Goblet of Fire Shooting Script
Originally obtained by The
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire shooting script as of July 30,
2004: The First Task
That's it. (to Harry) Harry. That's it! (hurrying off) Of course the
incantation will have to be rather powerful and you'll have to leave a window
Harry watches Hermione go MUTTERING off, then turns, looks for Cho. Gone.
He frowns, then passes out of FRAME, the CAMERA moving toward a WINDOW...
EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - LATE AFTERNOON
...and through, soaring over the grounds to the dense trees of the Forbidden
Forest, circling the CRIMSON GLOW of the clearing, where newly erected STANDS
teem with students...
EXT. ARENA STANDS - LATE AFTERNOON
...descending into the clearing itself, where Fred & George conduct a few
last minute transactions...
Step up mates! Who fancies a flutter on tonight's bloodbath?
Smart money's on Krum to survive!
One'll get you ten if Potter dies. OW!
Hermione POPS George hard in the arm, glowering disapprovingly as...
We'd cut Harry in, of course...
...the CAMERA tracks back with her into a TENT, where...
INT. TENT - LATE AFTERNOON
...Harry paces. Hermione snaps shut the flap. Smiles nervously.
How're you feeling? OK?
Harry nods. Hermione glances about. Fleur sits in stony silence. Krum lies
on a bench. Diggory paces.
The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to...
Battle a dragon.
Overcome, she throws her arms around him, when -- FLASH! -- Rita Skeeter
strolls in, PHOTOGRAPHER in tow.
Young love. How stirring. If things go unfortunately tonight, you two may even
make the front page.
Oh don't even start, you silly girl. I can tell you where it'll end.
You haff no business here. The tent is for champions. And...friends.
Everyone turns, stunned to hear Krum speak. Skeeter studies him appraisingly
(as does Hermione), then smiles thinly.
No matter. We got what we wanted.
As she exits, Dumbledore enters from the opposite end. With him are Karkaroff
and Madame Maxime and Barty Crouch.
Good evening, Champions. (as they assemble) You've waited. You've wondered.
And now the moment is here. A moment only you four can fully appreciate. Which
begs the question: Why are you here, Miss Granger?
Oh. Sorry. I'll. Just. Go.
(as she exits) Barty.
Barty Crouch steps forward with a SMALL BAG of PURPLE SILK. SMOKE weeps
from the bag's SEAMS while its belly WRITHES with some sort of interior activity.
Crouch seems at great pains to simply keep the bag in his hands.
Surely it's been ... agonizing ... for you all... speculating... these many
weeks as to just what it is that awaits you tonight. Within this bag lies the
As Crouch fumbles with the bag, Rita clucks her tongue softly as she MURMURS
to the phlegmatic photographer.
Oh, Barty, what a magnificent ruin you've become. And to think you almost ruled
the world. Of course, that was before. Then the cookie crumbled. I'll never
forget forget the day it happened. It's quite remarkable to see a man lose everything
in the blink of an eye. To see him... (a hard smile) ...completely lose his
As Crouch gains some dominion over the bag, he holds it out before a wary
Miss Delacour, if you will...
FLASH! The photographer steps forward to capture the moment and Moody is
revealed, having heard Rita's every word.
Fleur swiftly withdraws her hand from the squirming silk and finds a tiny
MODEL of a DRAGON bearing the number "2." It pads angrily over her palm, lets
out a TINY PUFF of SMOKE.
The Welsh Green. Mr. Krum...
Krum reaches in, draws "3."
The Chinese Fireball...
Then Cedric: "1"
The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves...
Dumbledore's eyes darken as they peer into Harry's palm. The miniature
Horntail rears up angrily, lets out a ROAR and emits a TINY BALL of FIRE.
These represent four very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden
egg to protect. Your objective is simple: Collect the egg. This you must do,
for each egg contains a clue, without which you cannot hope to survive the next
task. Any questions?
The Champions stand mute.
Very well. Good luck to you all. Mr. Diggory, at the sound of the cannon, you
KA-BLOOM! Filch fires a SMALL CANNON a tad early, causing all present to
nearly jump out of their skins.
Cedric stares at the tiny dragon in his hand, then closes his fingers over
it and strides away. CAMERA RISES behind the remaining TRIO as Cedric exits...rising
higher as the nseen crowd ROARS...rising into the peak of the tent where the
canvas undulates with the FLAMES that FLICKER beyond...cycling slowly back down
Harry. Standing alone. As he begins to move, CAMERA tracks after, following
him through the tent and into...
INT. ARENA - LATE AFTERNOON
...the ROARING arena, where HUNDREDS of SCREAMING FACES wheel above him
and THREE MASSIVE BANNERS hang TATTERED and SMOKING. Only the banner opposite,
emblazoned with the HOGWARTS CREST, is wholly intact. Then...
A FIREBALL BURSTS through the center of it and the banner DISINTEGRATES,
revealing...the Horntail. Yellow eyes blzing. Spiked tail punishing the ground
where a GLIMMERING GOLDEN EGG lies. Harry points his wand to the sky:
Instantly, CAMERA CRANES high, soaring above the clearing and the forest
that contains it, leaving the shrieking voices behind, finding Hogwarts Castle
on the horizon. A PINPRICK appears in the sky, lengthening, drawing closer in
a RUSH of AIR. And then...Harry's FIREBOLT streaks into view.
CAMERA CRANES DOWN, plummeting back into the abyss of SCREAMING VOICES,
tracking the broom right into...
Harry's hand. Instantly, Harry ROCKETS into the air, clothes snapping,
hair fluttering off his SCAR.
Engraged, the Horntail's head swivels, yellow eyes tracking Harry's every
move. As Harry DIVES...
...the Horntail SPITS forth a BLAZING ROPE of FIRE. Harry swoops, streaking
under the flames, straightens out, DIVES again, then looks down and...
...sees the dragon's SPIKED TAIL lashing up like a whip. Harry rolls sideways,
strangling the Firebolt's handle as the dragon's tail whistles past and a GUST
of WIND buffets him.
Rolling upright, Harry jets away, dodging one volley of FIRE after another,
then loops down and ...finds himself heading directly at the Horntail. Furious,
the dragon rises up, sends forth an errant BLAST of FIRE and, for the briefest
of moments, leaves the golden egg exposed.