Somehow, the audio at the Oscars was worse this year. The background fan-like drone was joined by really weird-sounding audio from the sepakers’ mics, like the gain was too high or something. Yeesh.

As the Nazgûl Lord swings again, Meriadoc of the Shire stabs a Barrow-blade into his knee from behind. ‘Éowyn!’

She makes a final thrust with her sword just beneath the crown.

A scream: after four thousand years of service to Sauron, the Nazgûl Lord passes from Middle-earth.

Éowyn drops her helmet. ‘No living man am I! Begone, if you be not deathless! I will smite you, if you touch him.’ The Nazgûl Lord spurs his mount upon her; she cleaves its neck. He rises to face her himself. His mace smashes her shield and breaks her arm. She falls to her knees.