Why, Simba! I'm a little surprised to see you... (threatening glance at the hyenas) alive.
Give me one reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.
Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom--
--are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Oh, of course, I would, naturally. But there's one little problem. You see them? (indicates the large group of hyenas) They think I'm king.
(leading a group of lionesses] Well we don't. Simba's the rightful king.
The choice is yours, Scar: either step down, or fight.
Oh, must this all end in violence? I'd hate to be responsible for the death of a family member. Wouldn't you agree, Simba?
That's not going to work, Scar. I've put it behind me.
But what about your faithful subjects? Have they put it behind them?
Simba, what is he talking about?
Ah, 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!
It's not true. Tell me it's not true!
It's true.
You see, he admits it! Murderer!
No, it was an accident!
If it weren't for you, Mufasa would still be alive! It's your fault he's dead! Do you deny it?
No.
Then you're guilty!
No, I'm not a murderer!
Oh, Simba, you're in trouble again. But this time, Daddy isn't here to save you. And now everyone knows why!
Now this looks familiar. Hmmmm, where have I seen this before? Let me think... Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died. (Grabs Simba's paws) And here's my little secret... (Whispers) I killed Mufasa.
No, Simba, please!
Tell them the truth.
Truth? But, truth is in the eye of the behol-- (Simba begins applying pressure to Scar's neck) Alright. Alright! (Whispers) I did it.
So they can hear you.
I KILLED MUFASA!!!
