A little more caution from you...that is no trinket you carry.
FRODO:
I carry nothing.
(CONTINUED) 49.
STRIDER:
Indeed? I can usually avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely... that is a rare gift.
FRODO:
Who are you?
STRIDER:
Are you frightened?
FRODO:
Yes.
STRIDER:
Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you. Frodo jumps at the sound of a noise in the corridor. Strider deftly draws his sword.
The door bursts open and Sam, Merry and Pippin appear on the doorway. Sam is Squaring off with is fists, Merry brandishes a candlestick, and Pippin a chair.
SAM:
(angry) Let him go or I'll have you, Longshanks!
STRIDER SHEATHS his sword, a slight smile playing on his lips.
STRIDER:
You have a stout heart, little Hobbit, but that alone won't save you...You can no longer wait for the Wizard, Frodo.
They're coming.
CUT TO:
EXT. GATEHOUSE, BREE -- NIGHT The gate keeper comes out of his Lodgings with a lantern...a look of fear on his face. He approaches the closed gate with great apprehension. CLOSE ON: The Gatekeeper peers out of his Peephole.
CRASH!!
The gate crashed down on the gatekeeper...as four RINGWRAITHS ride into Bree!
50.
EXT. BREE STREETS -- NIGHT The four RINGWRAITHS fly done the empty streets, like horsemen of the apocalypse.
INT. PRANCING PONY INN -- NIGHT
LOW ANGLE:
the front door FLIES OPEN. The FOUR RINGWRAITHS rush into the PRANCING PONY with WICKED SWORDS DRAWN. CLOSE
ON:
BUTTERBUR hiding behind his bar... trembling and sweating in TERROR.
INT. HOBBIT'S ROOM, PRANCING PONY -- NIGHT
INSERT:
MERRY SNORING SOFTLY ON HIS PILLOW.
INSERT:
PIPPIN stirs slightly, then settles back to sleep.