Music plays and wiggly worm appears on the screen pans back to include Smeagol's face.

Shows two hobbits fishing in a boat.


DEAGOL: Oh Smeagol Ive got one! (laughs) Ive got a fish Smeagol, Smeagol! (laughs hysterically)

SMEAGOL: Pull it in! Go on, go on, go on, pull it in!

DEAGOL: Arrghh! (falls in the water)

SMEAGOL: Deagol!

Deagol gets pulled along the bottom of the river by a fish on his hook. He lets go of the rod and spots something shiny buried in the silt and grabs it. He crawls up onto the grassy bank spluttering and coughing.
When he recovers he opens his hand and stares mesmerised at the shiny ring, which lies there covered in mud. He fingers the ring and ominous music plays.


SMEAGOL: Deagol!

Smeagol runs up to him laughing

SMEAGOL: Deagol!

Smeagol spots the ring in Deagol's hand and his happy expression changes and he also becomes mesmerised by it.

SMEAGOL: Give us that! Deagol my love

Deagol turns around and looks at him.

DEAGOL: Why?

SMEAGOL: Because (he puts his arm around Deagol) it's my birthday and I wants it.

Smeagol grabs for the ring but Deagol snatches it away. They look closely at each other and Smeagol smiles at Deagol but tries to snatch the ring again. They circle with faces close to each other. Deagol holds the ring behind him. Smeagol tries to snatch it and pry it from his fingers. They begin to struggle Smeagol trying to get the ring away from Deagol. He pushes Smeagol on the chin, forcing him away. Smeagol retaliates and bites Deagol on the wrist. Deagol turns and runs away from him and Smeagol jumps onto his back making him fall over and drop the ring. They both scrabble for the fallen ring, but Deagol manages to get hold of it. He turns around and attacks Smeagol, grabbing him by the throat with one hand. Smeagol struggles but manages to push him off, grabbing Deagol with both hands by the throat. He forces him to the ground and holds him tightly by the throat strangling him. Deagol dies.

Smeagol reaches over and takes the ring from his hand. He holds it in his own hands admiring its beauty.

SMEAGOL: My precious.

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