distant hill, topped
by an Ancient Ruin.

          This was once the great Watchtower of
          Amon Sul. We shall rest here tonight.

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FRODO, MERRY, AND PIPPIN collapse into a small hollow,
halfway up Weathertop...they are muddy and exhausted. Stider
drops 4 small swords at the Hobbits feet.

          There are for you. Keep them close. I'm
          going to have a look around. Stay here.

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Close on: Frodo...eyes flickering open. He suddenly sits up,
sniffing the air. Sam, Merry, and Pippin huddled over a small
fire... Sausages and bacon sizzle in a hot frying pan.

          What are you doing?

          Tomatoes, sausages, and crispy bacon.



          We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo.

          Put it out, you fools! Put it out! Frodo
          desperately kicks dirt on the fire!

          Oh, that's nice...ash on my tomatoes!


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FIVE RINGWRAITHS ON FOOT, running up the steep slope
unnaturally fast.

          Go! !

Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin clamber desperately towards the
summit, clutching their swords.

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Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin race into a RING OF BROKEN
STONES on the summit or Weathertop...the ruined base of an
ancient tower. The hobbits stand back-to-back in the centre
of the Ring, waiting for the first assault... One by one, the
5 Ringwraiths appear...brandishing Gleaming swords, they move
slowly towards the hobbits. In the center is their
leader...the WITCH KING!

          Back, you devils!

Sam rushes forward with a cry. He swings his sword at the
Witch King, who blocks the blow with his own sword. Sam's
blade shatters...the WITCH KING lashes out with his fist,
sending Sam flying. Merry and Pippin, overcome with terror,
throw themselves flat on the ground. THE RINGWRAITHS close in
on Frodo...a Venomous whisper dances in his head...

Frodo shuts his eyes and staggers back, desperately resisting
the WRAITH'S WHISPERINGS... slow motion as his hand goes into
his pocket and pulls out the ring. The 5 Ringwraiths utter a
chilling SCREECH OF EXCITEMENT. Frodo is unable to resist any
longer, falls to his knees and slips on the ring. He



                    SAM (CONT'D)

                                       IN THE TWILIGHT WORLD:

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Frodo finds himself in the weird twilight world...he looks
upon the Ringwraiths, now visible in their TRUE APPEARANCE:
Five Ghouls dressed in long Grey robes, with white hair, and
Pallid, ruthless faces. THE WITCH KING extends a haggard hand
towards Frodo, reaching for the ring on his finger. Frodo's
trembling hand extends forward as if by the pull of the
ring...he slides to the ground, unable to pull his hand away.
The witch king snarls and springs forward. He stabs at Frodo
with a wicked dagger! Frodo winces as the tip of the dagger
sinks into his shoulder. Suddenly, Strider charges at the
RINGWRAITHS, wielding his sword in one hand, a flaming torch
in the other. He moves in slow motion, visible through a sea
of mist. Frodo sinks to the ground. Behind him is a faint
image of a Ringwraith fleeing, his head engulfed in flames.
With draining strength, Frodo manages to pull the ring off
his finger...

                                           IN THE REAL WORLD:

...Appearing back in the real world, Sam rushes over to him.

                    SAM (CONT'D)

Another Ringwraith is burning and screaming...others screech
fearfully at the flames, turn and flee form the Weathertop

                    SAM (CONT'D)
          Mr. Frodo!!

Strider kneels before Frodo. He snatches up the Witch King's
Dagger from the ground, staring gravely at the long, thin,

                    SAM (CONT'D)
          Help him, Strider!

          He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade. The
          Morgul Blade suddenly melts...vanishing
          into the air like smoke. Strider throws
          the hilt down in disgust...



          Do something.

          This is beyond my skill to heal.
          He needs Elvish medicine. Strider lifts
          Frodo onto his shoulders.


Strider is jogging grimly, carrying an ailing Frodo on his
back. Sam, Merry, and Pippin are running to keep up. The
hobbits are carrying Flaming torches for protection.


          We are six days from Rivendell. Frodo

          Hold on, Frodo.

          He'll never make it! Close on:
          Frodo...head lolling about, barely

              (fevered calling)