[The Uruk-hai are marching, carrying Merry and Pippin on their backs.]

Pippin: "Merry! Merry!"

[Orcs emerge.]

Grishnakh: "You're late. Our master grows impatient. He wants the Shire-rats now."

Mauhúr: "I don't take orders from Orc-maggots. Saruman will have his prize. We will deliver them."

Pippin: "Merry! Merry! Wake up! My friend is sick! He needs water. Please!"

Mauhúr: "Sick is he? Give him some medicine, boys!"

[Uruks growl, then one pours a sticky red liquid into Merry's mouth.]

[Merry chokes.]

Pippin: "Stop it!"

Mauhúr: "Can't take his draught!"

Pippin: "Leave him alone!"

Mauhúr: "Why? You want some? Huh? Then keep your mouth shut."

Pippin: "Merry."

Merry: "Hello, Pip."

Pippin: "You're hurt."

Merry: "I'm fine. It was just an act."

Pippin: "An act?"

Merry: "See? I fooled you too. Don't worry about me, Pippin."

[One of the big orcs sniffs the air.]

Mauhúr: "What is it? What do you smell?"

Uglúk: "Man-flesh."

Pippin: "Aragorn!"

Mauhúr: "They've picked up our trail! Let's go!"

[The Uruk-hai continue marching. Pippin tears his elven brooch off his cloak with his teeth, and drops it onto the ground.]