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SETTLE ON:
FRODO and SAM in a FILTHY CULVERT.

SAM twitches in a RESTLESS SLEEP. But FRODO is awake . . . His

hand trails down to the CHAIN around his NECK ...

A SUDDEN HISS! FRODO quickly hides the RING as GOLLUM peers

at them with GLEAMING EYES.

GOLLUM:

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, sleepies! We

must go, yes, we must go at once!

SAM STIRS, looks at FRODO . . .

SAM:

Haven't you had any sleep, Mr Frodo?

FRODO shakes his HEAD.

SAM (cont'd)

I've gone and had too much!

(CONTINUED)

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CONTINUED:

SAM looks at the dead, BROWN TWILIGHT, below the LOWERING

CLOUD.

SAM (cont'd)

It must be getting late.

FRODO:

No . . . no it isn't. It isn't midday yet.

The days are growing darker.

The GROUND suddenly QUIVERS, as a ROLLING, RUMBLING NOISE

ECHOES down the VALLEY.

GOLLUM:

Come on, must go, no time ...

SAM:

Not before Mr Frodo's had something to eat.

GOLLUM:

. . . no time to lose, silly.

SAM shoots GOLLUM a HOSTILE LOOK and turns back to rummage in

his KNAPSACK. He holds up a piece of dried LEMBAS BREAD to

FRODO.

SAM:

Here.

FRODO:

What about you?

SAM:

(lying badly)

I'm not hungry - leastways, not for lembas

bread.

FRODO:

Sam.

SAM:

(confessing)

Alright. We don't have that much left.

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