Tuesday, January 16, 2007

GANDALF and PIPPIN sit on stone steps . . . Both
covered in sweat and grime, bone-weary from fighting,
spirits and hearts bruised . . .
 
PIPPIN:(quiet)
             I didn't think it would end this way . . .
 
 GANDALF: (gently):
             End? No, the journey doesn't end here.
 
PIPPIN looks up at GANDALF, questioningly . . . .
 
GANDALF: Death is just another path, one that we all
must take.
 
ANGLE ON: GANDALF looks down to see PIPPIN looking
up at him with fear in his eyes . . .
 
GANDALF: (remembering)
The grey rain curtain of this world rolls
back and all turns to silver glass . . .
(to himself)
and then you see it . . .
 
ANGLE ON: GANDALF breaks off, lost in reverie . . .
 
PIPPIN:
What, Gandalf? See what?
 
GANDALF:
White shores ... And beyond . . . A far green
country under a swift sunrise.
 
PIPPIN stares up at the OLD WIZARD'S FACE, softened
quiet and full of peace . . .
 
PIPPIN:(quiet)
Well, that isn't so bad.
 
GANDALF:(gently)
No . . . No, it isn't.

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