Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
[Denethor pours oil over himself and a rousing Faramir.]
Denethor: "Set a fire in our flesh!"
[Soldiers, with lit torches, approach Denethor.]
[Gandalf bursts through the mausoleum door.]
Gandalf: "Stay this madness!"
[The guards stop, but Denethor grabs a torch.]
Denethor: "You may triumph in the field of battle for a day, but against the power that has risen in the east, there is no victory."
[Denethor tosses the torch on the pyre. As the fire lights, Gandalf takes up a spear and charges Denethor, knocking him off the pyre.]
[Pippin leaps from Shadowfax onto the pyre and rolls Faramir down off it.]
[A burning Denethor rises and attacks Pippin.]
Denethor: "No! You will not take my son from me!"
[Shadowfax knocks Denethor onto the burning pyre.]
[Faramir opens his eyes and looks at his father.]
Denethor: "Faramir… my son. Ah!"
[Engulfed in flames, Denethor runs out of the mausoleum.]
Gandalf: "So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion."
[Denethor falls from the edge of Minas Tirith.]
[On Pelennor Fields, the Rohirrim are routing the orcs.]
Éomer: "Drive them back to the river!"
Théoden: "Make safe this city!"
[As the Rohirrim drive away the Orcs, giant war Oliphaunts (Mûmakil) come into view.]
[Haradrim, mounted on the Mûmakil, blow horns.]
[The Mûmakil run past the retreating Orcs.]
[The King of Rohan does not hesitate.]
Théoden: "Reform the line! Reform the line! Sound the charge!"
[Gamling blows his horn.]
Théoden: "Rohirrim! Charge!"
[The Rohirrim run headlong into the Mûmakil, which dwarf them.]
[The Oliphaunts crush many Rohirrim, although some hit the beasts with arrows and spears.]
[Haradrim shoot arrows down at the Rohirrim.]
[Oliphaunts trample some of the Rohirrim.]
[Gamling rides under a Mûmakil, shooting arrows into it's belly.]
[Éomer twirls his spear and hurls it at one of the Haradrim captains.]
[The Oliphaunt staggers and falls into another Mûmakil.]
[Éowyn and Merry ride between the legs of the beasts.]
Éowyn (to Merry): "Take the reins. Pull it left! Left!"
[Éowyn slices open the legs of an Oliphaunt, felling it.]
Éomer: "Aim for the head!"
Gamling: "Make for the oliphaunts!"
[One of the oliphaunts is riddled with spears.]
Théoden: "Bring it down! Bring it down! Bring it down!"
[Éowyn throws a spear that lands in a oliphaunt's leg. The wounded beast falls and knocks Éowyn and Merry off their horse.]
[Éowyn scrambles out of the way to avoid being crushed. She looks around franticly.]
[Théoden fights off Orcs. Éowyn fights off several of them.]
[Théoden looks at her with possible recognition.]
[Merry emerges and is attacked. He fights off several Orcs, including one who picks him up.]
[Éowyn exchanges blows with Gothmog.]