:the lion king script

Circle of Life

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
In the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
　
It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life

MUFASA: Look, Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.

SIMBA: Wow.

MUFASA: A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the

sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.

SIMBA: And this will all be mine?

MUFASA: Everything.

SIMBA: Everything the light touches. What about that shadowy place?

MUFASA: That's beyond our borders. You must never go there, Simba.

SIMBA: But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.

MUFASA: Oh, there's more to being king than.., getting your way all the time.

SIMBA: There's more?

MUFASA: Simba...Everything you see exists together, in a delicate balance. As a

king, you need to understand that balance, and respect all the creatures -- from

the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.

SIMBA: But, Dad, don't we eat the antelope?

MUFASA: Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass.

And the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great Circle

of Life.

SIMBA: Hey Uncle Scar! Guess what!

SCAR: I despise guessing games.

SIMBA: I'm going to be king of Pride Rock.

SCAR: Oh goody.

SIMBA: My dad showed me the whole kingdom; and I'm going to rule it all

SCAR: Yes. Well... forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.

SIMBA: Hey, Uncle Scar? When I'm king, what will that make you?

SCAR: A monkey's uncle.

SIMBA: Heh heh. You're so weird.

SCAR: You have no idea ...So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?

SIMBA: Everything.

SCAR: He didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern border...?

SIMBA: Well, no... he said I can't go there.

SCAR: And he's absolutely right. It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions

go there.

SIMBA: Well, I'm brave! What's out th--

SCAR: I'm sorry, Simba, I just can't tell you.

SIMBA: Why not?

SCAR: Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well-being of my favorite

nephew.

SIMBA: Yeah, right, I'm your only nephew.

SCAR: All the more reason for me to be protective... An elephant graveyard is no

place for a young prince... (faking surprise) Oops!

SIMBA: An elephant what? Whoa.

SCAR: Oh dear, I've said too much... Well, I suppose you'd have found sooner or

later, you being so clever and all. Oh, just do me one favor-- promise me you'll

never visit that dreadful place.

SIMBA: No problem.

SCAR: There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun. And remember... it's

our little secret.

Banzai: Here kitty, kitty, kitty.
Shenzi: Oo-hoo… That was it? Hah. Do it again.... come on.
Shenzi, Banzai, Ed: Huh?!
Shenzi: Oh, Please, please. Uncle. Uncle.
Banzai: Ow. Ow. Ow.
Mufasa: Silence!
Banzai: Oh, we're gonna shut up right now.
Shenzi: Calm down. We're really sorry.
Mufasa: If you ever come near my son again...
Shenzi: Oh this is ... this is your son?!?
Banzai: Oh your son??
Shenzi: Did you know that?
Banzai: No.... Me? I-I-I didn't know it. No. Did you?
Shenzi: No! Of course not.
Banzai: No.
Shenzi and Banzai: Ed?
Ed: {Stupidly nods yes}
{Mufasa roars}
Banzai: …Toodles!
(The hyenas are scared away.)
Simba: Dad, I …
Mufasa: You deliberately disobeyed me.
Simba: Dad, I'm.... I'm sorry.
Mufasa: Let’s go home.
Nala: I thought you were very brave.
Mufasa: Zazu?
Zazu: Yes, sire?
Mufasa: Take Nala home. I've got to teach my son a lesson.
Zazu: Come, Nala. Simba... {puts his wings on Simba's shoulders, gives a heavy

sigh, and then a reassuring pat} Good luck.
Mufasa: Simba!
Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in you.
Simba: I know.
Mufasa: You could have been killed. You deliberately disobeyed me. And what's

worse,- you put Nala in danger!
Simba: I was just trying to be brave like you.
Mufasa: I'm only brave when I have to be. Simba ... being brave doesn't mean you

go looking for trouble.
Simba: But you're not scared of anything.
Mufasa: I was today.
Simba: You were?
Mufasa: Yes ... I thought I might lose you.
Simba: Oh. I guess even kings get scared, huh?
Mufasa: Mm-hmm.
Simba: But you know what?
Mufasa: What?
Simba: I think those hyenas were even scarier.
Mufasa: ‘Cause nobody messes with your dad. Come here, you.
Simba: Oh no, no ... Aaagh! Errrggh! ...
Simba: Oh, come here... Hah! Gotcha!
Simba: Dad?
Mufasa: Hmm?
Simba: We're pals, right?
Mufasa: Right.
Simba: And we'll always be together, right?
Mufasa: Simba, ... Let me tell you something that my father told me ... Look at

the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars.
Simba: {Awed} Really?
Mufasa: Yes ... So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will

always be there to guide you ... And so will I.

Banzai: Man, that lousy Mufasa! I won't be able to sit for a week.

Ed: {Laughs}

Banzai: It's not funny, Ed.

Ed: {Tries to stop laughing, but bursts out worse}

Banzai: Hey, shut up!

Ed: {Can not stop laughing}

Shenzi: Will you knock it off!

Banzai: Well, he started it.

Shenzi: Look at you guys. No wonder we're dangling at the bottom of the food

chain.

Banzai: Man, I hate dangling.

Shenzi: Shyeah? You know, if it weren't for those lions, we'd be runnin’ the

joint.

Banzai: Yeah. Man, I hate lions.

Shenzi: So pushy.

Banzai: And hairy.

Shenzi: And stinky.

Banzai: And man are they ...

Shenzi and Banzai: Uuug-LEE! (ugly)

Scar: Oh, surely we lions are not all that bad.

Banzai: Oh Scar, it's just you.

Shenzi: We were afraid it was somebody important.

Banzai: Yeah, you know, like Mufasa.

Shenzi: Yeah.

Scar: I see.

Banzai: Now that's power.

Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder.

Banzai: Mufasa.

Shenzi: Ooooh. ... Do it again.

Banzai: Mufasa.

Shenzi: Ooooh.

Banzai: Mufasa. Mufasa! Mufasa!

Shenzi: Oooh! It tingles me.

Scar: I'm surrounded by idiots.

Banzai: Not you Scar, I mean, you're one of us. I mean, you're our pal.

Scar: Charmed.

Shenzi: Ohh, I like that. He's not king, but he's still so proud.

Banzai: Yeah. Hey, hey hey. Did ya bring us anything to eat, Scar, old buddy, old

pal? Huh? Did-ya-did-ya-did-ya?

Scar: I don't think you really deserve this. {Holds out a zebra haunch.} I

practically gift-wrapped those cubs for you. {Drops leg to hyenas} And you

couldn't even dispose of them.

Shenzi: Well, ya know… it wasn't exactly like they were alone, Scar.

Banzai: Yeah. What are we supposed to do? Kill Mufasa?

Scar: Precisely.

SCAR: Mufasa's death was a terrible tragedy; but to lose Simba, who had barely

begun to live...

SCAR:... For me it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a heavy heart that I

assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet

the dawning of a new era.., in which lion and hyena come together, in a great and

glorious future!

Timon: Heeyyyaaaahh!! Get out! Get out! Get outta here!!!! Whoo!

Pumbaa: I love it! Bowling for buzzards!

Timon: Gets 'em every time.

Pumbaa: Uh-oh. Hey Timon. You better come look. I think it’s still alive.

Timon: Yeewgh!...

Timon: All righty, what have we got here? Jeez, it's a lion! Run Pumbaa! Move it!

Pumbaa: Hey, Timon. It's just a little lion. Look at him. He's so cute, and all

alone! Can we keep him?

Timon: Pumbaa, are you nuts?! We're talking about a lion. Lions eat guys like us.

Pumbaa: But he's so little.

Timon: He's gonna get bigger.

Pumbaa: Maybe he'll be on our side.

Timon: A--Huh! That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Maybe he'll b-- …Hey, I

got it! What if he's on our side? You know, having a lion around might not be

such a bad idea.

Pumbaa: So we keeping 'im?

Timon: Pthpt. Of course. Who's the brains in this outfit?

Pumbaa: Uhhh....

Timon: My point exactly. Jeez, I'm fried. Let's get out of here and find some

shade.

(They carry Simba to a shady place, and wait until the lion cub comes to.)

Timon: You okay, kid?

Simba: I guess so.

Pumbaa: You nearly died.

Timon: I saved you.

Pumbaa: (snorts at Timon)

Timon: Well, uh, Pumbaa helped... a little.

Simba: Thanks for your help.

Timon: Hey, where you going?

Simba: Nowhere.

Timon: Gee. He looks blue.

Pumbaa: I'd say brownish-gold.

Timon: No, no, no, no. I mean he's depressed.

Pumbaa: Oh. Kid, what's eatin’ ya?

Timon: Nothing-- he's at the top of the food chain! Ahhhhhhha ha haaa! The food

cha-haain! Ah heh-- Ahem. So, where you from?

Simba: Who cares? I can't go back.

Timon: Ahh. You're an outcast! That's great; so are we!

Pumbaa: What’cha do, kid?

Simba: Something terrible. But I don't wanna talk about it.

Timon: Good. We don't wanna hear about it.

Pumbaa: Come on Timon. (To Simba) Anything we can do?

Simba: Not unless you can change the past.

Pumbaa: You know, kid, in times like this my buddy Timon here says “You got to

put your behind in your past.”

Timon: No. No. No.

Pumbaa: I mean...

Timon: Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. (to Simba) It's “You got to

put your past behind you.” Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do

anything about it, right?

Simba: Right.

Timon: Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the

world!

Simba: Well, that's not what I was taught.

Timon: Then maybe you need a new lesson. Repeat after me. Hakuna Matata.

Simba: What?

Pumbaa: Ha-ku-na Ma-ta-ta. It means no worries.

Timon:

Hakuna Matata!

What a wonderful phrase

Pumbaa:

Hakuna Matata!

Ain't no passing craze

Timon:

It means no worries

For the rest of your days

Both:

It's our problem-free

philosophy

Timon: Hakuna Matata!

Simba: Hakuna Matata?

Pumbaa: Yeah, it's our motto.

Simba: What's a motto?

Timon: Nothing! What's a motto with you?

Pumbaa: You know, kid-- these two words will solve all your problems.

Timon: That's right! Take Pumbaa for example.

Timon: Why, when he was a young wart-hog…

Pumbaa: When I was a young wart hooog!

Timon: Very nice.

Pumbaa: Thanks!

Timon: {Singing}

He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal

He could clear the Savannah after every meal

Pumbaa:

I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned

And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind

And oh, the shame

(He was ashamed)

Thoughta changin' my name

(Oh, what's in a name)

And I got downhearted

(How did you feel)

Ev'rytime that I...

Timon: Hey, Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!

Pumbaa: Oh. Sorry.

Pumbaa and Timon:

Hakuna Matata!

What a wonderful phrase

Hakuna Matata!

Ain't no passing craze

Simba:

It means no worries

For the rest of your days

Timon: Yeah, sing it, kid!

Simba and Timon:

It's our problem-free

Pumbaa: philosophy.

All three:

Hakuna Matata!

Timon: Welcome… to our humble home.

Simba: You live here?

Timon: We live wherever we want.

Pumbaa: Yep. Home is where your rump rests. Heh!

Simba: It's beautiful.

SIMBA: Nala?

SIMBA: Is it really you?

NALA: Who are you?

SIMBA: It's me. Simba.

NALA: Simba? (Pause for realization) Whoah!

NALA: Well how did you ... where did you come from ... it's great to see you.

SIMBA: Aaah! How did you ... who ... wow ... this is cool ... it's great to see

you...

TIMON: Hey, what's going on here?

SIMBA: (Still to Nala) What are you doing here?

NALA: What do you mean, "What am I doing here?" What are you doing here?

TIMON: Hey! What's goin'on here!?!?!

SIMBA: Timon, this is Nala. She's my best friend.

TIMON: (Thoroughly confused) Friend?!?

SIMBA: Yeah. Hey, Pumbaa, come over here.

SIMBA: Nala, this is Pumbaa. Pumbaa, Nala.

PUNBAA: Pleased to make your acquaintance.

NALA: The pleasure's all mine.

TIMON: How do you do... Whoa! Whoa. Time out ... Let me get this straight. You

know her. She knows you. But she wants to eat him. And everybody's...okay with

this? Did I miss something?

SIMBA: Relax, Timon.

NALA: Wait till everybody finds out you've been here all this time! And your

mother, what will she think?

SIMBA: (Misunderstanding) She doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know.

NALA: Of course they do. Everyone thinks you're dead.

SIMBA: They do?

NALA: Yeah. Scar told us about the stampede.

SIMBA: He did? (Beginning to see something) what else did he tell you?

NALA: What else matters? You're alive. And that means ... you're the king.

TIMON: King? Pbbb. Lady, have you got your lions crossed.

PUNBAA: King? Your Majesty! I gravel at your feet.

SIMBA: Stop it.

TIMON: (To Pumbaa) It's not "gravel". It's "grovel". And don't he's not the king.

(To Simba) Are ya?

SIMBA: No.

NALA: Simba?

SIMBA: No, I'm not the king. Maybe I was gonna be, but.., that was a long time

ago.

TIMON: Let me get this straight. You're the king? And you never told us?

SIMBA: Look, I'm still the same guy.

TIMON: (Enthusiastic) But with power!

NALA: (Apologetic) Could you guys ... excuse us for a few minutes?

TIMON: Hey, (Taps Pumbaa) whatever she has to say, she can say in front of us.

Right, Simba?

SIMBA: Hmm. Maybe you'd better go.

TIMON: (Aghast, then resigned) It starts. You think you know a guy ...

SIMBA: Timon and Pumbaa. You learn to love 'em.

SIMBA: What? ...What is it?

NALA: (Quietly) It's like you're back from the dead. You don't know how much this

will mean to everyone .... What it means to me.

SIMBA: Hey, it's okay.

NALA: (Rubbing under Simba's chin, purring) I've really missed you.

SIMBA: (Startled by Nala's boldness for an instant, then reciprocating) I've

missed you too.

(Can You Feel the Love Tonight scene)

TIMON: (Heavy sigh) I tell you, Pumbaa, this stinks.

PUNBAA: Oh. Sorry.

TIMON: Not you. Them! Him. Her. Alone.

PUNBAA: What's wrong with that?

(Singing)

TIMON: I can see what’s happening

PUNBAA: What? And they don't have a clue

PUNBAA: Who? They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line. Our trio's down to

two.

PUNBAA: Oh.

(In a sarcastic mock-French accent)

Ze sweet caress of twilight

(Back to normal, but still sarcastic)

There's magic everywhere

And with all this romantic atmosphere

Disaster's in the air

(The scene passes from Timon and Pumbaa to Simba and Nala in front of a

waterfall.)

FS: Can you feel the love tonight?

The peace the evening brings

The world, for once, in perfect harmony

With all its living things

SIMBA: So many things to tell her. But how to make her see the truth about my

past? Impossible! She'd turn away from me.

NALA: He's holding back, he's hiding. But what, I can't decide. Why won't he be

the king I know, he is the king I see inside?

(Chorus:)

Can you feel the love tonight?

The peace the evening brings

The word, for once, in perfect harmony

With all its living things

Can you feel the love tonight?

You needn't took too far

Stealing through the night's uncertainties

Love is where they are

TIMON: And if he falls in love tonight. (Pumbaa sniffs) It can be assumed. (Timon

hugs Pumbaa, tearfully.)

PUNBAA: His carefree days with us are history.

TIMON and PUNBAA: In short, our pal is doomed.

(They let loose crying full force.)

SIMBA: Isn't this a great place?

NALA: It is beautiful. But I don't understand something. You've been alive all

this time. Why didn't you come back to Pride Rock?

SIMBA: (Climbing into a "hammock" of hanging vines) Well, I just needed to ...

get out on my own. Live my own life. And I did. And it's great. (He sounds almost

as if trying to convince himself as well as Nala.)

NALA: (Voice catching, as though barely under control) We've really needed you at

home.

SIMBA: (Quieter) No one needs me.

NALA: Yes, we do! You're the king.

SIMBA: Nala, we've been through this. I’m not the king. Scar is.

NALA: Simba, he let the hyenas take over the Pride Lands.

SIMBA: What?

NALA: Everything's destroyed. There's no food. No water. Simba, if you don't do

something soon, everyone will starve.

SIMBA: I can't go back.

NALA: (Louder) Why?

SIMBA: You wouldn't understand.

NALA: What wouldn't I understand?

SIMBA: (Hastily) No, no, no. It doesn't matter. Hakuna Matata.

NALA: (Confused) What?

SIMBA: Hakuna Matata, It's something I learned out here. Look, sometimes bad

things happen ...

NALA: Simba!

SIMBA: (Continuing, irritated) ...And there’s nothing you can do about it. So

why worry?

NALA: Because it's your responsibility!

SIMBA: Well, what about you? You left.

NALA: I left to find help! And I found you. Don't you understand? You're our only

hope.

SIMBA: Sorry.

NALA: What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I remember.

SIMBA: You're right. I'm not. Now are you satisfied?

NALA: No, just disappointed.

SIMBA: You know, you're starting to sound like my father.

NALA: Good. At least one of us does. (Simba is obviously cut by the comment about

his father; he tears into Nata with his words.)

SIMBA: (Angry) Listen, you think you can just show up and tell me how to live my

life? You don't even know what I've been through!

NALA: I would if you would just tell me!

SIMBA: Forget it!

NALA: Fine!

SIMBA: She's wrong. I can't go back. What would it prove, anyway? It won't change

anything. You can't change the past. (He looks up at the stars.) You said you'd

always be there for me! But you're not. And it's because of me. It's my fault.

It's my fault.

SIMBA: Come on, will you cut it out? (Rafiki, laughing, is doing random

acrobatics in the trees nearby.)

RAFIKI: Can't cut it out. It'll grow right back! (Laughs) (Simba starts walking

away. Rafiki follows.)

SIMBA: Creepy little monkey. Will you stop following me? Who are you?

RAFIKI: (In front of Simba, then right in his face.) The question is: whooo ...

are you?

SIMBA: (Startled, then sighing) I thought I 'knew. Now I'm not so sure.

RAFIKI: Well, I know who you are. Shh, Come here. It's a secret.

SIMBA: Enough already. What's that supposed to mean, anyway?

RAFIKI: It means you are a baboon -- and I'm not. (Laughs)

SIMBA: (Moving away) I think ... you're a little confused.

RAFIKI: (Magically in front of Simba again) Wrong. I'm not the one who's

confused; you don't even know who you are.

SIMBA: (Irritated, sarcastic) Oh, and I suppose you know?

RAFIKI: Sure do; you're Mufasa`s boy. Bye.

SIMBA: Hey, wait! (...) You knew my father?

RAFIKI: (Monotone) Correction-- I know your father.

SIMBA: I hate to tell you this, but ... he died. Long time ago.

RAFIKI: Nope. Wrong again! Ha ha hah! He's alive! And 1'11 show him to you. You

follow old Rafiki, he knows the way. Come on!

RAFIKI: Don't dawdle. Hurry up!

SIMBA: Hey, whoa. Wait, wait.

RAFIKI: Come on, come on.

SIMBA: Would you slow down?

RAFIKI: Stop! Shh, look down there.

SIMBA: (Disappointed sigh) That's not my father. That's just my reflection.

RAFIKI: No. Look harder. ( ... ) You see, he lives in you.

MUFASA`S GHOST: (Quietly at first) Simba ...

SIMBA: Father?

MUFASA`S GHOST: Simba, you have forgotten me.

SIMBA: No. How could I?

MUFASA`S GHOST: You have forgotten who you are, and so have forgotten me. Look

inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take

your place in the Circle of Life.

SIMBA: How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be.

MUFASA`S GHOST: Remember who you are. You are my son, and the one true king.

Remember who you are.

SIMBA: No. Please! Don't leave me.

MUFASA`S GHOST: Remember ...

SIMBA: Father!

MUFASA'S GHOST: Remember ...

SIMBA: Don't leave me.

MUFASA`S GHOST: Remember ...

RAFIKI: What was that? (Laugh) The weather---Pbbbah! Very peculiar. Don't you

think?

SIMBA: Yeah. Looks like the winds are changing,

RAFIKI: Ahhh. Change is good.

SIMBA: Yeah, but it's not easy. I know what I have to do. But, going back means

I'i1 have to face my past. I've been running from it for so long. ( Rafiki hit

Simba with his stick) Oww! Jeez-- What was that for?

RAFIKI: It doesn't matter; it's in the past! (Laughs)

SIMBA: (Rubbing head) Yeah, but it still hurts.

RAFIKI: Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from

it, or ... learn from it. Hah, you see! So what are you going to do?

SIMBA: First, I'm gonna take your stick.

RAFIKI: No, no, no, no, no! Not the stick! Hey, where are you going?

SIMBA: (Shouting back) I'm going back!

RAFIKI: Good! Go on! Get out of here! (Laughs)

Nala: Hey. Hey, wake up.

(Timon wakes up and see a huge lion face in his view. He starts screaming and

Pumbaa joins in.)

Nala: It's OK. Whoa, whoa. It's OK. It's me.

Timon: Don't ever do that again! Carnivores, oy!

Nala: Have you guys seen Simba?

Timon: I thought he was with you.

Nala: He was, but now I can't find him. Where is he?

(Rafiki's laughing, he's sitting in a tree above them.)

Rafiki: Ho ho ho ho! You won't find him here. Ha ha. The king… has returned.

Nala: (Quietly) I can't believe it. He's gone back!

Timon: Gone back? What do you mean? Hey! What's going on here? Who's the monkey?!

Nala: Simba's gone to challenge Scar.

Timon: Who?

Nala: Scar.

Pumbaa: Who's got a scar?

Nala: (Shaking head) No, no, no. It's his uncle.

Timon: The monkey's his uncle?

Nala: No! Simba's gone back to challenge his uncle to take his place as king.

Timon and Pumbaa: Ohhh.

(Simba appears on the ledge, growling loudly. He leaps out and runs to his

mother. Scar mistakes Simba as Mufasa and is understandably frightened.)Mufasa?

No-- you're dead.

Sarabi: Mufasa?

Simba: No; it's me.

Sarabi: Simba? You're alive? How can that be?

Simba: It doesn't matter; I'm home.

Scar: Simba? Simba! I'm a little surprised to see you... alive.

Simba: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.

Scar: Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom...

Simba: …Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.

Scar: Oh, oh, ye-- Well, I would, heh, naturally, heh-- however, there is one

little problem. You see them? They think I'm king.

(Nala appears with the rest of the lionesses.)

Nala: Well, we don't. Simba is the rightful king.

Simba: The choice is yours, Scar. Either step down or fight.

Scar: Oh, must it all end in violence? I'd hate to be responsible for the death

of a family member. Wouldn't you agree, Simba?

Simba: That's not gonna work, Scar. I've put it behind me.

Scar: Eh, but what about your faithful subjects? Have they put it behind them?

Nala: Simba, what is he talking about?

Scar: (Delighted) Ahh, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba,

now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death!

(Scars last line causes the lionesses to start. All are concentrating on Simba.)

Simba: (Steeling himself, then taking a step forward) I am.

Sarabi: (With much grief) It's not true. Tell me it's not true.

Simba: (Regretfully)It's true.

Scar: You see, he admits it! Murderer!

Simba: No! It was an accident!

(Scar walks around and around Simba as he accuses him; very nicely done animated

rotation.)

Scar: If it weren't for you, Mufasa would still be alive. It's your fault he's

dead.... Do you deny it?

Simba: No.

Scar: Then ... you're ... guilty!

Simba: No. I'm not a murderer.

Scar: Oh Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save

you. And now everyone knows why!

(Scar has been backing Simba up the length of Pride Rock. After his last

sentence, Simba slips over the edge and is clinging to the ledge by his forepaws.

Lightning strikes below, igniting the dry brush.)

Nala: Simba!

(Scar sits back and pretends to think.)

Scar: Now this looks familiar. Hmm. Where have I seen this before. Let me think.

Hmmm... hmmm. Oh yes, I remember. This is just the way your father looked before

he died.

(Scar grabs Simba with his claws as he did Mufasa. He whispers into Simba's ear.)

And here's my little secret. I killed Mufasa.

(Simba has a quick memory flash back to that fateful instant. His voice blends

with his younger voice in the scream of when his father died. In one giant leap

he lunges up and pins Scar on his back. Scar is caught completely by surprise and

is understandably very nervous and shaken.)

Simba: NoooooOOO.... MURDERER!

(The lionesses are surprised at this sudden change.)

Scar: No, Simba please.

Simba: Tell them the truth.

Scar: Truth? But, truth is in the eye of the beholdllgkkk…!

(Simba starts to choke Scar.)All right. All right. (quietly, venemously) I did

it.

Simba: So they can hear you.

Scar: I ... killed ... Mufasa!

(Nala starts towards Scar, the hyenas attack Simba in a wall of teeth. The

lionesses join in, attacking the hyenas. We see Pumbaa and Timon come in. Pumbaa

charges with Timon riding him; hyenas fly everywhere.)

Pumbaa: Heyyy-yaaaaah!!

Timon: ‘Scuse me. Pardon me. Comin’ through. Hot stuff. Whoo!

(Bowling strike sound effect as hyenas fly. Rafiki whacks a hyena off of Simba.

Camera switch to him; with a battle scream, he joins the fray. As a bit of comic

relief, Rafiki is fighting in kung-fu "B-movie" style, complete with cheesy sound

effects.)

Rafiki: (As he hits various hyenas) wwwA! Hozah! Hazoww! Yaa! Yah! hhyEEOOWww!　

(Camera switch to Timon running from Shenzi. He runs into the cave. Zazu spots

him. Timon runs into his cage for safety from the hyenas.)

Zazu: Let me out! Let me out!

Timon: Let me in let me in! Pleeease don't eat me.

(Pumbaa appears at the cave's entrance.)

Pumbaa: Problem?

Banzai: Hey, who's the pig?

Pumbaa: Are you talking to me?

Timon: Uh oh. They called him a pig.

Pumbaa: Are you talking to me?!

Timon: Shouldn't ‘a done that.

Pumbaa: ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?!?

Timon: Now they're in for it.

Pumbaa: THEY CALL ME.. MISTER PIIIG! AAAAAAAAAAA--

(Pumbaa charges and drives the hyenas off.)

Timon: Take that! And that!

Banzai: Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ...

Pumbaa: Take that! And that! You yellow belly...

Zazu: Take that, you stupid...

(They start the Arsenio hall “Ooh, ooh” chant. The scene switches to Simba

chasing Scar up to the high point of Pride Rock. Scar runs up to the edge and

sees the sheer drop. Simba leaps up to confront him and the cliff like edge. Scar

is very apprehensive, seeing he is cornered and at Simba’s mercy.)

Simba: (Quietly, severely) Murderer.

Scar: Simba, Simba. Please. Please have mercy. I beg you.

Simba: You don't deserve to live.

Scar: But, Simba, I am ... ah ... family. It's the hyenas who are the real enemy.

It was their fault-- it was their idea!

(Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed are in the background. They overhear and back away

growling at Scar's betrayal.)

Simba: Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.

Scar: What are you going to do? You wouldn't kill your old Uncle...?

Simba: No, Scar. I'm not like you.

Scar: Oh, Simba, thank you. You are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I

promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me, I mean, anything.

Simba: (Gravely, with deep anger) Run. Run away, Scar. And never return.

Scar: Yes. Of course.... As you wish, {looking down and seeing a pile of hot

coals.} your Majesty! (Scar swipes the coals into Simba’s face. With a cry of

surprise and pain, Simba paws the coals away as Scar leaps and attacks.)

(There is a fight in slow motion. Both Scar and Simba land heavy blows. Simba

gets knocked on his back. Scar leaps through the flames at him. Simba gathers

courage and uses Scar's momentum in a "throw" similar to Nala's fighting tactics

to send him flying over the edge. Scar tumbles to the bottom. He weakly gets up.

He sees Banzai, Shenzi, and Ed approaching and smiles. Ed has a very angry look

on his face.)

Scar: Ahh, my friends.

Shenzi: Frie-he-hends? I thought he said we were the enemy!

Banzai: Yeah, that's what I heard.

Banzai and Shenzi: Ed?

Ed: (Laughs evilly)

Scar: (Very nervous) No. L-L-L-Le-Le-Le-Le-Let me explain. No. You don't

understand. No! I didn't mean for... No, No! Look, I’m sorry I called you... No!

NOO!

Rafiki: It is time.　

(Very majestically, Simba ascends. Music is strong. At the tip of the rock Simba

looks up through the rain. Through a hole in the clouds we can see a patch of

stars. One bright star shines out briefly.)　

Mufasa: Remember . . .