Pull!
Mithrandir.
They broke through our defenses.
They've taken the bridge
and the west bank.
Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river.
It is as the Lord Denethor predicted.
- Long has he foreseen this doom.
- Foreseen and done nothing.
Faramir?
This is not the first Halfling
to have crossed your path.
No.
You've seen Frodo and Sam?
- Where? When?
- In lthilien.
Not two days ago.
Gandalf, they're taking the road
to the Morgul Vale.
And then the pass of Cirith Ungol.
What does that mean?
- What's wrong?
- Faramir, tell me everything.
Tell me all you know.
This is how you would serve your city?
You would risk its utter ruin?
I did what I judged to be right.
What you judged to be right.
You sent the Ring of Power into Mordor
in the hands of a witless Halfling.
It should have been brought back
to the Citadel to be kept safe.
Hidden.
Dark and deep in the vaults...
...not to be used.
Unless at the uttermost end of need.
I would not use the Ring.
Not if Minas Tirith were falling in ruin
and I alone could save her.
Ever you desire to appear lordly
and gracious...
...as a king of old.
Boromir would have remembered
his father's need.
He would have brought me a kingly gift.
Boromir would not
have brought the Ring.
He would have stretched out his hand to
this thing and taken it. He would've fallen.
- You know nothing of this matter!
- He would have kept it for his own.
And when he returned...
...you would not have known your son.
Boromir was loyal to me!
Not some wizard's pupil!