Jeremy Irons credited as playing...
Scar
- Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar! Guess what?
- Scar: I despise guessing games.
- Young Simba: I'm gonna be King of Pride Rock.
- Scar: Oh, goody!
- Young Simba: My dad just showed me the whole kingdom, and I'm gonna rule it all!
- [laughs]
- Scar: Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.
- [flops on his side]
- Young Simba: Hey, Uncle Scar. When I'm king, what'll that make you?
- Scar: A monkey's uncle.
- Young Simba: [laughs] You're so weird.
- Scar: You have no idea.
- Zazu: [singing] Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. / Nobody knows my sorrow.
- Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little bounce in it.
- Zazu: [singing] It's a small world after all
- Scar: No, no! Anything but that!
- Zazu: [singing] I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. / Dee-dee-dee-dee, / There they a-standing in a row.
- Zazu, Scar: [Scar joins in] Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
- Zazu: [whispering] I would never have had to do this with Mufasa.
- Scar: [after forcing Simba to the edge of a cliff while a fire burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hm, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died.
- [He claws Simba's paws the same way he did to Mufasa]
- Scar: And here's 'my' little secret...
- [whispering]
- Scar: I killed Mufasa!
- Young Simba: [In a flashback] Nooooo!
- Adult Simba: [leaps back up and pounces on him] Nooo! Murderer!
- Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar.
- Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me.
- Mufasa: [growls, runs to stand before him] Is that a challenge?
- Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challenging you.
- Zazu: Pity. Why not?
- Scar: Well, as far as brains go, I got the lion's share. But, when it comes to brute strength, I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.
- Zazu: Well, as slippery as your mind is, as the King's brother *you* should've been first in line.
- Scar: [Scar threatens to bite, Zazu retreats toward Mufasa] Well, I was first in line, until the little hairball was born.
- Mufasa: That hairball is my son. And *your* future king.
- Scar: Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.
- Scar: [bellowing] Sarabiiiii!
- [echoes and reechoes; we soon see Sarabi walking through the pack of hyenas, trying to snap at her; Simba looks on as Sarabi approaches]
- Sarabi: Yes, Scar?
- Scar: Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their job.
- Sarabi: Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on.
- Scar: No! You're just not looking hard enough.
- Sarabi: It's over. There is nothing left. We have only one choice. We *must* leave Pride Rock.
- Scar: We're not going anywhere!
- Sarabi: Then you have sentenced us to death!
- Scar: Then so be it!
- Sarabi: You can't do that!
- Scar: I'm the king! I can do whatever I want!
- Sarabi: If you were half the king Mufasa was, you...
- Scar: [knocks Sarabi unconscious] I'm *ten* times the king Mufasa was!
- [Lightning flashes and illuminates a snarling Simba]
- Scar: Mufasa! No! You're dead!
- Scar: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy. But to lose Simba, who had barely begun to live... For me, it is a deep, personal loss. So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. Yet out of the ashes of this tragedy we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era in which lion and hyena come together in a great and glorious future.
- Scar: Now, you wait here. Your father has a marvelous surprise for you.
- Young Simba: Oooh, what is it?
- Scar: If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise now, would it?
- Young Simba: If you tell me, I'll still act surprised.
- Scar: Ho ho ho! You are such a naughty boy.
- Young Simba: Come on, Uncle Scar.
- Scar: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is just for you and your daddy. You know, a sort of father-son thing. Well, I'd better go get him.
- Young Simba: I'll go with you.
- Scar: No.
- [regaining composure]
- Scar: No. Just stay on this rock. You wouldn't want to end up in another mess like you did with the hyenas.
- Young Simba: You know about that?
- Scar: Simba, everybody knows about that.
- Young Simba: Really?
- Scar: Oh, yes. Lucky Daddy was there to save you, eh? Oh, and just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours, hmm?
- Young Simba: Oh, okay. Hey, Uncle Scar, will I like this surprise?
- Scar: Simba, it's to die for.
- Scar: Ah, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death.
- Adult Simba: [pause] I am.
- Sarabi: [whispering] It's not true. Tell me it's not true.
- Adult Simba: It's true.
- Scar: You see? He admits it! Murderer!
- Adult Simba: No! It was an accident.
- Scar: If it weren't for you Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's dead! Do you deny it?
- Adult Simba: No.
- Scar: Then, you're guilty.
- Adult Simba: No, I'm not a murderer!
- Scar: Simba, Simba, please. Please have mercy, I beg you.
- Adult Simba: You don't deserve to live.
- Scar: But, Simba, I... am... family. It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault. It was their idea!
- Adult Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.
- Scar: What are you going to do? You wouldn't kill your *old* uncle...?
- Adult Simba: No, Scar. I'm not like you.
- Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. You are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me anything, anything.
- Adult Simba: Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.
- Scar: Yes. Of course. As you wish,
- [Scar's words turn into a snarl]
- Scar: your Majesty!
- [throws embers in Simba's face]
- Adult Simba: Aaah!
- Mufasa: [above the stampeding wildebeest] Scar! Broth-brother, help me!
- Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the King.
- [throws him into the stampede]
- Mufasa: Aaaaah!
- Young Simba: [as the Camera zooms out] Nooooooooo!
- Scar: So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?
- Young Simba: Everything.
- Scar: He didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern border?
- Young Simba: Well, no. He said I can't go there.
- Scar: And he's absolutely right. It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there.
- Young Simba: Well, I'm brave. What's out there?
- Scar: I'm sorry, Simba, I just can't tell you.
- Young Simba: Why not?
- Scar: Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well-being of my favorite nephew.
- Young Simba: Yeah, right! I'm your only nephew.
- Scar: All the more reason for me to be protective. An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince. Oops!
- Young Simba: An elephant what? Whoa!
- Scar: Oh, dear, I've said too much. Well, I suppose you'd have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all. Just do me one favor. Promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place.
- Young Simba: No problem.
- Scar: There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun. And remember, its our little secret.
- Scar: [singing] I know that your powers of retention / Are as wet as a warthog's backside / But thick as you are, / Pay attention! / My words are a matter of pride / It's clear from vacant expressions / The lights are not all on upstairs / But we're talking kings and successions / Even *you* can't be caught unawares!
- Adult Simba: Tell them the truth.
- Scar: Truth? But truth is in the eye of the behold...
- Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it.
- Adult Simba: So they can hear you.
- Scar: I killed Mufasa!
- Adult Simba: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.
- Scar: Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...
- Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.