Denethor: [to Faramir, about his loyalty] Ever you desire to appear lordly and gracious as a king of old. Boromir would have remembered his father's need. He would have brought me a kingly gift.
Faramir: Boromir would not have brought the Ring. He would have stretched out his hand to this thing, and taking it, he would have fallen.
Denethor: You know nothing of this matter!
Faramir: He would have kept it for his own! And when he returned, you would not have known your son.
Denethor: [jumping up angrily] Boromir was loyal to me! Not some wizard's pupil!
[Denethor cries and falls back into his chair; Faramir approaches him]
Faramir: Father?
[Denethor looks over Faramir's shoulder and smiles]
Denethor: My son!
[an image of Boromir appears behind Faramir. Boromir smiles and then the image fades. Denethor is left looking at Faramir. His mood shifts back to anger]
Denethor: Leave me!
[Faramir hesitates and departs]