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The party is still in an excited uproar... some 50 yards away
as we pan across a moonlit lane to the front door of Bag End.
Door opens, pulled by an invisible hand.


The door quietly closes...Bilbo materializes as he pulls a
plain gold ring off his finger. Bilbo laughs as he tosses the
ring in the air, then places it in his pocket.

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Bilbo emerges from the passage, carrying a walking stick. He
finds Gandalf looming over him.

          I suppose you think that was terribly

          Come on, Gandalf! Did you see their



          There are many magic rings in the world,
          Bilbo Baggins, and none of them should be
          used lightly.

          It was just a bit of fun. Oh, you're
          probably right as usual.

          You will keep an eye on Frodo, won't you?

          I'm leaving everything to him.

          What about this ring of yours? Is that
          staying too?

Close on: Bilbo...he gives Gandalf a look and nods toward the

          Yes, yes, it's in an envelope...over
          there on the mantelpiece. Gandalf frowns
          at the empty mantelpiece...Bilbo suddenly
          feels his waistcoat with a look of guilty

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          No, wait. It's here in my pocket. Isn't
          that...isn't' that odd now? Yet, after
          all, why not? Why shouldn't I keep it?

          I think you should leave the Ring behind,
          Bilbo. Is that so hard?

          Well, no...and yes. Now it comes to it,
          I don't feel like parting with it. It's
          mine. I found it. It came to me!


          There's no need to get angry.

          Well, if I'm angry, it's your fault! It's
          mine. My own, my precious.



          Precious? It's been called that before,
          but not by you.

          So? What business is it of yours what I
          do with my own things? Bilbo's voice,
          shape and manner have suddenly changed.

          I think you've had that ring quite long

          You want it for yourself!

Gandalf rises to his full height, his eyes flash, his shadow
suddenly seems to fill the room

          Bilbo Baggins do not take me for some
          conjurer of cheap tricks! Bilbo cowers
          from Gandalf, disarmed by his power...a
          frightened Hobbit. Gandalf's expression

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          I am not trying to rob you. I am trying
          to help you. Sobbing, Bilbo runs to
          Gandalf and hugs him.

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          All you long years we've been
 me as you once did. Let
          it go!

          You're right, Gandalf...the ring must go
          to Frodo.

Bilbo lifts his knapsack and heads for the front door.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          It's late, the road is long... yes, it is





          The ring is still in your pocket.

Bilbo hesitates...reaches into his pocket.

          Oh, yes.

CLOSE ON: Bilbo pulls out the ring...he stares at it in his
palm. With all his will power, Bilbo allows the ring to
slowly slide off his palm and drop to the floor. CLOSE ON:
The tiny ring lands with a heavy thud on the wooden floor.


                                                      ANGLE ON:

Bilbo staggering out of Bag end...he braces himself in the
night air, Pale and Trembling, as if his loss of the ring has
weakened him. Gandalf steps up behind.

          I've thought up and ending for my
          book..."And he lived happily ever after
          to the end of his days."

          I'm sure you will, my dear friend.

          Goodbye, Gandalf.

          Goodbye Bilbo.

Bilbo walks away from Bag End, disappearing into the night,
softly singing: "The Road goes on and on."

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          Until our next meeting.