(It's dusk).
Frodo: Anything?
Merry: Nothing...
Pippin: What's going on?
Merry: That black rider was lookin' for something... or someone... Frodo?
Frodo: Sorry, what? I wasn't listening.
Pippin: Get down!
(The Black Rider appears at the top of the hill.)
Frodo: I must leave the Shire and go to... uh... go to... uh.
Sam: Bree.
(Frodo points at Sam.)
Frodo: That's it.
Merry: Buckleberry Ferry on three, you count Frodo.
Frodo: 1... 2... 5!
Sam: 3 sir!
Frodo: 3!
(The Black Rider charges and Frodo and Sam.)
Merry: Follow me, I know the way!
(Merry runs to the edge of the dock, trips on a loose board and falls into the water.)
Sam: Run, Frodo! Run!
Frodo: Go! Forget Merry!
(They cast off)
Frodo: How far to the nearest crossing?
Merry: Brandywine Bridge, 20 inches away.
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Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens... -The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers: Book 2, Chapter 3)
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