Duration: 1m7s

Master wouldn't hurt us. Gollum: Master broke his promise. Smeagol: Don't ask sméagol. Poor, poor sméagol. Master betrayed us. Wicked. Tricksy. False. We ought to wring his filthy little neck. Kill them both! And then we take the precious... And we be the master! But the fat hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching. Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses and make him crawl. Yes. Yes. Yes. It's too risky. It's too risky. Sam: Where is he? Where has he gone? - Hey, gollum! Where are you? - Frodo: Sméagol?