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OSGILIATH HOTEL SUITE - THAT NIGHT
Frodo and Sam watch as Gollum paces wildly, speeding.
Frodo: Smeagol, can I just ask you this directly? did
you ever work for the Mordor?
Gollum (laughs): You make it sound like some remote
fuckin' experience in ancient history. Man, you never
leave Mordor. Once they got you, you're in for life.
Frodo: And Sauron?
Gollum: Sauron's an "untouchable", man - highest clearance.
Sauron, The Witch King, the Nagul - all Mordor.
Frodo: What about Saruman?
Gollum: Saruman? Saruman was a pimp. A wizard in Isengard
for Mordor. He used to teach magic to Gandalf when he
was still on our side. Check out Saruman The White.
Shit - we almost had Gandalf. Then we tried to whack
him. Everybody's flipping sides all the time. It's fun
'n' games, man fun 'n' games.
Sam: What about the Goblins, Smeagol? How do they figure
in this?
Gollum: They're Mordor, too. Don't you get it? Orcs
and Goblins together. Trying to whack out the Men. Mutual
interests. They been doing it for years. There's more
to this than you dream. Uruk-Hai fucking hates Mordor.
Orthanc Intelligence got something to do with it too.
Check out "Grima Wormtongue" in Rohan. Saruman the White.
Bill Ferney. Ugluk. The shooter, I hear, was an Isengard
Orc - the bagman at Saruman's club. I heard he shot
his own partner. Got that? Check out the rich fucks
in Gondor. Boromir. He's dirty. That's all I know. But
Mordor always runs the show. Check out something called
"Balrog" Operation Balrog. Morgoth, Mordor stuff, they're
in charge, but who the fuck pulls whose chain who the
fuck knows, fun 'n' games man - check out Southeast
Moria - that's the next big number - the Mithril trail.
"Oh, what a deadly web we weave when we practice to
deceive."
Frodo: Then who killed the High King of Gondor?
Gollum: Oh man, why don't you stop. This is too fuckin'
big for you! Who did Isildur? It's a mystery wrapped
in a riddle inside an enigma. Even the shooters don't
fuckin' know! Don't you get it yet? I can't be talking
like this. They're gonna kill me. I'm gonna die!
(he sits down, cracking, sobbing)
Gollum (CONT'D): I don't know what happened. All I wanted
in the world was to be a boatman - live by the Anduin,
have fun with Deagol, swim, eat fish. But I had this
one terrible, fatal weakness. The ring took me. And
then I started to lose everything.
He bows his head, holding it in his hands, and his
wig starts to come off in his hands.
Gollum (CONT'D): Shit! Forgot to glue this fuckin' rug
today. You know, at one time I even had a full head
of hair like everyone else. And then I lost that. That
fuckin' Sauron. I hate the bastard. All I got left is
in his rotten, bloody hands. He tipped the newspapers
- I know it. That's how Mordor works. They use people,
chew them up, spit 'em out. Now it's my turn.
Frodo (empathetic): Smeagol, it's going to be okay.
Just talk to us on the record and we'll protect you.
I guarantee it.
There's a long silence. Gollum, spent, stares at
Frodo. He's about to crack, but ...
Gollum: They'll get to you, too - they'll destroy you
... They're untouchable, man ...
(then)
Gollum (CONT'D): I'm so fucking exhausted I can't see
straight.
Frodo: Get some rest, Smeagol, and you'll feel better
in the morning. We'll talk then.
Gollum: Yeah, yeah. But leave me alone for awhile. I
got to catch some fishes.
His eyes are going again. Deals ... intrigue - thru
the tears.
Sam: Whatever you say, Smeagol. I'll be here. Okay?
Sam and Frodo share a look.