Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
[At Osgiliath, orcs begin to swarm the men.]
[Faramir retreats to an alcove.]
[Archers shoot down a pack of orcs pursuing Faramir.]
Madril: "We can't hold them! The city is lost."
Faramir: "Tell the men to break cover. We ride to Minas Tirith."
[Screeching Nazgûl fly overhead.]
Soldier: "Nazgûl! Take cover!"
Faramir: "Pull back! Pull back to Minas Tirith!"
[Soldiers begin to evacuate. An orc knocks down Madril.]
Faramir: "Retreat! Retreat!"
[Men and horses run from the city. A Nazgûl shrieks.]
Soldier: "This way!"
[Orcs settle into Osgiliath. Madril lies on his back, wounded but alive.]
[Gothmog and other orcs stand over him. Gothmog takes a spear from another orc and stabs Madril, killing him.]
Gothmog: "The age of Men is over. The time of the Orc has come."
[The men ride and run for Minas Tirith. They are set upon by the flying Nazgûl.]
[The Nazgûl toss horses and men through the air, and crash into the riders.]
[Gandalf and Pippin, on Shadowfax, ride out to meet the retreating men.]
Gondorian Soldier: "It's the White Rider!"
[Shadowfax runs toward the retreating soldiers. Gandalf's staff sets off a bright, white light. The Nazgûl fly away.]
[Shadowfax joins the others and heads back to Minas Tirith.]
[The gates of Minas Tirith open. Faramir's men and Shadowfax scurry inside.]
Faramir (despairingly): "Mithrandir! They broke our defenses. They've taken the bridge and the West bank. Battalions of orcs are crossing the river."
Irolas: "It is as Lord Denethor predicted! Long has he foreseen this doom!"
Gandalf: "Foreseen and done nothing!"
[Gandalf turns his horse towards Faramir, who stares at an embarassed Pippin.]
Gandalf: "Faramir? This is not the first halfling to have crossed your path?"
Pippin: "You've seen Frodo and Sam!"
Gandalf: "Where? When?"
Faramir: "In Ithilien, not two days ago. Gandalf, they're taking the road to the Morgul Vale."
Gandalf: "And then the Pass of Cirith Ungol."
Pippin: "What does that mean? What's wrong?"
Gandalf: "Faramir, tell me everything. Tell me all you know."
[In the citadel, Faramir stands before his father.]
Denethor: "This is how you would serve your city? You would risk its utter ruin?"
Faramir: "I did what I judged to be right."
Denethor: "What you judged to be right? You sent the Ring of Power into Mordor in the hands of a witless halfling."
Denethor: "It should have been brought back to the Citadel to be kept safe. Hidden. Dark and deep in the vaults, not to be used. Unless at the uttermost… end of need."
Faramir: "I would not use the Ring. Not if Minas Tirith were falling in ruin and I alone could save her."
Denethor: "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."
Faramir: "Boromir would not have brought the Ring. He would have stretched out his hand to this thing and taken it. He would've fallen."
[Denethor angrily jumps to his feet.]
Denethor: "You know nothing of this matter!"
Faramir: "He would have kept it for his own! And when he returned, you would not have known your son."
Denethor: "Boromir was loyal to me! Not some wizard's pupil!"
[Denethor cries and falls. Faramir approaches him.]
[Denethor looks over Faramir's shoulder and smiles.]
Denethor: "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.]
Denethor: "Leave me!"
[Faramir hesitates, and departs from the hall.]