Julius Caesar Script 1

SCENE I. A wasteland [a rabble of orcs with a hobbit and another group of Uruk-Hai meet] Uruk-hai chieftain (slyly) Well, what do we have here?

Orc-chieftain None of your business!

Uruk-hai chieftain (slyly) What do you think you mean by that, ‘none of your business’?

Orc-chieftain (Repeating) None of your business! We have orders from the tower, fool, and you would get into a pretty spot of trouble if you try to disrupt them. (chuckles evilly)

Uruk-hai chieftain Well well, what a coincidence! We have orders too--and this is what they are: waylay a group of stinking orcs, kill them all, and take all valuables—especially one ring, I have heard.

Orc-chieftain, with several other orcs, rushes toward the Uruk-hai chieftain, but the Uruk-hai chieftain stabs him, and both groups immediately engage in a very violent ‘battle’, with the Uruk-hai very obviously winning. After the massacre is over, Uruk-hai chieftain searched to dead body of the hobbit, and finds the ring. Uruk-hai no 1 What does the white hand want with that, I can figure out. But it is a very pretty thing, though…

Uruk-hai chieftain (quickly sntaching the ring away and placing it into his tunic) Fool! Must you know what the white hand wants it for just to do one simple order? No! the white hand asks us to do this, and it is done the way he asks.

(Uruk-hai no 1 cowers)

Uruk-hai chieftain (quickly sntaching the ring aay and placing it into his tunic) Now get on! Don’t stand there looking like an idiotic orc. We have to go!

[exeunt Uruk-hai] SCENE 2, ORTHANC. SARUMAN IS ALONE IN CHAMBER CONVERSING VIA PALANTIR WITH SAURON Saruman My lord, I grow weary in this tower—my tasks have been completed. Do you have anything you require of me?

Sauron Hunt down the last of the men of Rohan; do not let any of them live.

Saruman But, my lord—has that not already been done?

Sauron To the very last rider?

Saruman My lord—you doubt me.

Saruman But I tell you what only the best of my knowledge avails me to, for I do not speak of what I do not know.

Sauron So you are telling me then, that to the best of your knowledge no men are left?

Saruman Yes, My lord

Sauron

Then, listen now to what I know to the best of my knowledge, as see how it compares. Even from where I perch now, I see that al about Amon Fen several hundreds are gathered, and they are armed and horsed, and ready for a fight. And you so claim they are dead. Wherefore are your claims? Would not one calvary two thousand strong of yours have laid them to waste? What have you been doing? Directing your energy to some other hidden purpose, perhaps?

Saruman (Flattering) Here, my lord, you do me grievous unjust, though that I am worthy for your scorn does fill my with joy. But in all this must your servant be held blameless; for he is but a speck of dirt compared with the all seeing-eye, and his knowledge and means of attainment thereof are nowhere near being boundless, as yours is—your servant did not know thus.

Sauron (sounding much more pleased) Do you now know?

Saruman Yes, my lord.

Sauron Then do as that knowledge permits, or commands!

Saruman It shall be done with all effort, my lord.

Sauron I am not done. I have reason to believe that I will be coming into possesion of something that will ensure my dominion of Middle-earth, and when that happens, Saruman, it would be to my benefit—and yours—if that vast domain was shared with you. Serve me well, and you might experience what happens to those whom Sauron favours.

Saruman I am honoured, my Lord.

[the palantir fades, and Saruman covers it with a piece of cloth.]

Saruman He seems to suspect…but it is of no consequence. He cares for nothing but his pride, and that is easily used to blind him.

[at this moment wormtongue rushes into the chamber] Saruman What news, wormtongue? And why are you looking to eager. Come here…I think I know what you think of…(he and Wormtougue walk to the far end of the chamber)

Wormtongue Its has come, my lord.

Saruman (ominously, in low tones) Where is it?

Wormtongue (fumbles in his tunic for the Ring for some time, then holds it out to Saruman.) Here it is, my lord. It does look beautiful…

Saruman (sntaching away the ring from Wormtongue)(talking in normal, loud tones again) Very good; now I must dismiss myself for some time, for there are some things that need to be done. (Saruman exits the chamber throught a side-door.)

Wormtongue It was very smooth—so very smooth….and of the most brilliant gold colour—and so, so beautiful…. (stroking palm as if there was a ring there.) (tone growing harsh) But why should Saruman have it for himself? Is he superior to me? No! he merely knows more, and that counts for nothing! But- there is no way I can get the ring back from him, now that I passed it to him in my folly. What should I do? (ponders for some time) Well, if I cannot have it for myself, then I must not let Saruman sit and gloat over it! But how---how shall I make him give up his most treasured possesion? The only thing he loves more than the ring itself is power, and that is the reason he wants the ring….

[at this moment Saruman returns into the chamber]

Saruman (exultantly) Indeed, I have now confirmed that this is indeed the one ring of Sauron—who shall now have power to stand against me ?

Wormtongue (slyly) Yet even with it, your dominion would never be complete.

Saruman (sharply) What did you say ?

Wormtongue (slyly) Nothing, my lord..

Saruman Do not lie to me! I heard what you said. And if you had the courge to say it, then you will also have the courage to explain yourself. Do so!

Wormtongue My lord knows full well that Sauron cannot be destroyed by sword or storm, but that his demise can only be brought about by the destruction of the one ring, for Sauron has foolishly poured too much of his life into its making, such that death shall not toutch him as long as the ring is not unmade, but also that the unmaking of the ring will prove to be his dom.

Saruman I See…

Wormtongue And so, even it my lord were to use the power of the ring and rise up in force and wrath against the Dark tower, you might utterly rout his armies, and lay his tower bare; nut its fundation cannot be unmade, for upon the power of the ring they are bulit, and by the power of the ring shall they survive. Even if Sauron proves defeated, yet he shall not be vanquished, for his life is the ring’s and as long as the ring there

is, then also there shall always be Sauron—haunting you even in victory, and plotting his bitter revenge. Who knows how he may rise again? You know that as a dog is drawn to its master, so the ring is drawn to its maker, and time will find the ring—the same ring that cheated Isildur to his death—back in the home of its master’s fiery hand.

Saruman So it is that my greatest dource of power shall be the same thread that keeps my bitterest foe alive. So I see now that I do not have free choice. If I destroy the ring shall sauron be utterly vanquished, and so shall the force and power of his title pass unto me, and shall not middle-earth tremble beneath my sway, and countless leigons amass and rally under me? Yet, shall my life be void of this ring…. Wormtongue You speak truly, lord.