THÉODEN Why should I… welcome you, Gandalf… Stormcrow? [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.
Lathspell 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! [Raises his staff against Gríma.] GRÍMA His staff! [Backing away from Gandalf while addressing the guards] I told you to take the wizard’s staff!
[The hostile guards attack. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli engage them in a fist-fight as Gandalf continues to approach Théoden.
Gamling tries 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:
[Growls] I would stay still, if I were you.
GANDALF:
Hearken to me! I release you from the spell. [Gestures with his hand] THÉODEN [Menacingly] Hahahhhahahahah! [Gandalf opens his eyes in surprise.] You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey!
[Gandalf throws back his grey cloak, exuding blinding white light. Théoden is thrown back against his seat.] THÉODEN Argh!
GANDALF:
[Points his staff towards Théoden.] I will 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 [In Saruman’s voice.] If I go. . . Théoden dies.
[Gandalf moves his staff sharply and Théoden flies back against the chair again.]
GANDALF:
You did not kill me, you will not kill him!
THÉODEN [in Saruman's voice] Rohan is mine!
GANDALF:
Be gone!!
[Gandalf smites Théoden as he lunges at him. Théoden is thrown back into the chair and the shot changes to Saruman flying backwards from the Palantír which he used to manipulate Théoden. He lands landing hard on the floor of Orthanc, bleeding from a gash in his forehead.
In the hall, Théoden lets out a moan and slumps forward in the chair. Éowyn runs to her uncle’s side as he falls.
Théoden’s head rises again and his face begins to change gradually into that of a much younger-looking man. Clarity and recognition returns to his eyes.] THÉODEN [Looks closely at Éowyn] I know your face. Éowyn… Éowyn.
[Éowyn weeps with joy] THÉODEN Gandalf?
GANDALF:
Breathe the free air again, my friend.
[The hall is shown to be filled with light again, as everyone marvels at the rejuvenation of the king.] THÉODEN [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 strength better... if they grasped your sword.