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: I can't do this, Sam. Sam
: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. Frodo
: What are we holding onto, Sam? Sam
: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.
: Smeagol? Sam
: We're not going to wait for you. Come on. Smeagol
: Master. Master looks after us. Master wouldn't hurt us. Gollum
: Master broke his promise. Smeagol
: Don't ask Smeagol. Poor, poor Smeagol. Gollum
: Master betrayed us. Wicked. Tricksy, False. We ought to wring his filthy little neck. Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both! And then we take the precious... and we be the master! Smeagol
: But the fat Hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching. Gollum
: Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses, make him crawl. Smeagol
: Yes. Yes. Yes. Gollum
: Kill them both. Smeagol
: Yes. No! No! It's too risky. It's too risky. Sam
: Where is he? Where has he gone? Hey, Gollum! Where are you? Frodo
: Smeagol? Gollum
: We could let *her* do it. Smeagol
: Yes. She could do it. Gollum
: Yes, precious, she could. And then we takes it once they're dead. Smeagol
: Once they're dead. Shh.
[Comes out of hiding
: Come on Hobbits. Long ways to go yet. Smeagol will show the way. Gollum
: Follow me.
: What we need is a few good taters. Gollum
: What's taters, precious? What's taters, eh? Sam
: *Po-tay-toes!* Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew... Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
[Gollum makes a noise of disgust while sticking his tongue out
: Even you couldn't say no to that. Gollum
: Oh yes we could. Spoilin' nice fish. Give it to us raw and w-r-r-riggling; you keep nasty chips. Sam
: You're hopeless.
: There are dead things! Dead faces in the water. Gollum
: All dead... all rotten. Elves and men and orcses. A great battle, long ago. The Dead Marshes... yes, that is their name.
: Hey, Stinker! Don't go getting too far ahead. Frodo
: Why do you do that? Sam
: What? Frodo
: Call him names, run him down all the time. Sam
: Because... because that's what he is, Mr. Frodo. There's naught left in him but lies and deceit. It's the ring he wants; it's all he cares about. Frodo
: You have no idea what it did to him... what it's still doing to him. I want to help him, Sam. Sam
: Why? Frodo
: Because I have to believe he can come back. Sam
: You can't save him, Mr. Frodo. Frodo
] What do you know about it? Nothing!... I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know why I said that. Sam
: I do. It's the ring. You can't take your eyes off it; I've seen you. You're not eating. You barely sleep. It's taken ahold of you, Mr. Frodo. You have to fight it. Frodo
: I know what I have to do, Sam. The ring was entrusted to *me*. It's my task, mine, my own!
: Can't you hear yourself? Don't you know who you sound like?
[following Gollum down the path
: I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales. Frodo
: [turns around
] What? Sam
: I wonder if people will ever say, 'Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring.' And they'll say 'Yes, that's one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?' 'Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot.' Frodo
: [continue walking
] You've left out one of the chief characters - Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam.
[stops and turns to Sam
: Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam. Sam
: Now Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun; I was being serious. Frodo
: So was I.
[they continue to walk
: Samwise the Brave...
: Who are they? Gollum
: Wicked men. Servants of Sauron. They are called to Mordor. The Dark One is gathering all armies to him. It won't be long now. He will soon be ready. Sam
: Ready to do what? Gollum
: To make his war. The last war that will cover all the world in shadow.
: Mr. Frodo, put the ring on; just this once, disappear. Frodo
: I can't... You were right, Sam. The ring is taking me. If I put it on he will find me.
: It's the Ring, isn't it? Frodo
: It's getting heavier.
: This looks strangely familiar. Frodo
: Because we've been here before. We're going in circles!
[from extended version
: Can you see the bottom? Frodo
: No. Don't look down, Sam, just keep going! Sam
: [drops a small box
] Ouagh! Catch It! Grab it, Mr. Frodo!
[Frodo catches it, loses his grip and then lands on the ground
: I think I found the bottom. Sam
: It's not natural. None of it. Frodo
: What's in this? Sam
: Nothin'. Just a bit of seasoning. I thought maybe if we was havin' a roast chicken one night or something... Frodo
: Roast chicken? Sam
: You never know.
: You know I don't usually hold with foreign food, but this Elvish stuff - it's not bad. Frodo
: Nothing dampens your spirits Sam. Sam
: [looks at the nearing rain clouds
] Those rain clouds might.
: [waking up from a nightmare
] Gandalf! Sam
: What is it, Mr. Frodo? Frodo
: Nothing... just a dream.
: You want to know what happened to Boromir? Do you want to know why your brother died? He tried to take the Ring from Frodo, after swearing an oath to protect him! He tried to kill him! The Ring drove your brother mad.
: Mordor... the one place in Middle-Earth we don't want to see any closer... the one place we're trying to get to... is just where we can't get. Let's face it, Mr. Frodo. We're lost!
: Captain Faramir, you have shown your quality, sir - the very highest. Faramir
: The Shire must truly be a great realm, Master Gamgee, where gardeners are held in high honor.
: We're innocent travelers. Faramir
: There are no travelers in this land... only servants of the Dark Lord. Frodo
: We are bound to an errand of secrecy. Those who claim to oppose the enemy would do well not to hinder us.
[about the Ring Wraiths
: I thought they were dead! Gollum
: Dead? No, you cannot kill them. No.
[from extended version
[looking at the elvish rope
: We can't leave this here for someone to follow us down. Sam
: Who's going to follow us down here, Mr. Frodo? Sam
: It's a shame, really. Lady Galadriel gave me that. Real elvish rope. Sam
: Well, there's nothing for it - it's one of my knots. It won't come free in a hurry.
[tugs rope, rope falls
: Real Elvish rope.
: [to Frodo and Sam
] My men tell me that you are Orc spies. Sam
: Spies! Now wait just a minute! Faramir
: Well, if you're not spies, then who are you?
[they remain silent, Faramir sighs and sits
: Speak! Frodo
: We are Hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name and this is Samwise Gamgee. Faramir
: Your bodyguard? Sam
: His gardener. Faramir
: And where is your skulking friend? That gangrel creature. He had an ill-favoured look. Frodo
] There was no other. We set out from Rivendell with seven companions. One we lost in Moria. Two were my kin. A dwarf there was also. And an elf. And two men. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Boromir of Gondor. Faramir
] You are a friend of Boromir? Frodo
: Yes, for my part. Faramir
: It would grieve you then to learn that he is dead. Frodo
] Dead? How? When? Faramir
: As one of his companions, I had hope you would tell me. He was my brother.
: I made a promise, Mr Frodo. A promise. "Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to. I don't mean to.
: Go back, Sam. I'm going to Mordor alone. Sam
: Of course you are. And I'm coming with you.
: Confound it all, Samwise Gamgee. Have you been eavesdropping? Sam
: I ain't been droppin' no eaves sir, honest. I was just cutting the grass under the window there, if you'll follow me. Gandalf
: A little late for trimming the verge, don't you think? Sam
: I heard raised voices. Gandalf
: What did you hear? Speak. Sam
: N-nothing important. That is, I heard a good deal about a ring, and a Dark Lord, and something about the end of the world, but... Please, Mr. Gandalf, sir, don't hurt me. Don't turn me into anything... unnatural.
: This is it. Frodo
: This is what? Sam
: If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been. Frodo
: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
: Trust a Brandybuck and a Took. Merry
: What? That was just a detour, a shortcut. Sam
: Shortcut to what? Pippin
: Hey. Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me. Elrond
: No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.
: There's an eye-opener, and no mistake.
: Mordor... I hope the others find a safer road. Sam
: Strider'll look after them. Frodo
: I don't suppose we'll ever see them again. Sam
: We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may. Frodo
: Sam... I'm glad you're with me.
: They should do a bit about his fireworks. The finest rockets ever seen burst in colors of blue and green, then after that were silver showers that came falling like a rain of flowers. Oh no, that doesn't to them any justice.
[about the passing Wood-elves
: They're going to the harbor beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens. Sam
: They're leaving Middle-earth. Frodo
: Never to return. Sam
: I don't know why - it makes me sad.
[after Frodo is stabbed by the Witch King
: Sam, do you know the Athelas plant? Sam
: Athelas? Aragorn
: Kingsfoil. Sam
: Kingsfoil, aye, it's a weed. Aragorn
: It may help to slow the poison. Hurry!
: For you, Samwise Gamgee, Elven rope, made of Hithline. Sam
: Thank You M'Lady... Have you ran out of those nice shiny daggers?
: Watch who you're sweet talking. Frodo
: Don't worry Sam, Rosie knows an idiot when she sees one. Sam
: ...does she?
: [bashing Orcs over the head with his pan
] Think I'm gettin' the hang of this!
: Woah, Sam Gamgee, your legs are too short, so use your head!
: Nim, nim, nim, nim, nim... the boats!
: Straight stairs, winding stairs what comes after that? Gollum
: We shall see, oh yes... We shall see.
[Gandalf has caught Sam spying
: Oh, Mr. Frodo, sir! Don't let him hurt me, sir! Don't let him turn me into something unnatural!