The Two Towers Movie Script - Book Three, Chapter VI The King of the Golden Hall Scenes 1 and 2

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Scene 1:  Edoras and Meduseld   (Click HERE for the associated images)
(There is no dialogue for this scene)

Scene 2:  Éowyn with Théoden then Gríma, The Four Arrive, an                Exorcism and an Expulsion   (Click HERE for the associated images)
	(We see the plains of Rohan.  Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli stop as Edoras comes into view)
Gandalf:	Edoras, and the Golden Hall of Meduseld.  There dwells Théoden, King of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown.  Saruman’s hold over King Théoden is now very strong. (In the Hall, Éowyn is kneeling before Théodon, holding his hand in hers)
Éowyn:	My lord, your son, he is dead.  My lord?  Uncle? (Théoden just sits and stares ahead, his eyes clouded and unseeing) Will you not go to him? (She is weeping) Will you do nothing? (The scene returns to Gandalf and company)
Gandalf:	Be careful what you say.  Do not look for welcome here. (They continue riding towards Edoras) (In Meduseld, Éowyn is weeping at Théodred's bedside. She kisses his hand.  Gríma appears at the door)
Gríma:	Oh, he... he must have died sometime in the night.  What a tragedy for the King to lose his only son and heir. (He sits on the bed and puts a hand on Éowyn’s shoulder) I understand his passing is hard to accept, especially now that your brother has deserted you.
Éowyn:	(She jumps up and throws off Gríma’s hand) Leave me alone, snake!
Gríma:	(He rises from the bed and moves even closer to Éowyn) Oh, but you are alone!  Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, in bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, like a hutch to trammel some wild thing in? (He puts a hand on her cheek and moves it, caressingly, down to her throat) So fair... so cold... like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill. (Éowyn and Gríma stare at each other intently.  She almost shudders at this contact, but we wonder briefly whether she will accept his advances or reject his touch)
Éowyn:	Your words are poison! (Éowyn runs outside.  Weeping, she looks away into the distance.  A flag is blown off its pole and carried away by the wind.  Éowyn sees riders coming towards Edoras.  As Aragorn passes through the main entrance, the banner floats down to land near him.  Edoras is silent and somber.  Everyone is dressed in black and they are staring at the newcomers in wary silence.  Aragorn looks up at the Golden Hall and sees a lady in white, standing on the steps, watching them.  He looks back at more of the quiet people lining the road through the city)
Gimli:	You’d find more cheer in a graveyard. (Aragorn looks back up to Meduseld, but the lady has disappeared.  The company climbs the stairs to the hall and is met by guards, led by Háma, the King's Doorward)
Gandalf:	(He looks at Háma and the welcoming committee) Ah.
Háma:	I cannot allow you before Théoden-King so armed, Gandalf Grayhame.  By order of Gríma Wormtongue. (Gandalf nods in understanding.  He hands Háma Glamdring and signals for the others to surrender their weapons.  Aragon hands over his sword and knives.  Legolas gives a little twirl to his knives before handing them over to the guards.  Gimli hands over his axes reluctantly)
Háma:	(He gestures to Gandalf) Your staff.
Gandalf:	(He pretends not to understand what Háma is getting at) Hmm? (He glances at his staff) Oh.  No, you would not part an old man from his walking-stick? (He looks at Háma innocently) (Háma hesitates for a second, looking annoyed and suspicious, but then he gestures for them to follow him into the hall.  Gandalf gives Aragorn a tiny wink and enters the hall, leaning on Legolas’ arm)
Gríma:	(He leans down and whispers to Théoden) My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming. He’s a herald of woe.
Gandalf:	The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden-King. (As Gandalf approaches Théoden, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli pull back and survey the hall and its occupants, who seem less than friendly.  A particularly hostile-looking group of men starts to follow them, walking along by the walls as the visitors make their way up the centre of the hall)
Gríma:	(He is whispering to Théoden) He’s not welcome.
Théoden:	Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow? (He looks to Gríma for affirmation)
Gríma:	A just question, my liege. (He walks towards Gandalf) Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear.  Láthspell spell I name him.  Ill news is an ill guest.
Gandalf:	Be silent!  Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth.  I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm! (He raises his staff against Gríma)
Gríma:	His staff! (He backs away from Gandalf, while addressing the guards) I told you to take the wizard’s staff! (The stalkers, who are in league with Gríma, attack.  Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli engage them effortlessly, as Gandalf continues to approach Théoden.  Gamling starts to go forward, but Háma holds him back)
Gandalf:	Théoden, son of Thengel, too long have you sat in the shadows. (Gríma tries to crawl away unnoticed, but Gimli catches him and pins him to the floor)
Gimli:	(He growls at Gríma) I would stay still, if I were you.
Gandalf:	Harken to me!  I release you from the spell. (He gestures with his hand)
Théoden:	(He laughs menacingly) Hahahhhahahahah! (Gandalf, recognizing Saruman's voice, opens his eyes in surprise)
Théoden:	You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey! (Gandalf throws back his grey cloak, exuding a blinding white light.  Théoden is thrown back against his seat)
Théoden:	Argh!
Gandalf:	(He points his staff towards Théoden) I shall draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound. (Éowyn rushes in.  Seeing her uncle threatened, she tries to go to him, but is held back by Aragorn)
Aragorn:	Wait.
Théoden:	(Still in Saruman’s voice) If I go, Théoden dies. (Gandalf moves his staff sharply and Théoden is once more pushed back in his chair)
Gandalf:	You did not kill ME... you will not kill HIM!
Théoden:	(Again in Saruman's voice) Rohan is mine!
Gandalf:	Be gone!! (Gandalf smites Théoden, and as Théoden lunges at him, he is thrown back into the chair a third time.  The scene changes instantly to Saruman flying backwards from the Palantir, which he had been using to manipulate Théoden.  He lands hard on the floor of Orthanc, bleeding from a gash in his forehead.  In Meduseld, Théoden lets out a moan and slumps forward in his seat.  Éowyn runs to her uncle’s side as he falls.  Théoden raises his head and his face begins to transform gradually into that of a much younger-looking man.  Clarity and recognition return to his eyes)
Théoden:	(He looks closely at Éowyn) I know your face.  Éowyn?  Éowyn! (Éowyn weeps with joy)
Gandalf:	Breathe the free air again, my friend. (The hall is seen to be filled with light once more, as everyone marvels at the rejuvenation of the King)
Théoden:	(He is standing up and looking around him) Dark have been my dreams of late. (He looks down at his trembling hands)
Gandalf:	Your fingers would remember their old strenth better ... if they grasped your sword. (Háma runs up with Théoden's sword, Herugrim.  Théoden reaches for it with shaking hands.  He wraps his fingers around it slowly and then draws it, gazing upon the shiny steel.  In a corner, Gríma trembles and tries to escape but he is pulled back by Gimli.  Suddenly, Théoden’s gaze turns to Gríma.  The scene switches to the exterior of the Golden Hall and we see Gríma being taken by Háma and thrown down the stairs)
Gríma:	Argh! (He looks back up beseechingly to Théoden, who has followed his guards to the main steps outside.  Gandalf, the Three Hunters, Éowyn and many others have also come out) I've only ever served you, my lord!
Théoden:	(He advances towards Gríma, holding the sword firmly in his hand, speaking angrily) Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!
Gríma:	(He grovels on the ground, pleading) Send me not from your side. (Théoden raises his sword to kill Gríma, but Aragorn prevents him)
Aragorn:	No, my lord!  No, my lord.  Let him go.  Enough blood has been spilled on his account. (Gríma scrambles to his feet and pushes his way through the crowd)
Gríma:	Get out of my way!
Háma:	Hail, Théoden-King! (The crowd kneels in homage before Théoden.  Aragorn kneels also.  Gríma rides rapidly out of Edoras.  As Théoden turns to go back into the hall, he looks up, puzzled)
Théoden:	Where is Théodred?  Where is my son?
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