[Denethor pours oil over himself and a rousing Faramir.]

Denethor: "Set a fire in our flesh!"

[Soldiers, with lit torches, approach Denethor.]

[Gandalf bursts through the mausoleum door.]

Gandalf: "Stay this madness!"

[The guards stop, but Denethor grabs a torch.]

Denethor: "You may triumph in the field of battle for a day, but against the power that has risen in the east, there is no victory."

[Denethor tosses the torch on the pyre. As the fire lights, Gandalf takes up a spear and charges Denethor, knocking him off the pyre.]

[Pippin leaps from Shadowfax onto the pyre and rolls Faramir down off it.]

[A burning Denethor rises and attacks Pippin.]

Denethor: "No! You will not take my son from me!"

[Shadowfax knocks Denethor onto the burning pyre.]

[Faramir opens his eyes and looks at his father.]

Denethor: "Faramir… my son. Ah!"

[Engulfed in flames, Denethor runs out of the mausoleum.]

Gandalf: "So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion."

[Denethor falls from the edge of Minas Tirith.]