The Hunt for Gollum (2009) - full transcript

At the end of the
third age Middle-Earth

was a land oppressed by shadow.

The people of the north
Kingdom were scattered,

the descendants of Kings forgotten

reduced to Rangers
wandering in the wild.

But the darkness of Mordor was
soon to spread over all lands

and set great and
terrible events in motion.

For the lost Ring of
Power had re-awoken,

its evil master
Sauron was seeking it.

The One Ring to
rule them all.

For five hundred years it had remained



out of his sight and beyond his reach...

but there was another
who also sought the Ring.

A creature who had long treasured
it deep under the mountains

and been consumed
by its evil.

His heart was tortured with
longing for what he had lost

and with hatred for
the thief who took it:

Bilbo Baggins

The Rangers have doubled
their watch as you instructed.

Is it still safe?

Yes,

for the time being.

The enemy does not yet know
that the Ring has been found.

That is well.

The matter is
more complicated.



I have made
a grave error,

I overlooked
something important,

something dangerous.

It concerns the former
owner of the Ring.

Gollum.

How he came by
it, I do not know

but he's murderously
protective of it;

and now, he has left his cave,
his mind bent on recovering it.

Gollum knows,
doesn't he Gandalf?

He knows the
location of the Ring?

Yes.

Unfortunately our
secret is no longer safe,

the foolish Hobbit
revealed his name.

It should have
been destroyed.

But it was not.

I will go.

I will find him.

Thank you Aragorn.

The road will
not be easy,

but you have the
foresight of your people.

If you can't find him...

no one can.

Elendil.

Forefather.

The future is
hidden from me.

Give me strength
when the time comes.

You are the
heir of Elendil.

My friend,
battle is coming.

Middle-Earth cannot long withstand
the power that now rises in the East.

We are on the
eve of a new age

for which there
may be no dawn.

Who knows whither he has
crawled these long years past?

And how so small a creature has
come to risk the hopes of so many?

Your name and
your purpose.

I'm a Ranger of Arnor. I swear allegiance
to the Seven Stars and Seven Stones...

And the one White Tree.

You're a long way
from Arnor, Ranger

and you speak the password of
the Dunedain, yet I know you not.

I'm Arithir,
son of Argonathen

sent to gather
news of the East

Then we are
kinsmen from afar.

I'm Strider.

I have heard your name...

friend.

These lands will not
be safe much longer

raiding Orcs prowl the shores of
Anduin, plundering the villages by night

soon they will even be
this side of the mountains.

The servants of the enemy
multiply as his strength increases

alas, there are now
so few of our kin.

What of your journey?

I track a creature;

a spy of sorts,

small in size,

yet cunning.

I have seen new
breeds of Orc but

they grow larger and
stronger, not smaller.

This is no Orc.

Its tracks are like
those of a Hobbit.

It must not fall
into the wrong hands.

This may be of
no use but...

I have heard rumours,

whisperings of
a nameless fear.

In the outlying villages they
speak of a ghost that drinks blood,

a horror that lurks in the trees
snatching a sleeping child from a cot,

a fresh fish from
an open window.

The villagers lock their
doors tight against the dark.

Where did you hear this?

In Ithilien

but I've also heard rumours as
far as the borders of Mirkwood.

Oi!

The road is full of bad danger.
I would not go furter eastward alone.

That is my road, I must go on.

Strider, we must look to our own borders.

My heart is with you, Arithir.

Yet while the trail grows cold
my quest cannot wait.

I must return to my people.

If you ask me
it's a false alarm,

there ain't no tracks and there
ain't no man-warrior at all.

Goblok says
there's trouble

so look out or you'll
get what's coming to ya.

Goblok!

Goblok's just meat
from the mines,

big and stupid.

We should be
preparing for the war.

Forget this
stinking raid.

Look out for Goblok,
he ain't just meat.

Meat. I want fresh meat.

My guts are howling
I'm so hungry.

There's something
tasty about,

I can smell it.

We'll get ourselves
a nice juicy villager,

now stop your moaning or I'll
ring your neck, ya scrawny rat.

I'd like to see you try.

You big dumb knuckle-heads
are all the same:

all nose and
no intelligence.

Enough!

Nice try.

Now back off!

What was that?

I told you there
was something.

Quiet, you fool!

Dabgash!

This land does
not belong to you.

My Precious.

Stop!

We have our orders.

Find him.

Bring him to me.

Right away, Goblok.

Be still. You
will not escape.

Do you understand,

Gollum?

It knows our nameses.

Yes, I know your name.

You're coming with me

to the North.

We'll put out it's eyes!

We'll ring it's
filthy neckses!

We wouldn't hurt a fly,

we promises we'll
be very nice.

Let us out

Let us out!

Gollum, you need to
answer me truthfully.

I know you were
looking for something.

No, it doesn't.

Something you lost.

No!

A ring.

Precious...

sshhhhhh!

I will not hurt you.

I give you my word.

Keep precious
word, Precious.

Then you're
staying in the sack.

No! Nooo!

Let us out!

Nobody sees. Nobody
sees. Nobody sees.

Taller than trees trees
trees. Everywhere trees...

What?

What does it want
with us, Precious?

He wants it.

Our birthday present.

We doesn't have it.

Baggins has it.

Sshhhh!

He wants to know.

No,

he'll hurt us.

Listen!

We won't tell
him anything.

Besides, my precious,

he won't get far.

We're thirsty.

We rest later.

He's not looking.

Go! Go precious!

We're not alone.

Arwen.

You are the
heir of Elendil,

you have the strength
of your forefathers

and...

you have my heart.

Come down Gollum!

It's coming,

it's here!

Come with me,

we have your creature.

Precious!

Shire! The Shire!

Baggins!

What did you
learn, Gandalf?

The creature is...
pitiful... wretched.

But I now know how
the Ring came to him.

He possessed it long; many
lives of his small kind.

There's no
possible doubt.

He made his slow sneaking way,

mile by mile, step by step, South

down at last to Mordor.

So the Shire is at the forefront
of our enemy's thoughts.

We must protect it.

Gandalf, riders in black
have crossed the river;

I fear the Nine
have returned.

Then the Ring must
leave the Shire.

I must go at once.

A shadow of the past
once more returns,

nevertheless, by Gollum's capture,
we know the enemy's next move.

Frodo must be
protected at all costs.

Send the Hobbit to Bree;

I shall watch over the
Ring until you return.

Very well.

And Gollum?

Gollum's wretchedness
is beyond our help;

he will never be free.

What had it got
in its pocketses?

It wouldn't say
precious. Nooo...

No. Tricksy, it was.

Little cheat!

We should have
squeeeezed it!

And we will precious...

We will.