Date created: April 2010
Release date 2003
Duration 201 min
Producer(s) Peter Jackson, Michael Lynne, Mark Ordesky...more
Director(s) Peter Jackson...more
Writer(s) J.R.R. Tolkien, Fran Walsh, Philippa Boyens...more
Cast Noel Appleby, Alexandra Astin, Sean Astin...more
[as he and Shagrat come upon Frodo's body] What's this? Looks like old Shelob has been having a bit of fun.
Killed another one, has she?
[he examines Frodo's body] No... this fellow ain't dead.
[to himself, in tears] Not dead!
She jabs them with her stinger and they go as limp as a boned fish. Then she has her way with them. That's how she likes to feed-fresh blood. Take him to the tower! [the Orcs begin to drag Frodo away]
Samwise, you fool!
[to Faramir, about his loyalty] Ever you desire to appear lordly and gracious as a king of old. Boromir would have remembered his father's need. He would have brought me a kingly gift.
Boromir would not have brought the Ring. He would have stretched out his hand to this thing, and taking it, he would have fallen.
You know nothing of this matter!
He would have kept it for his own! And when he returned, you would not have known your son.
[jumping up angrily] Boromir was loyal to me! Not some wizard's pupil! [Denethor cries and falls back into his chair; Faramir approaches him]
Father? [Denethor looks over Faramir's shoulder and smiles]
My son! [an image of Boromir appears behind Faramir. Boromir smiles and then the image fades. Denethor is left looking at Faramir. His mood shifts back to anger]
Leave me! [Faramir hesitates and departs]
What kind of army would linger in such a place?
One that is cursed. Long ago the men of the mountain swore an oath to the last king of Gondor, to come to his aid, to fight. But when the time came, when Gondor's need was dire, they fled, vanishing into the darkness of the mountain. And so Isildur cursed them, never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge. Who shall call them from the gray twilight, the forgotten people?
Mithrandir! They broke through our defenses! They've taken the bridge and the west bank. Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river.
It is as the Lord Denethor predicted. Long has he forseen this doom.
Forseen and done nothing!
Grimbold, how many?
I bring 500 from the Westfold, my lord.
We have 300 more from Fenmarch, Theoden King.
Where are the riders of Snowbourn?
None have come, my lord.