왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 06x02) - Game of Thrones Script, 06x02 - Home

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6x02 - Home

Surrender by nightfall, or this ends with blood.

We all die today.

We don't need to die, not if we have help.

You're not the only ones who owe your lives to Jon Snow.

We're going to have a baby.

Roose Bolton: A reckoning will come, we need the North to face it.

The entire North.

I have a team of men after them.

(dogs barking)

They won't get far.

(grunting)

(screams)

Lady Sansa, I will give my life for yours if need be.

Balon: Theon disobeyed my orders.

The boy's a fool.

He's my brother. He's a Greyjoy.

Catelyn: Karstarks are Northmen.

They won't forgive the killing of their lord.

(grunts)

Stand and fight, blind girl.

(grunting)

See you tomorrow.

We won't be sailing to Westeros any time soon.

They're dragons, Khaleesi, they can never be tamed.

(screeching)

(crow caws)

You're a warg, Bran. It's in your blood.

Girl: He waits for you.

You're the three-eyed raven.

(theme music playing)

(ravens cawing)

(cawing continues)

(wings flutter)

(weapons clanking, echoing)

(boys grunting, echoing)

(groans)

Give him another go, Ned.

That's my father.

And my Uncle Benjen.

Keep your shield up or I'll ring your head like a bell.

They were all so happy.

So were you once.

(horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

Stop showing off.

Benjen: Lyanna!

My Aunt Lyanna.

I've seen her statue in the crypt.

My father never talked about her.

Benjen: Would you get out of here? We're sparring.

Who are you gonna spar with when Ned goes off to the Eyrie?

Benjen: I don't know.

What about him?

Wylis, come here.

Hodor?

Benjen: But he's got giant's blood.

And you've got training. Sounds like a fair match to me.

Benjen always lifts his chin when he's about to charge.

And lowers it when he's going to dodge, my lady.

Hodor talks?

You leave the fighting to the little lords, Wylis.

Come along, now. It's no place for you.

Oh, Nan, look at the size of him.

If he ever learned to fight, he'd be unstoppable.

Well, he's never going to learn to fight because he's a stable boy.

So leave him be.

It is time to go.

Please, a little longer.

(gasps)

(raven caws)

You finally show me something I care about and then you drag me away.

It is beautiful beneath the sea, but if you stay too long, you'll drown.

I wasn't drowning. I was home.

(raven caws)

Wylis.

Hodor.

I saw you as a boy.

You could talk.

What happened?

Hodor.

Where's Meera?

Hodor.

You shouldn't be here.

It's not safe outside the cave.

It's not safe anywhere.

I saw that Hodor wasn't always Hodor.

Hodor.

His real name is Wylis.

And he could talk and fight and-- and then--

What's wrong?

The Three-Eyed Raven says there's a war coming.

And we're going to fight it in there?

(scoffs)

Brandon Stark needs you.

For what? I sit in there and I watch him have his visions and nothing ever happens.

He isn't going to stay here forever.

And out there he needs you.

Alliser: It's time, Ser Davos.

Open the door and the men inside can rejoin their brothers in peace.

We'll even set the wolf free north of the Wall where it belongs.

Nobody needs to die tonight.

I've never been much of a fighter.

Apologies for what you're about to see.

(Ghost growling)

Come on.

(growling)

(loud thudding)

(shouting)

Attack!

(shouts)

Fight, you cowards!

(growls)

You f*cking traitor.

The only traitors here are the ones who shoved their knives into their Lord Commander's heart.

For thousands of years the Night's Watch has held Castle Black against the wildlings.

Until you.

(shouts)

Throw them into the cells where they belong.

(door opens)

Tormund: Took a lot of knives.

I'll have my men get the wood for a fire.

Bodies to burn.

(people laughing)

Man: Shh, hey.

Right, so there she is, high and mighty Queen Cersei, tits and ass jiggling in the breeze.

All of a sudden she looks my way.

Gives me a little smile like, "Well?"

So, all right, you know, I've never been shy and I'm blessed down south, so I put it right out.

(laughing)

She's never seen anything like it.

I mean, she's used to her brother and from what I hear, Jaime Lannister's half an inch shy of an inch.

She sees it and I swear to the gods she licks her lips.

(laughing)

Well, you all know me.

You know I wouldn't lie about this.

(laughter)

(footsteps)

(birds chirping)

(distant dog barking)

(door opens)

Get out of my way.

King's orders, Your Grace.

What are the king's orders?

He would like you to remain in the Red Keep, Your Grace, for your own protection.

You're barring me from attending my own daughter's funeral?

Forgive me, Your Grace, by the king's command, I cannot let you pass.

I would like to speak to my son.

He has left the Red Keep, Your Grace.

(exhales)

She grew up.

Jaime: Almost.

Have we caught Prince Trystane's killers?

I expect it was Mother.

Your mother wouldn't do that.

Yes, she would.

Are you angry with her?

Of course not.

Then why didn't you let her come?

She has every right to be here.

They told me she wouldn't be allowed in the sept.

If she had tried--

They're not putting your mother in a cell ever again.

Not while I'm here.

Why haven't you gone to see her?

Everything she endured, she did it for you.

Don't you think I know that?

I'm sorry.

But I can't.

Why not?

When the Faith Militant seized her and Margaery, what did I do?

When they paraded her through the streets like a whore, what did I do?

We all fail sometimes.

The king is supposed to be the Protector of the Realm.

If I can't even protect my own wife or my own mother, what good am I?

Go and see your mother and ask her to forgive you.

Your Grace.

Lord Commander.

I want to see my wife.

The gods wait for Queen Margaery to confess her crimes and seek their mercy.

The king must wait as well.

Go and see your mother, Tommen.

You're a bold man.

(chuckles)

On the contrary.

I fear a great deal.

The Father, the Mother, the Warrior.

Do you know why we use these stones?

To remind us not to fear death.

We close our eyes on this world and open them on the next.

You must long for the next life.

In truth, I fear that, too.

You imprisoned and humiliated my sister.

Your sister sought the gods' mercy and atoned for her sin.

What about my sins?

I broke a sacred oath and stabbed my king in the back.

I killed my own cousin.

When the gods judged my brother guilty, I helped him escape their justice.

What atonement do I deserve?

You would spill blood in this holy place?

Oh, the gods won't mind.

They've spilled more blood than the rest of us combined.

Go on, then.

I deserve it. We all do.

We are weak, vain creatures.

We live only by the Mother's mercy.

(footsteps)

They should be closer if you mean for them to save you.

I don't.

They'd never reach me before you struck.

I've fought against worse odds.

No doubt many of us would fall.

But who are we, hmm?

We have no names, no family.

Every one of us is poor and powerless.

And yet together, we can overthrow an empire.

(bird screeching)

(door opens)

Tommen: Mother.

Did they put her in the red gown or the gold?

Gold.

Good. It was always her color.

I'm sorry for keeping you here.

I shouldn't have, but I was--

I didn't want to lose you again.

I understand.

I'm glad to see you.

I know I should have come sooner.

I wanted to. I was wrong.

It's all right.

No, it isn't.

I should have executed all of them.

I should have pulled down the sept onto the High Sparrow's head before I let them do that to you, as you would have for me.

You raised me to be strong... and I wasn't.

But I want to be.

Help me.

Always.

(bird screeching)

(liquid pouring)

(tsks)

If I lost my cock, I'd drink all the time.

Meaning no offense.

He makes dwarf jokes, I make eunuch jokes.

I do not make dwarf jokes.

You think them.

(sighs)

So, the fleet. It's been burned.

We are searching for the men who burned the ships, but nobody saw anything.

Surely there's some good news lurking somewhere.

Astapor and Yunkai have stopped asking us for aid.

Perhaps they can tell us their secret.

The Masters have retaken both cities.

Outside of Meereen, the whole of Slaver's Bay has returned to the slavers.

What about the dragons? We have two of them here beneath the pyramid.

They are not eating.

They haven't touched any food since Queen Daenerys left.

Daenerys is the dragon queen.

Can't very well let the dragons starve, that's obvious.

If a dragon does not want to eat, how do you force him to eat?

Dragons do not do well in captivity.

How do you know this?

That's what I do.

I drink and I know things.

The dragons Aegon used to conquer Westeros ranged over hundreds of miles.

Then Daenerys's ancestors started chaining them up in pens.

A few generations later, the last dragons were no larger than cats.

They must be unchained or they'll waste away.

Missandei, how many times were you in the company of these dragons?

Many times.

And did they ever harm you?

Never.

Dragons are intelligent.

More intelligent than men according to some maesters.

They have affection for their friends and fury for their enemies.

I am their friend.

Do they know that?

They will. It's time they had their supper.

(door closes)

(metal scraping, clanging)

(growling)

(chains rattling)

(roars)

(roars)

I'm friends with your mother.

(roaring)

I'm here to help.

Don't eat the help. (chuckles nervously)

(roaring)

When I was a child, an uncle asked what gift I wanted for my name day.

I begged him for one of you.

"It wouldn't even have to be a big dragon," I told him.

"It could be little like me."

Everyone laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.

Then my father told me the last dragon had died a century ago.

I cried myself to sleep that night.

But here you are.

(gasps)

(growling)

Next time I have an idea like that, punch me in the face.

(thunder rumbling)

(female merchant shouting)

(footsteps)

What's your name?

(coins clink)

(grunts)

(thunder rumbles)

What's your name?

No one.

I don't believe that.

(grunts)

You don't believe that.

(grunts)

(panting)

(shouting)

Who are you?

No one.

If a girl says her name, a man will let her sleep under a roof tonight.

A girl has no name.

If a girl says her name, a man will feed her tonight.

A girl has no name.

If a girl says her name, a man will give her eyes back.

A girl has no name.

Come.

Leave it.

A girl is not a beggar anymore.

(thunder rumbling)

We came upon the bodies on our way here.

Half a dozen men? Your best hunters?

They obviously had help.

I didn't think Lady Sansa killed them all by herself.

Thank you for this report, Lord Karstark.

We know where she's going.

Her brother's at Castle Black.

Ned Stark's last surviving son?

Jon Snow is a b*st*rd, not a Stark.

So was I, Father.

Your hold on the North will never be secure as long as a Stark can walk through that door.

Castle Black isn't defended on the southern side.

And the few men left are barely men at all. Farm boys and thieves.

With a small force, we could storm the castle, kill Jon Snow--

Murder the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch?

You'd unite every house in the North against us.

We don't need every house in the North.

The Umbers, the Manderlys, and the Karstarks command more soldiers than all the other houses combined.

With their support, none could challenge us.

The Starks lost my house the day King Robb cut off my father's head.

It's time for new blood in the North.

If you acquire a reputation as a mad dog, you'll be treated as a mad dog.

Taken out back and slaughtered for pig feed.

Maester: My lords.

Lady Walda has given birth.

A boy.

Red-cheeked and healthy.

My congratulations, Lord Bolton.

Congratulations, Father.

I look forward to meeting my new brother.

You'll always be my firstborn.

Thank you for saying that.

It means a great deal to me.

(flesh squelches)

(groans)

Maester Wolkan, send ravens to all the northern houses. Roose Bolton is dead.

Poisoned by our enemies.

How did he die?

Poisoned by his enemies.

You're talking to your lord. Use respect.

Forgive me, my lord.

Send for Lady Walda and the baby.

She's resting, my lord.

At once, my lord.

(men shouting)

There he is.

Isn't he wonderful?

May I hold him?

Of-- of course.

Little brother.

Lord Bolton sent for us.

Have you seen him?

Of course. Follow me, Mother.

(dogs barking)

Where is Lord Bolton?

(barking continues)

(clanging)

Down!

(barking stops)

(baby fussing)

Walda: It's all right. Come on, shh.

It's cold out here, Ramsay. I need to feed him.

Ramsay, where is your father?

Ramsay.

Where is Lord Bolton?

I am Lord Bolton.

(crying)

Ramsay.

Ramsay, please.

I'll leave Winterfell. I'll go back to the Riverlands.

Please.

Ramsay.

He's your brother.

I prefer being an only child.

(dogs growling)

(whistles)

(barking)

(screaming)

(flesh tearing)

Brienne: I saw her with a man.

I don't think he hurt her.

She didn't want to leave him, he didn't want to leave her.

You don't know which way she went?

I spent three days looking for her.

She disappeared.

How'd she look?

She looked good.

She wasn't exactly dressed like a lady.

No, she wouldn't be.

What happened at Winterfell?

I should have gone with you while I had the chance.

It was a difficult choice, my lady.

We've all had to make difficult choices.

(birds screech)

(horse whinnies)

We shouldn't be lighting fires.

It's not safe.

He won't stop hunting us.

We just have to make it to Castle Black.

Once we're with Jon, Ramsay won't be able to touch us.

Jon will have me killed the moment I step through the gate.

I won't let him.

I'll tell him the truth about Bran and Rickon.

And the truth about the farm boys I killed in their place.

And the truth about Ser Rodrik, who I beheaded.

And the truth about Robb, who I betrayed.

When you take the black, all your crimes are forgiven.

I don't want to be forgiven.

I can never make amends to your family for the things I've done.

They'll keep you safer than I ever could.

You're not coming with us?

I would have taken you all the way to the Wall.

I would have died to get you there.

(crying)

May I take one of the horses?

Where will you go?

Home.

(thunder rumbling)

Yara: The Glovers have retaken Deepwood Motte.

And the ironborn who held it?

They died fighting to a man.

What is dead may never die.

What is dead may never die.

But they did and our invasion died with them.

Deepwood Motte was our last stronghold on the mainland.

Then we will take more.

Why? For more pinecones and rocks?

Because I order it.

We can defeat anyone at sea, but we'll never hold lands and castles against mainland armies.

Not if our captains defy my orders, abandon their posts, and sacrifice our men on foolish missions.

I won't apologize for trying to rescue Theon.

Then where is he?

Where is your kingdom?

We took those castles because the northerners marched off to war.

That war is over.

The last time we provoked them too far, I watched from that window as they breached our walls and knocked down our towers.

I lost two brothers that day.

And I lost three sons.

The War of the Five Kings, they call it.

Well, the other four are dead.

When you rule the Iron Islands, you can wage all the peace you want.

But for now, shut your mouth and obey or I will make another heir who will.

(thunder crashing)

(wind howling)

Let me pass.

You fool, move aside for your king.

Haven't I always, brother?

I thought you'd be rotting under some foreign sea by now.

What is dead may never die.

Has the custom changed since I've been gone?

Aren't you supposed to repeat the words?

You can mock our god without my help.

I don't mock the Drowned God.

I am the Drowned God.

From Oldtown to Qarth, when men see my sails, they pray.

(wind howls)

(chuckles) You're old, brother.

You've had your time.

Now let another rule.

I heard you lost your mind during a storm on the Jade Sea.

They tied you to the mast to keep you from jumping overboard.

They did.

And when the storm passed, you cut out their tongues.

I needed silence.

What kind of an ironborn loses his senses during a storm?

I am the storm, brother.

The first storm and the last.

And you're in my way.

(screaming)

(thunder crashes)

Lord, take your servant Balon back beneath the waves.

Feed the creatures of your kingdom on his flesh.

Pull his bones down to your depths to rest beside his ancestors and his children.

All: What is dead may never die.

I'm going to find out who did this.

I'm going to feed them to the sharks while they live.

I swear it by the Salt Throne.

The Salt Throne is not yours to swear upon, not unless the kingsmoot chooses you.

My father would have wanted me to rule.

Your father does not get to choose. The law is clear.

Perhaps you'll win.

Perhaps you'll be the first woman in history to rule the ironborn.

And perhaps not.

(knocks)

Come in.

I'm sorry, my lady. Didn't mean to interrupt.

You interrupt nothing.

I assume you know why I'm here.

I will after you tell me.

It's about the Lord Commander.

The former Lord Commander.

Does he have to be?

What are you asking?

Do you know of any magic... that could help him?

Bring him back?

If you want to help him, leave him be.

Can it be done?

There are some with this power.

How?

I don't know.

Have you seen it done?

I met a man who came back from the dead, but the priest who did it-- it shouldn't have been possible.

But it was. It could be now.

Not for me.

Not for you?

I saw you drink poison that should have killed you.

I saw you give birth to a demon made of shadows.

Everything I believed, the great victory I saw in the flames, all of it was a lie.

You were right all along.

The Lord never spoke to me.

f*ck him, then.

f*ck all of them.

I'm not a devout man, obviously.

Seven gods, drowned gods, tree gods, it's all the same.

I'm not asking the Lord of Light for help.

I'm asking the woman who showed me that miracles exist.

I never had this gift.

Have you ever tried?

(speaking Valyrian)

(sizzles)

(continues speaking Valyrian)

(continues speaking Valyrian)

(continues faintly)

(sighs) Please.

(scoffs)

(gasping)

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 06x01) - Game of Thrones Script, 06x01 - The Red Woman

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(theme music playing)

(wind blowing)

(wolf howling)

(door rattles)

(howling continues)

(door rattling)

(wolf whimpering)

(rattling continues)

(howling continues)

(Ghost whimpering, howling)

(rattling continues)

(whimpering, howling continue)

Man: It's coming from the courtyard.

(Ghost howling)

Man #2: It's the Lord Commander!

Help me get him inside.

(howling continues)

(door closes)

Thorne did this.

How many of your brothers do you think you can trust?

Trust? The men in this room.

Davos: Does the wolf know you? We need all the help we can get.

(knocking on door)

Melisandre: Ser Davos.

(door closes)

Melisandre: I saw him in the flames fighting at Winterfell.

I can't speak for the flames... but he's gone.

(men shouting)

Man: He was our Lord Commander.

Man #2: He never should have been!

(pounds)

You all know why you're here. (shouting stops, men murmuring) Jon Snow is dead.

Who killed him?

I did. (shouting resumes) And Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck and the other officers in this castle.

Murderers!

Traitors!

(men shouting)

(pounds on table) You're right! (shouting stops) We've committed treason, all of us. Jon Snow was my Lord Commander. I had no love for him. That was no secret. But I never once disobeyed an order. Loyalty is the foundation on which the Night's Watch is built. And the Watch means everything to me. I have given my life, we have all given our lives to the Night's Watch. Jon Snow was going to destroy the Night's Watch. He let the wildlings through our gates as no Lord Commander has ever done before. He gave them the very land on which they reaved and raped and murdered. Lord Commander Snow did what he thought was right, I've no doubt about that. And what he thought was right would have been the end of us. He thrust a terrible choice upon us. And we made it.

(men murmuring)

(whimpering)

Davos: He'll have seen we didn't come.

Thorne will have made it official by now. Castle Black is his.

I don't care who's sitting at the high table. Jon was my friend. And those fuckers butchered him. Now we return the favor.

We don't have the numbers.

We have a direwolf.

It's not enough. I didn't know Lord Commander Snow for long, but I have to believe he wouldn't have wanted his friends to die for nothing.

If you were planning to see tomorrow, you picked the wrong room. We all die today. I say we do our best to take Thorne with us when we go.

We need to fight, but we don't need to die. Not if we have help.

Who is gonna help us?

You're not the only ones who owe your lives to Jon Snow.

Bolt the door. Don't let anyone in. I'll be back as soon as I can.

(door closes)

(bolt clicks)

(wind howling)

Ramsay: She was 11 the first time I saw her. The kennelmaster's daughter. She smelled of dog. I wasn't much older, but everybody was already afraid of me. You certainly were. Myranda wasn't, though. What could I do to her that those hounds couldn't? She was fearless. There was nothing she wouldn't do. Your pain will be paid for a thousand times over. I wish you could be here to watch.

Maester: Shall I have a grave dug for her, my lord? Or would you rather the men build a pyre?

Buried, burned? This is good meat. Feed it to the hounds.

Roose: Your command of the cavalry was impressive. Thanks to you, the false king Stannis Baratheon is dead. Do you know who struck the killing blow?

A shame. I'd reward the man. Still, a great victory. Do you feel like a victor? I rebelled against the crown to arrange your marriage to Sansa Stark. Do you think that burning wagons in the night and mowing down tired, outnumbered Baratheons is the same as facing a prepared and provisioned Lannister army?

A reckoning will come. We need the North to face it. The entire North. They won't back us without Sansa Stark. We no longer have Sansa Stark. You played your games with her. You played your games with the heir to the Iron Islands and now they're both gone.

I have a team of men after them with some of my best hounds. They won't get far.

I'm glad to hear it. Without Sansa, you won't be able to produce an heir. And without an heir, well... let's hope the maesters are right and Lady Walda's carrying a boy.

(dogs barking)

(barking continues)

(panting)

We can't stop.

(barking continues)

We have to cross here.

(gasps) I can't.

It's the only way to throw off the hounds.

But it's too cold. I can't. I won't make it. I'll die.

I've seen what his hounds do to a person. This way is better.

(barking continues)

(gasping)

(shivering)

(gasping)

Over here. Come on.

(shivering)

Sansa. Sansa.

(dogs barking)

Man: Tell them to settle down!

Stay here. I'll lure them away.

No, I won't make it without you.

You will. Go north, only north. Jon is Lord Commander at Castle Black. He'll help you.

(barking, howling)

(men shouting)

Man: See somebody, eh?

Man #2: There they are!

Man #3: Get them!

Where is Lady Bolton?

Dead.

Liar.

Theon: She broke her leg jumping from the ramparts. I left her to die in the snow.

(barking)

Got something! Run!

(horse whinnies)

Man: Hyah!

(dogs barking)

(men shouting)

(whimpering)

(horse whinnies)

Man #2: Resist. Stay.

(growling, barking)

(barking continues)

Man #2: Stay.

I can't wait to see what parts Ramsay cuts off you this time.

(man #3 grunting)

(whimpering)

(horse whinnies)

Man #2: Rider! Who is it?

It's a bloody woman.

(shouts)

(whinnies)

(roars)

(grunts)

(groans)

(shouts)

(whinnies)

(neighs)

(whinnies)

(groans)

(groaning)

No! Please! (grunts)

(panting)

(squelches)

(gasping)

Lady Sansa, I offer my services once again. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.

And I vow... that you shall always have a place by my hearth and...

Meat and mead at my table.

...meat and mead at my table. And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise.

(seagulls screeching)

(door opens)

Handmaiden: Your Grace, I'm sorry to disturb you. A ship from Dorne has sailed into the harbor.

Myrcella.

(seagull screeching)

(bell tolling)

Do you remember the first time you saw a dead body?

Mother.

All I could think about when she died was what would happen to her now. Every day, every night, what does Mama look like now? Has she started to bloat? Has her skin turned black? Have her lips peeled back from her teeth? I think about locking Myrcella in a crypt. I think about her beautiful little face starting to collapse.

Shh, shh. Don't think about it.

I have to. I have to. It's not right she has to suffer alone.

She's not suffering. She's gone. No one can hurt her anymore.

She was good. From her first breath, she was so sweet. I don't know where she came from. She was nothing like me. No meanness, no jealousy, just good.

I know.

I thought if I could make something so good, so pure... maybe I'm not a monster.

Listen-- listen to me. She was my daughter and I failed her.

No, I knew this would happen. The witch told me years ago. She promised me three children and she promised me they'd die. "And gold their shrouds." Everything she said came true. You couldn't have stopped it. It's prophecy. It's fate.

You don't believe that.

Of course I do. You told me yourself when Father died. You said we had to stay together. You said people would try to tear us apart, take what's ours. That was a prophecy, too. I didn't listen to you and everything you said came true.

f*ck prophecy. f*ck fate. f*ck everyone who isn't us. We're the only ones who matter, the only ones in this world. And everything they've taken from us, we're going to take back and more. We're going to take everything there is.

"The Seven Hells brim with the souls of saintly men. They scream in agony and their shame is so great, they do not feel the flames, for now they see if not for a single sin they concealed, they were saved."

I'd like to see my brother.

Confess.

Please. How is he? At least tell me that.

Confess.

I am the queen and I demand to see my brother.

Sinners don't make demands. They make confessions.

(gasps)

(door opens)

Septa Unella. (sighs) Our other guests need you.

(gasps)

There. Septa Unella can be overzealous at times. I'll speak with her.

My brother, can you tell me how he is?

It isn't Ser Loras that brings me here. Your husband misses you dearly. The love between a man and wife is sacred. It reflects the love the gods have for all of us. But sin leads us away from the sacred. And only confession can purge sin.

I have nothing to confess.

So you believe you are pure? Perfect? Wholly without sin?

None of us are.

You have started down the path. But you have many miles to go.

(door opens, closes)

I always envied Oberyn. He lived. He truly lived. Sailed around the world. Fought men from every country. Lay with the most beautiful women alive.

And men.

And men. He experienced everything while I sat here in Dorne trying my best to keep my people alive and well fed. But that is life. We each have our roles. Oberyn was born to be an adventurer. And I was born to rule.

The gods are not fools. You would have been a lousy adventurer. And Oberyn, pfft, he would have been a terrible ruler.

Your mother is a brilliant woman, you know that?

Maester: Prince Doran.

The Princess Myrcella.

(gasping)

When was the last time you left this palace? You don't know your own people. Their disgust for you. (Doran coughing) Elia Martell raped and murdered, and you did nothing. Oberyn Martell butchered, and you did nothing. You're not a Dornishman. You're not our prince.

My son Trystane...

(scoffs) Your son is weak just like you. And weak men will never rule Dorne again.

I told you I'm not hungry.

We're not here to feed you. We're here to kill you.

You want her to do it or me?

We are family. I don't want to hurt you.

Her or me?

Good.

Smart boy.

You're a greedy bitch, you know that?

(door opens, door closes)

Tyrion: We're never going to fix what's wrong with this city from the top of an 800-foot pyramid. We'll be fine. We're dressed like common merchants.

You walk like a rich person.

You've spent a lot of time studying the way rich people walk?

You walk as though the paving stones were your personal property. I used to steal from people like you when I was a boy.

It's a good thing you're not a boy anymore. Because you have no cock.

(baby fussing)

(speaks Valyrian): For your baby. To eat. To eat.

She thinks you want to eat her baby.

(speaks Valyrian): His Valyrian is terrible. He only wants to give you money, so your baby can eat.

Varys: Mhysa means mother in Valyrian.

I know what mhysa means.

Varys: Who wrote it?

Hard to know. Our queen is not as popular in Meereen as she used to be.

The Sons of the Harpy?

Very possibly. Daenerys Targaryen took away their most valuable property, told them human beings weren't even property to begin with. You can see why they're unhappy. Of course, it could also be the freed men.

For the night is dark and full of terrors. The Lord of Light sent the Mother of Dragons to you, and those who love the darkness chased her away.

Many of the former slaves feel that Daenerys has abandoned them.

She did fly away on a dragon and not come back.

How will you respond? Will you wring your hands, while you wait for the Mother of Dragons to return? Or will you take up her flames yourselves? Will you fight for your own salvation, now that Queen Daenerys is not here to fight for you?

It's a problem.

Fear has brought Meereen to a standstill. Whoever you are, wherever you go, someone in this city wants to murder you. We can't fight an enemy we don't know.

The Sons of the Harpy planned their attack in the fighting pits very carefully, which means they take orders from someone.

And have you started looking for that someone?

My little birds have already taken wing. Soon they'll return, singing songs of men in gold masks.

(men shouting in Valyrian)

(people shouting)

(bell tolling)

(shouting continues)

(bell continues tolling)

Well, we won't be sailing to Westeros anytime soon.

Goat?

You think our friend got him?

Don't know anything else that can melt a ram's horn.

We're on the right path, then.

Daario: Perhaps she's tired of being queen. I don't think she likes it very much.

She's too smart to like it.

Maybe she's flown somewhere else, somewhere far away from men like us.

I've been all over the world. There's no escaping men like us.

There's no escaping her, eh? You keep coming back. Why?

You know why.

Isn't it frustrating wanting someone who doesn't want you back?

Of course it is.

You're a romantic. I admire that. Sometimes I look at you and I think, "So that's what I'll be like when I grow old."

If you grow old.

If I grow old. I hope I do. I want to see what the world looks like when she's done conquering it.

So do I.

Daario: Huh, an army?

Not an army. A horde.

Dothraki?

They have her.

(people shouting)

(shouts in Dothraki)

(groans)

Maybe she saw a ghost? My friend's mother saw a ghost and her hair turned white. Pink people are afraid of the sun. It burns their skin. This one stands too long in the sun and her hair goes white. You think she's got white pussy hair too? You ever been with a girl with white pussy hair? Only when I was f*cking your grandma.

(chuckles, kisses)

I'll ask Khal Moro for a night with you. What do you think? Pretty eyes but she's an idiot. She doesn't have to be smart to be f*cked in the ass. I like to talk when I'm finished. Otherwise, we might as well be dogs.

For you, my Khal. The white-haired girl we found in the hills. Look at those lips, blood of my blood. Blue-eyed women are witches. It is known. Cut off her head before she casts a spell on you. Even if I was blind, I'd hear my wives say, "Cut off her head" and I'd know this woman is beautiful. I'm glad I'm not blind. Seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time, what is better than that? Killing another Khal? Yes, killing another Khal. Conquering a city and taking her people as slaves, and taking her idols back to Vaes Dothrak. Breaking a wild horse, forcing it to submit to your will. Seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time is among the five best things in life. Do not touch me. I am Daenerys Stromborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andais and Rhoyanar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons.

(men laugh)

You are nobody, the millionth of your name, Queen of Nothing, slave of Khal Moro. Tonight I will lie with you, and if the Great Stallion is kind, you will give me a son. Do you understand? I will not lie with you. And I will bear no children for you, or anyone else. Not until the sun rises in the west, and sets in the east. I told you she was a witch. Cut off her head. I like her. She has spirit. I was wife to Khal Dorgo, son of Khal Bharbo. Khal Drogo is dead. I know. I burnt his body. Forgive me. I did not know. It is forbidden to lie with a Khal's widow. No one will touch you. You have my word. If you will escort me back to Meereen, I will see that your khalasar is given a thousand horses, as a sign of my gratitude. When a Khal dies, there is only one place for his khaleesi. Vaes Dothrak. The Temple of the Dosh Khaleen. To live out her days with the widows of dead Khals. It is known.

(chatter)

(distant dog barking)

Woman: But there has to be a price to pay for everything.

Man: I know, but have you tried telling him that?

(chatter continues)

Thank you.

Man: Who'd go there after what happened to that Kingsguard?

Man 2: Probably had it coming.

Man: Maybe so, but I'm not risking it.

Man 2: Just can't do it.

Man: All right.

Woman: Honesty as well. He gets it.

(chatter continues)

Waif: Are you listening, blind girl? Do you hear them talking? Do any of them talk to you? No. So sad.

(coins jingle)

(groans)

Stand and fight, blind girl.

I can't see.

That's your problem, not mine.

(groans)

(grunts)

(panting)

(grunts)

See you tomorrow.

(panting)

(growling)

(pounding)

Ser Davos, we have no cause to fight. We are both anointed knights.

Hear that, lads? Nothing to fear.

Alliser: I will grant amnesty to all brothers who throw down their arms before nightfall. And you, Ser Davos, I will allow you to travel south a free man with a fresh horse.

Davos: And some mutton. I'd like some mutton.

What?

I'm not much of a hunter. I'll need some food if I'm gonna make it south without starving.

We'll give you food. You can bring the Red Woman with you if you like. Or you can leave her here with us, whichever you choose. But surrender by nightfall or this ends with blood.

Thank you, Ser Alliser. We'll discuss amongst ourselves and come back to you with an answer.

(footsteps departing)

Boys, I've been running from men like that all my life. In my learned opinion, we open that door--

And they'll slaughter us all.

They want to come in, they're gonna come in.

Aye, but we don't need to make it easy for them.

Edd is our only chance.

It's a sad f*cking statement if Dolorous Edd is our only chance.

There's always the Red Woman.

What's one redhead gonna do against 40 armed men?

You haven't seen her do what I've seen her do.

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(theme music playing)

(men chatting)

Man: Brace the wind.

The Lord of Light has made good on his promise, my king.

His fires have melted the snows away.

The way ahead is clear.

We ride for Winterfell.

And you will take it.

The Lord has shown me Bolton banners burning.

You will receive what is yours by right.

Your Grace.

Prepare to form up.

Your Grace.

Tell me.

The men, many deserted before dawn.

Stannis: How many?

General: Nearly half.

All the sellswords with all the horses.

Your Grace.

Speak up. Can't be worse than mutiny.

Cut her down.

General: Your Grace.

The Lady Melisandre was just seen riding out of camp.

Get the men into marching formation.

On to Winterfell.

(distant horse neighs)

(wind howling)

He raised his hands and they all stood up at once.

Tens of thousands of them. The biggest army in the world.

So what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna hope they don't learn how to climb the Wall.

But the dragonglass...

No one's ever getting that back now.

It wouldn't have mattered anyway.

Not unless we had a mountain of it.

But you killed a white walker.

With Longclaw.

I saw them shatter steel axes like they were glass.

But Longclaw...

Sam: Is Valyrian steel.

How many Valyrian steel swords are left in the Seven Kingdoms?

Not enough.

The first Lord Commander in history to sacrifice the lives of sworn brothers to save the lives of wildlings.

How's it feel to be friends with the most hated man in Castle Black?

You were friends with me when I first came here.

And I wasn't winning any elections back then.

Here's to us, then.

Long may they sneer.

What?

I wanted to ask you something.

To ask something of you.

Send me, Gilly, and the baby to Oldtown so I can become a maester.

That's what I'm meant to be. Not this.

I need you here, Sam.

If you leave, who's left to give me advice I trust?

Well, there's Edd.

I'd be more use to you as a maester.

More use to everyone now that Maester Aemon is gone.

The Citadel has the world's greatest library.

I'll learn about history, strategy, healing.

And other things, things that will help when-- when they come.

If Gilly stays here, then she'll die.

And the baby that she named after me will die.

And I'll end up dying, too, trying to protect them.

Which means that the last thing that I'll see in this world will be the look in her eyes when I fail them.

And I'd rather see a thousand white walkers than see that.

(sighs)

Thank you.

You know that the Citadel will make you swear off women, too.

Oh, they'll bloody try.

What?

You had just been beaten half to death. How did you--

Oh, very carefully.

I'm glad the end of the world's working out well for someone.

I'll come back.

To your return.

To my return.

(clicks)

Man: Aye, this way.

(distant men shouting)

Podrick: My lady!

Stannis.

Stannis Baratheon is coming. His whole army.

How do you know it's Stannis?

They're carrying his flaming heart banners.

From the Blackwater. I'll never forget it.

(grunts)

Trench here.

Another one 300 yards from the castle wall.

Hurry them along.

Right, Curlew.

Yes, sir.

Dig between those two rises.

Spread out.

Soldier: I'm with you.

Soldier #2: Archers!

Soldier #3: Spread out!

And send out a foraging party immediately.

Siege begins at sunrise.

There's not going to be a siege, Your Grace.

(horses neighing)

Soldier: We've got no chance!

(men shouting)

(weapons clanging)

(weapons slicing)

(men screaming)

(groaning)

(horse neighs)

(groans)

(grunting)

Soldier: No, please, please.

(sword pierces)

(all shouting)

(roars)

(groans)

(shouts)

(growls, sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

Bolton has women fighting for him?

I don't fight for the Boltons.

I'm Brienne of Tarth.

I was Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon.

I was there when he was murdered by a shadow with your face.

You murdered him with blood magic?

I did.

In the name of Renly of House Baratheon, First of His Name, rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Brienne of Tarth, sentence you to die.

Do you have any last words?

Go on, do your duty.

Looks like we're done here.

(soldier groaning)

I surrender! I surrender!

And I accept your surrender.

(groans)

Let's head back.

My wife must be lonely.

(bird screeching)

(men shouting)

(gasps)

My lady.

I've come to escort you back to your chamber.

Go with her, please.

I know what Ramsay is.

I know what he'll do to me.

If I'm going to die, let it happen while there's still some of me left.

Who said anything about dying?

You can't die.

Your father was Warden of the North.

Ramsay needs you.

Though I suppose he doesn't need all of you.

Just the parts he'll use to make his heir, until you've given him a boy or two and he's finished using them.

Then he's got incredible plans for those parts.

So, shall we wait for him to come back or should we begin now?

You're leaving it to me?

Good.

Let's begin.

Reek-- stop!

Stop! (screams)

(grunts)

(horn blows)

Man: Open the gate!

He's coming back.

(shaky breathing)

(screams)

(whips)

(whimpers)

(switch breaks)

I can see I have my work cut out for me.

You two, out.

(door opens, closes)

(grunts)

(coughing, gasping)

(screams)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(groaning)

You were the first person on my list, you know.

For killing Syrio Forel. Remember him?

Probably not.

I've gotten a few of the others.

The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me.

But I'm glad he left me you.

Do you know who I am?

(muffled)

I can't hear you.

(pierces)

(groans)

(groans)

You know who I am.

I'm Arya Stark.

(pierces)

(groans)

Do you know who you are?

(whimpers)

You're no one.

You're nothing.

(gurgling)

A girl has taken a life.

The wrong life.

I was right about her.

You were.

You're not ready.

Not at all.

(gasps)

That man's life was not yours to take.

A girl stole from the Many-Faced God.

Now a debt is owed.

(whimpering)

Only death can pay for life.

(crying) No! No!

No, you-- don't die! Don't die!

Why are you crying?

He was my friend.

No, he wasn't. Didn't you listen to him?

Jaqen: He was no one.

(gasps) But if you're-- who's this?

Jaqen: No one at all.

Just as a girl should have been before she took a face from the hall.

The faces are for no one.

You are still someone.

And to someone, the faces are as good as poison.

(gasps)

(whimpering)

I can't see.

What's happening?

What's happening?!

(birds screeching)

Doran: I wish you a safe journey home.

Thank you.

Forgive me, child.

I wish you all the happiness in the world.

Maybe I'll come visit you sometime.

Maybe I'll come visit you.

Don't wait too long.

Got a noblewoman to marry back home.

You want a good girl, but you need the bad pussy.

Jaime: Whenever you're ready, my lord.

(birds screeching)

Try not to lose it this time.

I'll never take it off again.

I know you didn't want to leave Dorne, but I'm glad you're coming home.

Your mother's desperate to see you.

I'm glad Trystane is coming with us.

He seems like a nice boy.

You're lucky.

Arranged marriages are rarely so-- so well arranged.

Do you think Mother will like him?

If she sees you're happy, I'm sure she will.

(laughs) You really believe that?

Have you ever known your mother to like anyone aside from her children?

She likes you.

I'm not so sure about that.

Listen... there's something I wanted to tell you.

Something I should have told you long ago.

So... now that you've seen more of the world, you've learned how complicated things can be, people can be.

The Lannisters and the Martells have hated each other for years, but you've fallen in love with Trystane.

It was an accident, really. I mean, what were the chances?

You happen to fall in love with the man you were assigned to marry?

My point is... we don't choose whom we love.

It just, well-- it's beyond our control.

I sound like an idiot.

No, you don't.

What I'm trying to say-- what I'm trying and failing to say--

I know what you're trying to say.

No, I'm afraid you don't.

I know.

About you and Mother.

I think a part of me always knew.

And I'm glad.

I'm glad that you're my father.

Myrcella? (gasping) Myrcella? (gasping) Myrcella? Myrcella?

(dragon screeches)

(knuckles cracking)

You love her, don't you?

How could you not?

Of course it's hopeless for the both of you.

A sellsword from the fighting pits, a disgraced knight.

Neither one of you is fit consort for a queen.

But we always want the wrong woman.

Does he always talk so much?

(footsteps)

Jorah the Andal.

Torgo Nudho.

He should not be here.

No, but he is.

Our queen ordered him exiled from city.

Our queen would be dead if not for him.

Puñila. Thank you.

I am sorry.

Sorry I not there to fight for our queen.

You missed a good scrap.

None of that matters now.

The longer we sit here bantering, the longer Daenerys is out there in the wilderness.

He's right. The dragon headed north.

If we're going to find her, that's where we'll have to go.

You're a Lannister.

The queen intends to remove your family from power.

And I intend to help her do it.

You've been here for how many days now?

I've fought for her for years.

Since she was little more than a child.

You betrayed her.

Careful now.

And she exiled you. Twice, I believe.

The second time thanks to you.

Don't blame me for your crimes, Mormont.

He's right. Our queen exiled Jorah.

And he's right. Jorah saved her life.

Perhaps she feels differently about him now.

Perhaps not. The only way we'll know is if we ask her.

Tyrion: Fine, fine. I suppose he can join us.

Just as long as he promises not to kill me in my sleep.

If I ever kill you, your eyes will be wide open.

Forgive me, but why would we bring you?

Pardon me?

Have you ever tracked animals in the wilderness?

Not precisely, but I have other skills that would be useful.

Can you fight?

I have fought.

I don't claim to be a great warrior.

Are you good on a horse?

Middling.

So mainly you talk.

And drink. I've survived so far.

Which I respect, but you would not help us on this expedition.

You would help us here in Meereen, though.

None of us have experience governing a city except for him.

You want to prove your value to the queen?

Prove it right here in Meereen.

He's a foreign dwarf that barely speaks the language.

Why would the Meereenese listen to him?

They wouldn't.

They will listen to Grey Worm.

I'll come with you.

I'll find our queen.

You are not strong enough to go anywhere.

He is. He's the toughest man with no balls I ever met.

But you still can't go.

The people believe in you.

They know you speak for the queen.

It's true.

Only the Unsullied can keep the peace in Meereen.

If you leave, half this city will consume the other half.

And Missandei.

Our queen trusts no one more than Missandei.

Certainly not me.

The queen's closest confidante, the commander of the Unsullied, and a foreign dwarf with a scarred face.

Good fortune, my friends.

Meereen is ancient and glorious.

Try not to ruin her.

Looks like it's you and me, Jorah the Andal.

Let's find some good horses.

We have so much to talk about.

(dragon screeches)

(birds chirping)

Varys: Hello, old friend.

I thought we were so happy together until you abandoned me.

I suppose there's no point asking how you found me.

The birds sing in the west, the birds sing in the east, if one knows how to listen.

They tell me you've already found favor with the Mother of Dragons.

Well, she didn't execute me, so that's a promising start.

Now the heroes are off to find her and I'm stuck here trying to placate a city on the brink of civil war.

Any advice for an old comrade?

Information is the key.

You need to learn your enemy's strengths and strategies.

You need to learn which of your friends are not your friends.

If only I knew someone with a vast network of spies.

If only.

A grand old city choking on violence, corruption, and deceit.

Who could possibly have any experience managing such a massive, ungainly beast?

I did miss you.

Oh, I know.

(dragon growls)

We have to go home.

Oh, my poor, sweet thing.

Does it hurt?

We have to go home.

Drogon.

Can you take me back to Meereen?

How far did you carry me?

(groans)

Drogon, we need to return.

My people need me.

(hisses)

(growling)

(gasps)

Well, there's no food.

At the very least, you could hunt us some supper.

(horse neighs)

(horse whinnies)

(horses neigh)

(men whooping)

(men whooping)

(lock clicks)

(door opens)

(whimpers)

Confess.

Confess.

I have sinned.

I see that now.

How can I have been so blind for so long?

I want to be clean again.

I want absolution.

The Crone came to me with her lamp raised high.

And by its holy light--

You wish to make a confession?

Once I've confessed, will I be free?

Your Grace will be dealt with according to her sins.

The Mother have mercy, then.

I lay with a man outside the bonds of marriage. I confess.

Name him.

Lancel Lannister.

Your cousin and the king's squire.

I was lonely and afraid.

You had a husband.

A husband off whoring every chance he--

His sins do not pardon your own.

May the gods forgive me.

Other men?

No others?

Speaking falsehoods before the gods is a great crime.

You understand this?

There are those that say your children were not fathered by King Robert, that they are bastards born of incest and adultery.

A lie.

A lie from the lips of Stannis Baratheon.

He wants the throne, but his brother's children stand in his way.

So he claims they are not his brother's.

That filth.

There is not one shred of truth to it.

I deny it.

Good.

But these are terrible charges.

And the realm must know the truth of them.

If Your Grace has given honest testimony, your trial will prove your innocence.

Trial? I have confessed.

To a single sin.

Others you have denied.

Your trial will separate the truths from the falsehoods.

I bow to the wisdom of Your High Holiness.

But if I might beg for just one drop of the Mother's mercy.

I haven't seen my son--

I don't know how long it's been.

I need to see him, please.

You have taken the first step on the path back to righteousness.

In light of this, I will permit you to return to the Red Keep.

Thank you.

(crying) Thank you.

The Mother is merciful.

It is her you should thank.

I will. I will.

I swear it, day and night.

Good.

Am I free to go?

After your atonement.

My atonement?

(door opens)

A sinner comes before you.

Cersei of House Lannister.

Mother to His Grace King Tommen.

Widow of His Grace King Robert.

She has committed the acts of falsehood and fornication.

She has confessed her sins and begged for forgiveness.

To demonstrate her repentance, she will cast aside all pride, all artifice, and present herself as the gods made her to you, the good people of the city.

She comes before you with a solemn heart, shorn of secrets, naked before the eyes of gods and men... to make her walk of atonement.

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

(crowd murmuring)

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

c**t!

Shame.

Woman: Sinner!

Woman #2: Whore!

Shame.

Woman #3: Whore!

(bell rings)

Shame.

Whore! Whore!

Shame.

(crowd shouting)

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

(overlapping voices)

Whore! Sinner!

Shame.

Bitch! Brother fucker!

Whore!

Shame.

f*ck off!

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

All hail the royal tits.

Man: You're a bitch!

Shame.

(bell rings)

Get her!

Whore!

Bitch!

Fucker!

Fucker!

You bitch!

Shame.

c**t!

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

(shouting continues)

Brother fucker!

Bitch!

I've had half as many cocks as the queen.

Bitch!

Shame.

Shame.

(overlapping voices) Sinner! Whore! Slut!

(laughter, shouting continues)

(bell rings)

Shame.

(booing)

Shame. Shame.

Whore!

Whore, whore.

I'm a Lannister. Suck me off!

Suck me off, you bitch!

Back!

Whore!

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

(laughing)

Crowd: Whore!

Crowd: Whore! Whore! Whore!

(woman cackling)

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

(crowd shouting)

Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Man: Bitch! Bitch!

Unella: Shame.

(shouting continues)

Brother fucker!

Unella: Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

(shouting continues)

Shame.

Man: Whore!

Man #2: Brother fucker!

Man #3: Whore!

Shame. Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

(crowd jeering)

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Shame.

Man: Fucker!

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

(whimpers)

Shame. Shame. Shame.

(shouting)

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame. Shame.

(shouting continues)

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(crying)

(shouting continues)

(door closes)

(crying)

Your Grace.

(sobbing)

It's good to have you back.

Come.

We'll take you inside.

I need to have a look at those feet.

(footsteps)

(armor clanking)

May I have the honor of presenting the newest member of the Kingsguard?

If it please Your Grace, he has taken a holy vow of silence.

He has sworn that he will not speak until all His Grace's enemies are dead and evil has been driven from the realm.

Who came to your aid?

Stannis.

Now he needs you.

We don't have enough men to make any difference.

The wildlings will make a difference.

The wildlings will never fight for Stannis.

I told him before.

You saved their bloody lives.

If they're gonna live in the Seven Kingdoms, safe behind our Wall, they ought to fight for the damn place.

It's not their fight.

Man: Open the gates!

Stannis?

Shireen? The princess?

Lord Commander.

It's one of the wildlings you brought back.

Says he knows your Uncle Benjen.

Says he's still alive.

Are you sure he's talking about Benjen?

Said he was First Ranger.

Said he knows where to find him.

Man says he saw your uncle at Hardhome at the last full moon.

Could be lying.

Could be.

There are ways to find out.

Where is he?

Over there.

(groans)

For the Watch.

(groans)

For the Watch.

(groans)

For the Watch.

(gasping)

(groans)

For the Watch.

(groans)

For the Watch.

(labored breathing)

(wheezing)

Olly...

(groans)

For the Watch.

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 05x09) - Game of Thrones Script, 05x09 - The Dance of Dragons

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05x09 - The Dance of Dragons.docx

(theme music playing)

(wind howling)

(bird screeches)

(man shouts)

(horse neighs)

Man: Look out!

Man #2: Fire! Fire!

(men shouting)

(horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

(men shouting)

(horse neighing)

(screaming)

(coughing)

Davos: A band of 20 men, maybe less.

They were in and out before anyone spotted them.

Burnt our food stores to the ground, all our siege weapons destroyed.

Dozens of tents were--

Horses?

We're still getting a count, but hundreds are dead.

20 men rode into our camp without a single guard sounding the alarm?

The northerners know more about their land than we ever will.

Put last night's guards in chains.

Either they fell asleep or they conspired with the enemy.

Find out the truth and then hang them.

Your Grace.

Unless there's a thaw, we can't press forward to Winterfell and we don't have enough food to get us back to Castle Black.

We're not returning to Castle Black.

Forgive me, Your Grace, I never claimed to be an expert in military matters, but if we can't march forward and we won't march back...

Have the dead horses butchered for meat.

Man: Halt!

Man #2: Halt!

(men coughing)

Man #3: There it is!

(horse whinnies)

(wildlings murmuring)

Open the gates.

(rumbling)

(baby crying)

Jon: It was a failure.

It wasn't.

I went to save them. I failed.

You didn't fail him.

Or him.

Or her.

Every one of them is alive because of you and no one else.

I don't think that fact's lost on them.

You have a good heart, Jon Snow.

It'll get us all killed.

Alliser: Out of my way.

(horse neighs)

(men shouting)

(sighs)

You sent for me, Your Grace?

Find some healthy horses and a few knights to guard you.

I'm sending you back to Castle Black.

Tell the Lord Commander his king commands him to send food, supplies, fresh horses.

In return, when I take the throne, I'll make sure the Night's Watch has all the men it requires.

He can guard all 19 castles on the Wall if he so wishes.

Your Grace, you named me your Hand.

The King's Hand should never abandon the king, especially in time of war.

You're not abandoning me. You're obeying a command.

A boy with a scroll could deliver this message.

And if Jon Snow refuses the boy with the scroll, what does the boy say?

I didn't name you Hand for your expertise in military matters.

Ride for Castle Black. Don't come back empty-handed.

Your Grace, perhaps Queen Selyse and Princess Shireen could accompany me.

My family stays with me.

At least let me take Shireen.

A siege is no place for a little girl.

My family stays with me.

(men coughing)

What's this one now?

"The Dance of Dragons: A True Telling" by Grand Maester Munkun.

Now that sounds like a proper story.

Ser Byron Swann wanted to kill the dragon Vhagar.

He polished his shield for a week so that it was like a mirror.

And he crouched behind it and crept forward, hoping the dragon would only see its own reflection.

But the dragon saw a dumb man holding a mirrored shield.

And burnt him to a crisp.

(laughs)

Thus ending the dragon-slaying career of Ser Byron Swann. (laughs)

I made you something, Princess.

Do you like it?

He's beautiful.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Will you make me a doe, too? So that he can have company?

Of course I will.

But why am I getting a present?

Because you deserve it.

My son was always on me, trying to teach me to read.

Gods, I was stubborn about it.

Made it this far without reading.

Seemed to me I could make it to the grave.

Wish I'd listened to him.

This is my own poor way of saying thank you.

For teaching me to be a grown-up.

I'll be gone for a few days, Princess.

I want to hear all about "The Dance of Dragons" when I'm back.

You'll read it yourself.

(birds chirping)

Prince Doran.

Forgive us. We started without you.

Please, sit.

Princess Myrcella.

Uncle.

What a lovely dress.

You don't like it?

You must be cold.

Not at all. The Dornish climate agrees with me.

Prince Trystane.

How's your jaw?

A fleabite.

What are you doing in Dorne?

Looking after the safety of my niece, the Princess Myrcella.

And rather than send a raven or speak to me directly, you decided to enter my country in secret and abduct our guest by force?

We received a threatening message.

The princess's necklace in the jaws of a viper.

That necklace was stolen from my room.

Oh, excellent.

A last meal before the beheading?

Oh, I can't behead you.

Many in Dorne want war.

But I've seen war.

I've seen the bodies piled on the battlefields.

I've seen the orphans starving in the cities.

I don't want to lead my people into that hell.

No, you want to break bread with the Lannisters.

And that is precisely what we are doing.

Let us drink to Tommen, the First of His Name,

King of the Andals and the First Men,

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.

(slams)

King Tommen insists on his sister's return to the capital?

I'm afraid he does.

I cannot disobey my king's command.

She will return with you to King's Landing.

And my son Prince Trystane will accompany you both.

If the alliance between the Iron Throne and Dorne is to continue, their engagement must stand.

I accept.

One more thing. My brother was named to the small council before his death.

Your father understood the importance of keeping Dorne in the fold.

With Oberyn gone, Trystane will take his place on the small council.

You have my word.

The word of a kingslayer.

No wonder you can't stand. You have no spine.

You are mother to four of my nieces, girls I love very much.

For their sake, I hope you live a long and happy life.

Speak to me that way again, and you won't.

May I inquire as to the fate of my man Bronn?

Tell me, Ser Jaime, in King's Landing, how do they punish a commoner who strikes a prince?

He said it was just a fleabite.

The fault is mine.

Bronn is merely a soldier following my orders.

If anyone should be punished, it's me.

Prince Trystane must learn judgment if he is to rule one day.

I'll let him decide.

I have learned the value of mercy from my father.

I'll set your man free.

You're a good man.

On one condition.

(hands slapping)

Why do we play? I'm better than you.

I'll always be better than you.

Have I ever missed once?

I don't think I have. I can't recall.

You must love humiliation. Or pain.

Which do you love most, humiliation or pain?

That one hurt, didn't it?

(smacks)

You going to cry?

Give up, little sister.

You're going to miss.

Oh, I never miss.

You will. You're thinking too much.

Now you're nervous. What if she's right?

Luck.

Now it's my turn.

You're too slow.

You've always been too slow.

(cell door unlocks)

Am I gonna be happy at the end of this walk?

You'll find out very soon.

Say it one more time, handsome.

Who am I?

The most beautiful woman in the world.

And that's the truth.

Slut.

(Tyene laughs)

Prince Doran, Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.

I didn't realize there were knights of the Blackwater.

Only the one.

I believe you've already met Prince Trystane.

Prince.

Sorry about the other day.

Jaime: Prince Trystane here is a man of mercy.

He's agreed to grant you your freedom.

I'm glad to hear it.

Pie looks good.

There was one condition.

(grunts)

(Bronn groans)

Perhaps some soup instead.

(merchants shouting)

Arya: Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cock--

How much for your little clam?

(laughs)

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Come on.

Some oysters, girl!

I'm talking to you.

Is, uh...

Girl!

Man: Tie her up!

Thin Man: Are you deaf? Girl!

Girl!

My lord.

Sailor: My lord.

Tycho: Lord Tyrell.

On behalf of the Iron Bank, may I be the first to welcome you to the Free City of Braavos.

I hope your journey was trouble-free.

A bit of chop the last few days.

Nothing too awful.

Good to see the old chap still guarding the harbor.

And how goes the harvest in the Reach?

Ah, the vintners say this might be the best year for red grapes in half a century.

If we come to a satisfactory arrangement,

I'll be sure to send a cask of the Arbor's finest your way.

I'm afraid I don't partake.

Some consider usury distasteful, dishonorable.

Pure nonsense, of course.

I'm glad we see eye to eye on this matter.

Mace: Did you know that at one point Maegor the third tried to outlaw it in the Seven Kingdoms?

Wanted to arrest anyone caught charging interest and cut off both their hands.

Most unfortunate for the glovers.

Mace: If a man charges no interest on a loan, then he has nothing to gain and everything to lose, so why chance it?

Whereas the promise of reward makes a man willing to gamble.

We are not gamblers here at the Iron Bank, Lord Tyrell.

You are the world's best gamblers.

And all those bets you won built this.

(coins clink)

(door opens)

Mace: We should celebrate.

Tycho: I'm afraid I still have a good deal of work to do.

Mace: Oh, nonsense. Work's over. Do you sing?

I don't have that gift.

Oh, it's not a gift.

It's a skill. Anyone can learn it.

♪ So give me a kiss by the Long Canal ♪
♪ And give me two kisses in Salty Town ♪
♪ For we're going to die tomorrow ♪
♪ The bareheaded beggar, the king with his crown... ♪

Trant: Thought that old sh1t would never stop singing.

Wasn't bad, though.

The Tyrells can all rot in hell.

Treasonous c**ts.

They were going to make that boy-fucker Renly king.

This is the place, lads.

The sleekest little minks in Braavos.

You buying?

Oh, I'm buying.

But I never was good at sharing.

(chatter, laughter)

(music playing)

Sell your fish somewhere else.

Oh, let her in, Brusco. I'm hungry.

Come here, sweetness.

They say oysters get the juices flowing.

We'll take half a dozen.

Three coppers.

Here's a silver because the lady likes you.

Too old.

Brea.

Too old.

Madame: I have just the one. Anara.

Our most expensive girl.

But well worth it, I assure you.

Too old.

Do you have what I want or not?

Of course. Of course.

(gasps)

These fresh?

Come on, the lads are hungry.

Nothing better for your cockstand than fresh oysters.

Guard: Here. Thank you.

Guard #2: I'll have one.

Any vinegar?

Who let this girl in? Shoo! Shoo!

(guards chuckle)

Good.

I'll tell you when we're done.

You'll have a fresh one for me tomorrow?

Of course.

Madame: I'll have you whipped, girl.

Go, go on. Out, out, go.

(whispering)

Valar morghulis.

Valar morghulis.

The thin man wasn't hungry today.

Perhaps that is why a man is thin.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

(thuds)

A girl has work to do.

Your rebellion is over.

You can swear your allegiance to me now... or you can die.

(crying)

I believe in second chances.

I don't believe in third chances.

You write like a seven-year-old.

Your maester kindly agreed to copy it over for me.

He didn't try to make you pay?

Mm-mmm.

Maybe he's changed.

The queen will be thrilled to know you're bringing her daughter home.

She will.

You love her very much, don't you?

Of course, she's my niece.

I wasn't talking about her.

You think I disapprove?

Because people disapprove of that sort of thing where you are from?

They disapproved of Oberyn and me where you are from.

Here no one blinked an eye.

100 years ago, no one would have blinked an eye at you if you'd been named Targaryen.

It's always changing, who we're supposed to love and who we're not.

The only thing that stays the same is that we want who we want.

I know your daughter had no part in the terrible thing that happened to the man I love.

Perhaps even you are innocent of that.

(horse whinnying)

(tent flap rustles)

Father.

Aren't you cold?

No. What are you reading?

"The Dance of Dragons."

What's it about?

It's the story of the fight between Rhaenyra Targaryen and her half-brother Aegon for control over the Seven Kingdoms.

Both of them thought they belonged on the Iron Throne.

When people started declaring for one of them or the other, their fight divided the kingdoms in two.

Brothers fought brothers, dragons fought dragons.

By the time it was over, thousands were dead.

And it was a disaster for the Targaryens as well.

They never truly recovered.

"The Dance of Dragons."

Why is that a dance?

It's just what they call it.

Hmm, doesn't make much sense.

I think it's poetic.

If you had to choose between Rhaenyra and Aegon... who would you have chosen?

I wouldn't have chosen either.

It's all the choosing sides that made everything so horrible.

Sometimes a person has to choose.

Sometimes the world forces his hand.

If a man knows what he is... and remains true to himself... the choice is no choice at all.

He must fulfill his destiny... and become who he is meant to be.

However much he may hate it.

It's all right, Father.

You don't even know what I'm talking about.

It doesn't matter.

I want to help you.

Is there any way I can help?

Yes, there is.

Good. I want to.

I'm the Princess Shireen of House Baratheon.

And I'm your daughter.

(sighs)

Forgive me.

Where's my father? I want to see my father.

It will all be over soon, Princess.

(crying) No.

Where's my father?

No, you can't do this. Father, where are you?

Please, let me see my father.

Father, where are you? Don't let her do this.

Please let go!

Let me see my father! Where are you? Please!

Selyse: It's what the Lord wants.

Shireen: No.

Please! Let go! No!

It's a good thing.

A great thing.

Shireen: Stop. Stop!

Shireen: Please!

Melisandre: Hear us now, my Lord.

Shireen: You can't do this!

Melisandre: For you, we offer up this girl

Please!

...that you may cleanse her with your fire and that its light may lead our way.

Shireen: Please! No, please let me see my father.

If we don't act, we'll all starve here.

All of us.

(Shireen crying)

But if we make this sacrifice...

Melisandre: Accept this token of our faith, my Lord, and lead us from the darkness.

Lord of Light, show us the way.

Mother!

Mother, please!

Mother, please! Mother!

Mother!

We can't.

There's no other way. She has king's blood. Please don't do this!

Melisandre: Lord of Light, protect us.

Please! Father, please! For the night is dark and full of terrors.

Father!

Father, don't do this! Please!

Mother, no! Please! Please, help!

Don't do this!

Please, Father! Mother, help!

No. No, please! Don't do this!

Don't do this, please, Mother!

Please, Mother! Mother, help!

Mother, help! Help!

Please don't do this, Mother!

Please!

Please, Mother! Please!

Please! No!

Please! No!

(fire crackling)

(Shireen screaming)

(screaming stops)

(applause, cheering)

(applause, cheering continue)

(drums beating)

(drumming stops)

Where have you been?

Just making sure everything is in order.

(horse neighs)

(gate opens)

(cheering)

(cheering stops)

(cheering)

They're waiting for you.

Clap your hands.

(cheering)

(both grunting)

(groans)

(Daario chuckles)

That one, the smaller man.

No question, that's where you should put your money.

The smaller man it is.

I'm not putting my money anywhere.

Kings and queens never bet on the games.

Perhaps you should go find someone who does.

People used to bet against me when I fought in the pits.

He would have bet against me. Common novice mistake.

I've spent much of my life in this arena.

And in my experience, large men do triumph over smaller men far more often than not.

Has your experience ever involved any actual fighting?

You yourself?

Have you ever tried to kill another man who was trying to kill you?

Whenever I got into the pit against a beast like that one, the crowd saw me, all skin and bone back then, then they saw a pile of angry muscles ready to murder me.

They couldn't get their money out fast enough.

But the pile of angry muscles never had any muscles here or... here.

And the big men were always too slow to stop my dagger from going where their muscles weren't.

Yes, whenever I saw a beast like that one standing across from me making his beast faces, I knew I could rest easy.

(shouting)

(crowd cheering)

You don't approve?

There's always been more than enough death in the world for my taste.

I can do without it in my leisure time.

Fair enough. Yet it's an unpleasant question, but what great thing has ever been accomplished without killing or cruelty?

It's easy to confuse what is with what ought to be, especially when what is has worked out in your favor.

I'm not talking about myself.

I'm talking about the necessary conditions for greatness.

That is greatness?

That is a vital part of the great city of Meereen, which existed long before you or I and will remain standing long after we have returned to the dirt.

My father would have liked you.

(gate opens)

(crowd cheering)

One day your great city will return to the dirt as well.

At your command?

If need be.

(crowd cheering)

And how many people will die to make this happen?

If it comes to that, they will have died for a good reason.

Those men think they're dying for a good reason.

Someone else's reason.

So your reasons are true and theirs are false?

They don't know their own minds, but you do?

Well said. You're an eloquent man.

Doesn't mean you're wrong.

In my experience, eloquent men are right every bit as often as imbeciles.

Your Grace--

Shut your mouth.

(crowd cheering)

(both grunting)

(groans)

(cheering)

(man groans)

(groans)

(groans)

(cheering)

(applause)

(groans)

You can end this.

She cannot.

You can.

(crowd chanting)

(screams)

(crowd cheering)

(shouting in Valyrian)

(booing)

(speaking Valyrian)

(grunts)

(crowd groans)

(groans)

(crowd booing)

(groans)

(people shouting)

(people screaming)

Protect your queen!

(crowd screaming)

Your Grace! Your Grace!

Come with me. I know a way out.

I know a way--

(groans)

(men shouting in Valyrian)

(Missandei screams)

Stay close.

(clamoring)

(groans)

(screams)

This way.

The other side.

Follow me.

(people screaming)

Protect your queen!

(men shouting)

(grunts)

(gasps)

(groans)

(shouts in Valyrian)

(dragon roars)

(gasps)

(dragon roars)

(men shouting in Valyrian)

(roars)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming))

Drogon!

(roars)

(roaring)

(spear pierces)

(roaring)

(roaring)

Valahd.

(roars)

(dragon roars)

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 05x08) - Game of Thrones Script, 05x08 - Hardhome

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05x08 - Hardhome.docx

(theme music playing)

(bird screeches)

Your Grace, I want to say--

You will not speak.

How do I know you are who you say you are?

If only I were otherwise.

If you are Tyrion Lannister, why shouldn't I kill you to pay your family back for what it did to mine?

You want revenge against the Lannisters?

I killed my mother Joanna Lannister on the day I was born.

I killed my father Tywin Lannister with a bolt to the heart.

I am the greatest Lannister killer of our time.

So I should welcome you into my service because you murdered members of your own family?

Into your service?

Your Grace, we have only just met.

It's too soon to know if you deserve my service.

If you'd rather return to the fighting pits, just say the word.

When I was a young man, I heard a story about a baby born during the worst storm in living memory.

She had no wealth, no lands, no army, only a name and a handful of supporters, most of whom probably thought they could use that name to benefit themselves.

They kept her alive, moving her from place to place, often hours ahead of the men who'd been sent to kill her.

She was eventually sold off to some warlord on the edge of the world and that appeared to be that.

And then a few years later, the most well-informed person I knew told me that this girl without wealth, lands, or armies had somehow acquired all three in a very short span of time, along with three dragons.

He thought she was our best, last chance to build a better world.

I thought you were worth meeting at the very least.

And why are you worth meeting?

Why should I spend my time listening to you?

Because you cannot build a better world on your own.

You have no one at your side who understands the land you want to rule.

The strengths and weaknesses of the houses that will either join or oppose you.

I will have a very large army and very large dragons.

Killing and politics aren't always the same thing.

When I served as Hand of the King, I did quite well with the latter considering the king in question preferred torturing animals to leading his people.

I could do an even better job advising a ruler worth the name.

If that is indeed what you are.

So you want to advise me?

Very well.

What would you have me do with him?

I swore I would kill him if he ever returned.

I know.

Why should the people trust a queen who can't keep her promises?

Whomever Ser Jorah was when he started informing on you, he is no longer that man.

I can't remember ever seeing a sane man as devoted to anything as he is to serving you.

He claims he would kill for you and die for you and nothing I ever witnessed gives me reason to doubt him.

And yet he did betray you.

Did he have an opportunity to confess his betrayal?

Many opportunities.

Tyrion: And did he?

No, not until forced to do so.

He worships you.

He is in love with you, I think.

But he did not trust you with the truth.

An unpleasant truth to be sure, but one of great significance to you.

He did not trust that you would be wise enough to forgive him.

So I should kill him?

A ruler who kills those devoted to her is not a ruler who inspires devotion.

And you're going to need to inspire devotion, a lot of it, if you're ever going to rule across the Narrow Sea.

But you cannot have him by your side when you do.

Remove Ser Jorah from the city.

(door slams)

Confess.

My son.

Let me speak to--

Confess.

I meant it.

My face will be the last thing you see--

(door opens)

(sobbing)

(screams)

My name is Lanna. I'm an orphan.

When I was eight, I begged enough money to buy my first bucket of oysters.

I sold that bucket and made enough money to buy two more.

(people chattering)

Arya: It took a while, but I finally saved enough to buy myself an oyster cart.

Now every morning, I make my way down to the canals.

I pass the fish mongers and the bakers.

I usually see Lhara, my first customer of the day on her way home.

Then I turn left onto Moonsinger Lane--

(cracks)

Turn left onto Ragman Lane where I do most of my trade.

Lanna is very impressive.

Very industrious.

She will make a fine servant for the Many-Faced God.

How will she serve him?

She will no longer turn left onto Ragman Lane.

She will turn right and go to Ragman Harbor.

What will she do there?

She will see.

(people chattering)

Arya: See what?

Jaqen: How can a man tell a girl this?

If he knew what she would see, there would be no reason to send her.

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

(laughs)

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

Your oysters fresh?

Best in the city.

You wouldn't lie to an old man, would you?

Very nice. Give me four with vinegar.

It's my 18th voyage.

Returned from all of them without a scratch on me.

Can't do it.

Captain: Please, I've three children.

Without me...

Here, take it. You have to.

I've three children.

What will they do?

Come on.

They've nothing without me.

Please, you have to!

Please, you don't understand!

Please!

Jaqen: The man is a gambler.

He wages that a sailor's ship will make it to its destination.

It is a strange wager for the captain.

He only wins if he loses his life.

So why would a captain make the wager in the first place?

A girl tells a man that she has seen.

If the captain dies, the thin man pays his family a lot of money.

But perhaps the gambler loses his bet and decides he does not have to pay after all.

A destitute woman and her small child, what can they do to such a man if he keeps their money for himself?

To whom can they turn for recourse?

(whispering prayer)

The Many-Faced God.

You said you didn't know what I would see at the docks.

A man had no idea what a girl would see and what she would not.

A girl named Lanna will return to the docks.

She will watch the gambler.

She will come to know as much about him as she knows about herself.

And then what?

A gift for the thin man.

She's not ready.

Perhaps she is, perhaps she's not.

And if she's not?

It is all the same to the Many-Faced God.

(door unlocks, opens)

(door locks)

The trial will take place soon.

The High Sparrow will be presenting a substantial case against you.

The charges?

Fornication, treason, incest, the murder of King Robert.

All lies.

Of course, Your Grace.

My concern is that the Faith does not adhere to the same standards of proof as the crown.

I hope you'll excuse me for saying it, but belief is so often the death of reason.

I wish you had said it sooner.

Is there any word from Jaime?

No, I'm afraid not.

Your Grace, Grand Maester Pycelle has summoned your Uncle Kevan back from Casterly Rock to serve as Hand of the King.

He now presides over the small council.

Tell him I need to speak to him.

I implored him to visit you, but he would not.

What about my son, the king?

If you can visit me, then surely the king...

Your arrest and Queen Margaery's arrest, the king has not taken them well.

He remains in his chambers.

His servants often find his food in the hall left untouched.

You need to talk to him.

You need to talk to my son and tell him to come and see me, come and see his mother.

He-- I tried, Your Grace.

He wouldn't see me. He won't see anyone.

I can't stay here.

There is a way, Your Grace.

A way out.

Confess?

To the High Sparrow?

I won't.

I made him.

I rose him up from nothing.

I will not kneel before some barefooted commoner and beg his forgiveness.

Good-bye, my queen.

The work continues.

Why, Theon?

I'm not Theon. There is no Theon.

Reek.

Reek.

Why did you tell him, Reek?

I was helping you.

You wanted to escape.

There is no escape.

Not ever.

Theon Greyjoy tried to escape.

The master knew.

He knows everything.

He hunted him and caught him and strapped him to a cross and cut away piece after piece until there was no Theon left.

Good.

If it weren't for you, I'd still have a family.

If I could do what Ramsay did to you right here, right now, I would.

I deserved everything.

I deserve to be Reek.

I did terrible things.

Turned on Robb.

Captured Winterfell.

Killed those boys.

They weren't "those boys."

They were Bran and Rickon. They were your brothers.

You've known them since they were born.

They weren't. They were only--

Only what?

I can't.

Tell me.

I can't, not unless the master says.

Tell me. They weren't what?

They weren't--

Tell me why Bran and Rickon should be gone while you still breathe the air.

Tell me to my face, Theon.

Tell me that they weren't your brothers!

They weren't Bran and Rickon!

I couldn't find them.

It was two farm boys.

I killed them and burned them so no one would know.

You didn't?

Do you know where they went, Bran and Rickon?

I can't talk to you anymore.

Theon, you have to tell me. Do you have any idea where--

Not Theon! Reek!

(door closes)

Our scouts tell us he's got no more than 6,000 men.

More than half of those are mounted, however.

And how high do Stannis's horses jump?

Our walls have been fully repaired.

The gates have been reinforced.

We have enough food for six months.

We are more prepared for a siege than they could ever be.

All we have to do is wait for them to freeze, starve, and mutiny.

You disagree?

Stannis isn't from the North.

You are, Father.

I think you're missing an opportunity to show the people of the North how House Bolton treats southern invaders.

And what do you recommend?

That we not sit and wait for Stannis to decide what sort of fight this is going to be.

That we hit first and hit hard and leave a feast for the crows.

A smart commander does not abandon a defensive advantage.

As long as we stay behind these walls, they can't touch us.

Not to mention that the snow is so deep, we couldn't get an army through to engage them even if we wanted to.

I don't need an army.

I need 20 good men.

So, have you decided yet?

Whether I'm worthy of your service?

Have you decided yet whether you're going to have me killed?

It's probably my safest option.

I can see why you would think so.

It's what your father would have done.

And what would your father have done?

My father, who publically sentenced me to death?

I'd say his thoughts on having me killed were abundantly clear.

Is that why you killed him?

Someday, if you decide not to execute me, I'll tell you all about why I killed my father.

And on that day, should it ever come, we'll need more wine than this.

I know what my father was.

What he did.

I know the Mad King earned his name.

So, here we sit.

Two terrible children of two terrible fathers.

I'm terrible?

I've heard stories.

Why did you travel to the far side of the world to meet someone terrible?

To see if you were the right kind of terrible.

Which kind is that?

The kind that prevents your people from being even more so.

Well, I did reopen the fighting pits.

Under my rule, murder will once again become entertainment.

Yes, that was wise.

And you agreed to marry someone you loathe for the greater good.

Very impressive.

My own sister married someone she loathed as well, though not by choice and certainly not for the greater good, gods forbid.

She ended up having him killed.

Perhaps it won't come to that.

It's not impossible that Varys was right about you after all.

Varys? King Robert's spymaster?

Yes, he's the one who convinced me to come find you.

He was my travelling companion before Ser Jorah seized that role for himself.

Jorah sent my secrets to Varys.

For 20 years the Spider oversaw the campaign to find and kill me.

He did what he had to do to survive.

He did a lot of other things as well, things he didn't have to do.

I suspect he's the main reason you weren't slaughtered in your crib.

But you trust him?

Yes, oddly.

He may be the only person in the world I trust.

Except my brother.

The brother who killed my father?

That's the one.

Perhaps I will have you killed after all.

Your queenly prerogative.

I had given up on life until Varys convinced me you might be worth living for.

If you chop off my head, well, my final days were interesting.

I'm not going to kill you.

No? Banish me?

So if I'm not going to be murdered and I'm not going to be banished--

You're going to advise me.

While you can still speak in complete sentences.

Advise you on what?

How to get what I want.

The Iron Throne.

Perhaps you should try wanting something else.

If I want jokes, I'll get myself a proper fool.

I'm not entirely joking.

There's more to the world than Westeros after all.

How many hundreds of thousands of lives have you changed for the better here?

Perhaps this is where you belong, where you can do the most good.

I fought so that no child born into Slaver's Bay would ever know what it meant to be bought or sold.

I will continue that fight here and beyond.

But this is not my home.

When you get back to your home, who supports you?

The common people.

Let's be generous and assume that's going to happen.

Here in Slaver's Bay, you had the support of the common people and only the common people.

What was that like? Ruling without the rich?

House Targaryen is gone.

Not a single person who shares your blood is alive to support you.

The Starks are gone as well.

Our two terrible fathers saw to that.

The remaining members of House Lannister will never back you, not ever.

Stannis Baratheon won't back you, either.

His entire claim to the throne rests on the illegitimacy of yours.

That leaves the Tyrells.

Not impossible, not enough.

Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell.

They're all just spokes on a wheel.

This one's on top, then that one's on top.

And on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground.

It's a beautiful dream, stopping the wheel.

You're not the first person who's ever dreamt it.

I'm not going to stop the wheel.

I'm going to break the wheel.

(grunting)

(whistles)

You said whoever wins will fight at the Great Pit in front of the queen.

I won.

You struck me.

Have me flogged if it makes you happy.

But I'm the best you've got.

If I win at the Great Pit, how much can you sell me for?

You're a free man.

You could have gone anywhere.

Why did you come back?

Let me fight for her and I belong to you.

Woman: Thirsty?

Confess.

I'll get out of here, you realize, before long.

Confess.

I can make you a wealthy woman.

A lady of the court.

Confess.

Or I can make sure you die in the most hideous way imaginable.

And all I do is sit here imagining hideous ways for you to die.

(door opens)

(door closes, locks)

(slurping)

(wind howling)

Does it hurt?

Good.

How are you?

I'm not the one who got punched and kicked in the face.

You know what I mean.

I'm good.

Are you scared?

A little.

Me, too.

(knocks on door)

Who's there?

Olly.

Come in.

I heard what happened.

Oh, not to worry.

Men brawl from time to time. It's only natural.

Figured you were hungry.

Oh, you're a good lad.

Wanted to ask you something if you've got the time.

I need to check on baby Sam.

(door closes)

Sam: Now then, how can I help?

It's about the Lord Commander.

He's going up to Hardhome to save all them wildlings.

Wildlings killed my mom and dad.

They killed everyone in my village.

We've been fighting them for years.

This wasn't a fight.

We were farmers and they slaughtered us.

So why is he saving them?

Wildlings are people.

Just like us, there are good ones and bad ones.

The one he's travelling with, the one with the red beard, he led the raid on my village.

Oh, Olly.

How can he trust him?

I've seen the army of the dead.

I've seen the white walkers.

And they're coming for us, for all the living.

And when it's time, we'll need every last man we can find.

But what if we let the wildlings through the gates and they cut our throats while we sleep?

Jon's taking a risk, but he has to.

We don't stand a chance otherwise.

Sometimes a man has to make hard choices, choices that might look wrong to others, but you know are right in the long run.

You believe that?

With all my heart.

Try not to worry, Olly.

I've been worrying about Jon for years.

He always comes back.

(wind howling)

(men grunting)

Ranger: Turn us about!

You trust me, Jon Snow?

Does that make me a fool?

We're fools together now.

(man whistles)

Lord of Bones.

Been a long time.

Last time I saw you, the little crow was your prisoner.

The other way around now. What happened?

War? You call that a war?

The greatest army the North has ever seen cut to pieces by some southern king.

We should gather the elders, find somewhere quiet to talk.

You don't give the orders here.

I'm not giving an order.

Why aren't you in chains?

He's not my prisoner.

What is he?

We're allies.

You f*cking traitor.

You fight for the crows now?

I don't fight for the crows.

We're not here to fight. We're here to talk.

Is that right?

You and the pretty crow do a lot of talking, Tormund?

And when you're done talking, do you get down on your knees and suck his cock?

(grunts)

Gather the elders and let's talk.

(man coughs)

My name's Jon Snow.

I'm Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

We're not friends.

We've never been friends.

We won't become friends today.

This isn't about friendship.

This is about survival.

This is about putting a 700-foot wall between you and what's out there.

You built that wall to keep us out.

Since when do the crows give two sh1ts if we live?

Jon: In normal times we wouldn't. But these aren't normal times.

The white walkers don't care if a man's free folk or crow.

We're all the same to them, meat for their army.

But together we can beat them.

Beat the white walkers?

Good luck with that. Run from them, maybe.

It's not a trick.

It's a gift for those who join us.

Dragonglass.

A man of the Night's Watch used one of these daggers to kill a walker.

You saw this?

But I trust the man.

There are old stories about dragonglass.

There are old stories about ice spiders as big as hounds.

And with the things we've seen, you don't believe them?

Jon: Come with me and I'll share these weapons.

Come with you where?

Jon: There are good lands south of the Wall.

The Night's Watch will let you through the tunnel and allow your people to farm those lands.

(murmuring)

I knew Mance Rayder.

He never wanted a war with the Night's Watch.

He wanted a new life for his people, for you.

We're prepared to give you that new life.

If you swear you'll join us when the real war begins.

Where is Mance?

He died.

I put an arrow through his heart.

(wildlings shouting)

Tormund: Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Loboda: I say we send the Lord Commander back to Castle Black with no eyes.

Hey, none of you saw Mance die.

I did.

The southern king who broke our army, Stannis, wanted to burn him alive to send us a message.

Jon Snow defied that c**t's orders.

His arrow was mercy.

What he did took courage.

And that's what we need today, the courage to make peace with men we've been killing for generations.

I lost my father, my uncle, and two brothers fighting the damn crows.

I'm not asking you to forget your dead.

I'll never forget mine.

I lost 50 brothers the night that Mance attacked the Wall.

But I'm asking you to think about your children now.

They'll never have children of their own if we don't band together.

The Long Night is coming and the dead come with it.

No clan can stop them.

The free folk can't stop them.

The Night's Watch can't stop them.

And all the southern kings can't stop them.

Only together, all of us.

And even then it may not be enough, but at least we'll give the fuckers a fight.

You vouch for this man, Tormund?

He's prettier than both my daughters, but he knows how to fight.

He's young, but he knows how to lead.

He didn't have to come to Hardhome.

He came because he needs us and we need him.

My ancestors would spit on me if I broke bread with a crow.

So would mine, but f*ck 'em, they're dead.

(sighs)

I'll never trust a man in black.

But I trust you, Tormund.

If you say this is the way, we're with you.

This is the way.

(murmuring)

Elder: I'm with Tormund.

We stay here, we're dead men.

At least with King Crow, there's a chance.

(giant growls)

Tormund.

Keep that new life you want to give us.

And keep your glass, King Crow.

As soon as you get on his ships, they're gonna slit your throats and dump your bodies to the bottom of the Shivering Sea.

That's our enemy.

That has always been our enemy.

I f*cking hate Thenns.

(chatter)

Man: Move it.

Woman: Be careful.

Man #2: Move 'em along, now.

Man #3: Cast-off time.

That's it, come on.

How many are with us? 5,000?

I'm not good at counting.

We're leaving too many behind.

The free folk are stubborn.

You know how long it took Mance to band them together?

20 f*cking years.

And he knew them better than I ever will.

They're running out of food and there's nothing to hunt.

They'll come around.

Jon: Get yourselves ready.

Man: Aye!

Johnna is gonna look after you.

She's in charge. You listen to her.

Man: Take her. There you are.

I want to go with you.

I need to get the old folks on the boats.

I'm right behind you. I promise.

Go on.

(overlapping voices) Another one.

Keep moving. We'll meet you out there.

Won't be able to take that on the boat. It's too big.

That's the last one!

Three more! Move on!

(overlapping voices continue)

There's more dragonglass everywhere.

(growls)

I've got some more daggers over here.

Put that dagger in his bag.

Uh...

(speaks the Old Tongue)

(dogs barking, howling)

(wind gusting)

(barking continues)

(thunder rumbling)

(murmuring)

(whining)

Man: Steady!

(rumbling)

(wind howling)

(people shouting)

Shut the gates.

Man: Close the gates!

(shouting, screaming)

Shut the gates!

(shouting)

Wait!

Open the gate!

Let us in!

(all shouting)

Help us!

(people screaming)

Woman: Please open it!

(pounding)

Man: Open the gate!

(shouting continues)

(shouting stops)

(footsteps)

(distant screams echoing)

(screams)

(roaring)

(people screaming)

Tormund: Ready your arrows!

(snarling)

(people screaming)

(all shouting)

Tormund: Wait! Wait!

Keep in line! Keep in line!

Get in line!

(snarling)

(thumping, snarling)

(growling)

(shouts)

Man: Get to the front!

Man #2: Go on, shoot it!

(shouting)

Karsi: Wait, wait!

Jon: Duncan, hold the line! Hold the line!

Lord Commander!

Get them to the ship and come back for me!

But you'll never make--

(people shouting)

Let me on!

Let me on!

Bloody f*cking move!

Let go!

You should be on one of those boats.

So should you. My little girls got on.

They're gonna let them pass the Wall even if you're not there?

You have my word. I've given orders.

Don't think you're gonna be there to enforce those orders.

(thunder rumbles)

If they get through, everyone dies.

Night's Watch, with me!

Move! Move!

Move!

(screams)

(screaming)

Man: No, no!

Jon: Tormund, the sleigh!

Tormund: Okay, okay!

The dragonglass.

You and me, then!

(giant growling)

Get the glass.

(shouts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(gasping)

(gasps)

(rings)

(grunts)

(screams echoing)

(groans)

(panting)

(screaming)

(people shouting)

Come on!

The dragonglass.

f*ck the glass! We are gonna die here!

(screeching)

Oh, f*ck!

(shouting)

Man: Tormund, run!

(wood creaking)

(men shouting)

Wun Wun, to the sea.

(roaring)

(woman screaming)

(overlapping voices) Quickly!

Faster, faster!

Run, run!

Quickly!

Quickly, row! Row!

Go, go, come on!

(wildlings screaming)

Let's go! Now, now!

Man: Come on, row!

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(music playing)

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05x07 - The Gift

Did you kill Joffrey?

It was something my new friends wanted very badly.

You didn't think I'd let you marry that beast, did you?

We engaged in intimate relations.

Queen Margaery walked in on us.

There is enough evidence to bring a formal trial for Ser Loras and Queen Margaery. Take her.

Lancel Lannister.

Brother Lancel.

We abandon our family names.

Quite a family to abandon.

To forge a lasting bond with the people, I will marry the leader of an ancient family and reopen the fighting pits.

It's a slave ship.

Take me to Slaver's Bay, put a sword in my hand, I will prove my worth.

I want you to be my wife.

We have to go, Myrcella. Now.

Drop your weapons.

We're going to have a baby.

From the way she's carrying, it looks like a boy.

Maybe Lady Sansa is better off here.

Sansa is in danger, even if she doesn't realize it.

If you're ever in trouble, light a candle in the highest window of the Broken Tower.

Will you take this man?

I take this man.

You've known Sansa since she was a girl.

Now watch her become a woman.

I shall take back the North from the thieves who stole it.

I shall mount Roose Bolton's head on a spike.

The Queen and the Princess?

They're coming with us.

We march at sunrise.

And if you go north of the Wall, gather the remaining free folk wherever they are and bring them here.

I'll open the gates and let them through.

Make peace to save your people.

You're coming with me.

(theme music playing)

(snorts)

(horse whinnies)

(grunts)

First Ranger, you have command of Castle Black.

Lord Commander, it is my duty to tell you I believe this mission to be reckless, foolhardy, and an insult to all the brothers who have died fighting the wildlings.

As always, thank you for your honesty.

Safe travels, Lord Commander.

Thank you, Sam.

Oh, um...

It's dragonglass.

It's what I used to kill the white walker.

I hope you don't need them.

Me, too.

(Aemon gasping)

(coos)

There he is.

(Little Sam giggles) - (laughs)

That laugh.

Egg.

Egg laughed like that.

One of the first things I remember.

His little brother Aegon. He became king.

And before that, he was a jolly fellow, like this one.

(laughs)

Get him south, Gillyflower.

Before it's too late.

(wind whistling)

(crying)

(wind howling)

(gasps)

Theon, wait.

Not Theon, my lady. Reek.

Help me.

You're his wife now.

Theon.

Do what he says.

Do what he says or he'll hurt you.

He already hurts me every night.

All day I'm locked in this room and every night he comes...

It can't be any worse.

It can. It can always be worse.

What did he do to you?

Please.

You betrayed my family!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

You have to help me. Theon, help me.

He'll see us. You don't know him.

My family still has friends in the North.

All I need to do is give a signal and they'll rescue me.

Climb to the top of the broken tower.

Light this candle and put it in the window.

Promise me, Theon.

Reek! My name is Reek.

Your name is Theon Greyjoy.

Last surviving son of Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands.

Do you hear me?

Theon... promise me.

(door closes, latch clanks)

(wind howling)

Yes, Reek?

(cooing)

Aemon: Egg.

Mother's looking for you.

Get some sleep, Sam.

You'll have to speak for him tomorrow.

You don't know that.

Get some sleep.

I'll watch over him.

Sam: I'm staying, too.

He's always been good to me.

I can't leave him now.

(labored breathing)

I dreamed... that I was old.

Sam: His name was Aemon Targaryen.

He came to us from King's Landing.

A maester of the Citadel, chained and sworn, and sworn brother of the Night's Watch, ever faithful.

No man was wiser or gentler or kinder.

At the Wall, a dozen lord commanders came and went during his years of service, but he was always there to counsel them.

He was the blood of the dragon... but now his fire has gone out.

And now his watch is ended.

All: And now his watch is ended.

(sniffles)

You're losing all your friends, Tarly.

My beautiful wife.

When my father told me we were marrying, I half expected a fat, bearded beast.

Do you know how pleased I was when I saw you?

You've made me very happy.

Our scouts report that Stannis Baratheon rides for Winterfell.

He's a respected commander.

His troops are loyal and battle-tested.

He's hired thousands of foreign sellswords to bolster his army.

But this storm is a stroke of luck for us northerners.

Our people are used to fighting in the frost.

His army is out there now suffering in the snow.

One day I'll be Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

You'll be my lady and Wardeness.

But isn't your stepmother pregnant?

What of it?

What happens if she has a boy?

Then I'll have a baby brother.

But he'll be the heir.

I'm Lord Bolton's eldest son.

But you're a b*st*rd.

A trueborn will always have the stronger claim.

I've been naturalized by a royal decree from--

Tommen Baratheon? Another b*st*rd.

Bastards can rise high in the world.

Like your half-brother Jon Snow.

Born the b*st*rd of Winterfell, now the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

You didn't know?

Yes, he's done very well for himself.

I nearly forgot why I asked you to join me.

Come, my lady.

Ramsay: Your northern friend.

Reek told me you wanted to leave.

Winterfell is your home and I am your husband.

Tough old bird.

Everyone talks when I start peeling them.

But this one, her heart gave out before I even got to her face.

We do breed them tough in the North.

Bring my wife back to her chamber.

It's far too cold out here for a lady.

You should hold on to your candles.

The nights are so long now.

(chuckles)

(chatter)

(chatter continues)

(man coughing)

Davos: 40 horses died in the night.

We'll lose more come sunset.

We're running out of food.

We can't open the supply line until the snow clears.

What else?

The Stormcrows rode off last night.

500 men.

Sellswords.

Loyal to nothing but gold.

We still have a hard march to Winterfell and we won't be marching anywhere in this weather.

This isn't our time.

We should head back to Castle Black when the snow clears.

I retreated from King's Landing, Ser Davos.

If I retreat again, I'll become the King Who Ran.

Your Grace--

Winter is coming.

Those aren't just the Stark words. It's a fact.

If we march back to Castle Black, we winter at Castle Black.

And who can say how many years this winter will last?

It's better to wait for the right time than risk everything.

This is the right time and I will risk everything.

Because if I don't, we've lost.

We march to victory or we march to defeat.

But we go forward. Only forward.

Your Grace.

I've trusted in your visions and your prophecies for years.

You saw it yourself, my king, when you stared into the flames.

A great battle in the snow.

I don't know what I saw.

You do know.

Trust yourself.

And you? Do you trust yourself?

I trust in the Lord.

Are you sure?

I have seen myself walk along the battlements of Winterfell.

I have seen the flayed man banners lowered to the ground.

But sometimes sacrifices must be made to ensure victory.

I have shown you the power of king's blood.

The usurper Robb Stark.

The usurper Joffrey Baratheon.

We don't have Robert's b*st*rd here.

No, we have someone better.

And your blood runs through her veins.

Have you lost your mind?

Do you doubt me?

Still?

After all that you've seen.

There must be another way.

Leeches or--

There is only one way.

You must become king before the Long Night begins.

Only you can lead the living against the dead.

All your life has led us to this moment.

To this decision.

She's my daughter.

Get out.

(door opens)

There's always some sort of grub on.

A bit of mutton would be nice.

A beauty from beyond the Wall.

(man chuckles)

Where you going, love? Aren't we better-looking than the fat man?

No, the question is is she pretty down south in the real world or is she pretty 'cause she's the only girl here?

Even in White Harbor, I'd want a kiss.

Come on, love, give us a kiss.

Leave me alone. - Oh, if you were my girl, I wouldn't leave you alone.

One little kiss.

Come on, give him a kiss.

A man gets lonely guarding the Wall.

There's no need to be rude.

We just want a little affection.

Ooh. (laughs)

Get your hands off her.

Brother Derek, Brother Brant, I believe you both have guard duty tonight.

Sam the Slayer.

You gonna slay me with that sword?

Brant: Look at his hand shake.

Gilly, go on.

Get back to your room, lock the door.

I'm warning you.

Come on.

Come on.

(grunts)

You lying sack of sh1t.

Derek: Killed a white walker, eh?

You fat-ass f*ck.

(groans)

Come on, get up.

Gilly: No! - This your hero? This hog?

Leave him alone!

Stubborn little wildling bitch, aren't you?

(Gilly screams)

(grunts)

Come on!

Sam! Sam! Sam!

Come on!

(whimpering)

(grunting)

Gilly: Sam! Sam!

Derek: Come on.

Brant: Right. - (Gilly crying)

Derek: I'll deal with this. - (fabric ripping)

Derek: Turn her over. - Brant: All right.

I said get your hands off her.

Brant: You're gonna get yourself killed.

Your lover Jon Snow's not here to save you.

I killed a white walker, I killed a Thenn.

I'll take my chances with you.

(snarling, growling)

(barks)

(door slams) - Sam!

I'm all right.

You're not.

Just a bit woozy.

(wincing)

The next time you see something like that, you leave it alone.

I will not. They would have--

I don't know what they would have done.

I know they would have killed you if Ghost hadn't come.

No. No, no. They were tiring out.

I had them in the palm of my hand.

Don't be stupid, Sam.

You're not a fighter.

What kind of man would I be if I ran away when I saw someone hurting you?

Just promise me whatever happens, you'll take care of Little Sam.

But of course I will.

And...

I'll take care of you, too.

I need more water.

Stay.

Please?

(breathing quickens)

(winces)

Am I hurting you?

Are you sure?

(moans)

Oh, my!

(chains rattling)

(whip cracks)

(grunts)

Malko: A rare find for the fighting pits, my friends.

Not your usual street tough or drunken pirate.

This one's a Westerosi knight from an ancient house trained in sword and lance.

He fought beside the stag king Robert on the far side of the Narrow Sea.

He was first through the breach during the Siege of Spike, slaughtering 50 men with his flaming sword.

He killed the great Khal Drogo in single combat.

Betrayed by his woman, he sold himself into slavery to repay his debts.

Bidding begins at 12 gold honors. - (crowd mumurs)

13. Do I have 14?

15? 15 gold honors.

Do I hear 16? 16?

Sold.

Wait! You have to buy me as well.

We're a team.

I'm a great fighter, too.

(laughing)

He's funny. You have to give him that.

(laughing)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(laughing continues)

(grunting, shouting)

You're right, he's funny.

Thank you, my lord. Thank you.

My lord, if I may.

I've heard Meereen has become a free city.

You might run into trouble if you try to fight slaves in the fighting pits.

Now, if you were to fight freed men who'd be paid a wage--

There's your wages, funny man.

Should last the rest of your life.

Malko: These are warrior hands, not a serving girl's.

5, going once...

(giggles)

How long before the King of Meereen comes to claim my pillow?

Don't be ridiculous.

My marriage to Hizdahr is political.

I think he's smart enough to understand that.

I think the Sons of the Harpy have stopped killing because their leader was made king.

Are you jealous?

You think I'm petty enough to speak ill of a man just because he represents competition?

(laughs)

You're right.

My motivations are entirely impure.

Doesn't make me wrong.

You told me yourself I can't fight enemies within and without.

So when enemies without come knocking, I need the city of Meereen behind me.

I have no choice.

Everyone has a choice.

Even slaves have a choice-- death or slavery.

So what else can I do, hmm?

Marry me instead.

Even if I wanted to do such an inadvisable thing, I couldn't.

Why not?

You are queen. You can do what you like.

No, I can't.

Then you are the only person in Meereen who's not free.

And I know I'm here to serve my queen and not give advice, but can I make one more suggestion?

Of course.

On the day of the great games, gather all the Great Masters and Wise Masters and Worthy Masters you can find and slaughter them all.

I am a queen, not a butcher.

All rulers are either butchers or meat.

You there. Where would I find the High Septon or High Sparrow or whatever bloody fool name he's got?

It's not as good a name as Queen of Thorns, I'll admit.

You should have the decency to stand when you speak to a lady.

You should have the decency to kneel before the gods.

Don't spar with me, little fellow.

(groans)

For me, it's the knees.

Hips.

A man of the people. Is that your game?

It's an old game. Dull and unconvincing.

A man of the people who does Cersei's dirty work for her.

The people always do the dirty work.

Spare me the homilies. I can smell a fraud from a mile away.

Useful talent.

I'm here for my grandson and granddaughter.

Your grandson and granddaughter swore sacred vows and lied.

The Father judges us all.

Sons of high lords, sons of fishermen.

If you break his laws, you will be punished.

Don't you walk away from me.

You don't give commands here, Lady Olenna.

What is it you want?

Gold?

I'll make you the richest septon who ever lived.

(chuckles)

What, then?

I imagine this is strange for you.

Everyone you meet has a hidden motive and you pride yourself on sniffing it out.

But I'm telling you a simple truth.

I serve the gods.

The gods demand justice.

How do they communicate their demands?

By raven or horse?

By the holy text, "The Seven-Pointed Star."

If you don't have one in your library,

I'll give you my own.

I've read "The Seven-Pointed Star."

Then you'll remember the passages concerning buggery and perjury.

Your grandchildren will be punished in the same manner as anyone who breaks the sacred laws.

Half the men, women, and children in this foul city break the sacred laws.

You live among murderers, thieves, and rapists, and yet you punish Loras for shagging some perfumed ponce and Margaery for defending her brother?

Yes. The gods' laws must be applied to all equally.

If it's equality you want, so be it.

When House Tyrell stops sending our crops to the capital, everyone here will starve.

And I'll make sure the hungry know who's to blame.

(chuckles)

Have you ever sowed the field, Lady Olenna?

Have you ever reaped the grain?

Has anyone in House Tyrell?

A lifetime of wealth and power has left you blind in one eye.

You are the few, we are the many.

And when the many stop fearing the few...

(dog barking)

Lady Olenna.

Cersei: Starving yourself won't make things any better for her, my love.

She's in a prison cell and there is nothing I can do.

I am the king!

The queen is in prison and there is nothing I can do!

No matter who you are, no matter how strong you are, sooner or later, you'll face circumstances beyond your control.

Events you couldn't possibly have anticipated or prevented even if you had.

You cannot blame yourself for fate.

Your father, your brother, your grandfather--

I was Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and what could I do?

Hold them as they left this world.

Kissed their heads after they'd gone.

I'll call in the army.

I'll take back the sept and kill every last one of them.

I'll start a war if I have to.

You know as well as I do who the first casualty of that war would be.

I love her.

I love her... and I can't help her.

We must be strong for those we love.

We cannot give in to despair.

I will speak with the High Sparrow.

There must be something he--

Let me talk to him on your behalf.

The king cannot sully himself negotiating with an unwashed fanatic.

You will try to help her?

I'll do everything I can to win her freedom and her brother's.

Your happiness is all I want in this world.

I know.

No, you don't.

You can't possibly.

Not until you have children of your own.

I would do anything for you.

Anything to keep you from harm.

I would burn cities to the ground.

You are all that matters.

You and your sister.

From the moment you came into this world.

My boy.

My only boy.

(door opens)

Prince Doran hopes this satisfies your concerns about the princess's well-being.

You looked different when I left.

You had more hair.

And more hands.

How's Trystane?

He'll be all right.

I'm sorry for that.

It wasn't supposed to happen that way.

Why is it happening at all?

Your mother's worried about you.

Threats have been made.

Dorne's too dangerous for you.

I've come to take you home.

This is my home.

This has been my home for years.

I didn't want to come here, but she told me to.

I did what she said.

I did my duty and now she's forcing me to go back?

It's for your own good. These are complicated matters.

No, it's not complicated at all. It's simple.

I love Trystane, I'm going to marry him, and we're staying right here.

I don't understand.

Of course you don't.

You don't know me.

Bronn: ♪ Brothers, O brothers, my days here are done ♪
♪ The Dornishman's taken my life ♪
♪ But what does it matter ♪
♪ For all men must die ♪
♪ And I've tasted the Dornishman's wife ♪
♪ I have, I've tasted the Dornishman's wife. ♪

(clapping)

He's got a good voice.

We're lucky he's a singer.

If he were a fighter, we might have been in trouble.

It's against my code to hurt a woman.

It's amazing how many men we beat seem to have this code.

I wouldn't say you beat me.

How's your arm?

Wonderful.

Wouldn't feel right to leave Dorne without a new scar.

(scoffs) You think you're leaving Dorne?

No great hurry.

Dornish women are the most beautiful women in the world.

Thank you.

I said Dornish women. I didn't say you.

I'm not the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?

Bronn: I've seen quite a few women in all the Seven Kingdoms.

Name one more beautiful than I am.

Well, now, in King's Landing,

there was an absolutely gorgeous...

There was a what?

In King's Landing, you were saying?

Was I?

There was a woman more beautiful than I am.

Was there?

My memory's not what it was earlier.

How's your arm now?

You seem concerned with it.

You must really like me.

(laughs)

And how about your head?

My head?

My head?

You don't even want to know what's going on in--

(breathing heavily)

Your nose is bleeding.

It's nothing. It's the dry air.

My dagger was coated with a special ointment from Asshai.

They call it the Long Farewell.

It takes time to work, but if a single drop makes contact with the skin, death.

The only antidote.

Who's the most beautiful woman in the world?

(quietly) You.

Sorry? Who?

Don't drop it.

(gasping)

I think you're very handsome as well.

I'm sorry about the locale.

No, you're not.

It felt like the safest place.

Not for your clientele, clearly.

It was an establishment like no other.

The sheer range of appetites catered to.

Desires that didn't even exist until we invented them.

You've always been rather impressed with yourself, haven't you?

The past is the past.

The future is all that's worth discussing.

The future of House Tyrell.

Don't pretend to have any concern for my house, my grandchildren or me.

I should have known you'd return to the capital as soon as things started to go wrong.

I promise you--

I promise you, Lord Baelish, that our fates are joined.

Together we murdered a king.

If my house should fall, I will have nothing to hide.

And if I should meet with some accident here at your broken little flesh market, they'll never even find what's left of you.

So... do you deny a part in all this?

Cersei summoned me to King's Landing.

I dared not refuse her.

And what did she want?

A piece of information she knew that I had.

Neither silence nor lies were an option.

But I have other information of which she is unaware.

And as you say, our interests are aligned.

I have a gift for you.

What kind of gift?

The same kind I gave Cersei.

A handsome young man.

Yezzan: Many worthy fighters have died trying to make it to the great games.

When most of you worthless scum join them in death this afternoon, it will represent a significant rise in your station.

But if you do happen to triumph here,

you will fight at the Great Pit of Daznak itself in front of the queen.

So whatever happens, the gods have smiled upon you today.

This is the day your lives actually start to mean something.

You and you. You.

You two.

You, you, and you.

Valar morghulis. - Men: Valar dohaeris.

Prepare yourselves.

Sitting through the great games will be bad enough.

For generations in the days leading up to the great games, it has been customary for our ruler to make the rounds of the lower pits to pay the fighters there the honor of her presence.

(applause, cheering) - Move yourselves.

Your Grace.

Your future Grace.

You honor us all.

Stand there.

Stand straight. That's the f*cking queen.

(softly) We fight and die for your glory, O glorious queen.

All: We fight and die for your glory,

O glorious queen.

(crowd shouting)

Man: Fight! - (metal clanging)

(men shouting, grunting)

(applause, cheering)

(screams)

(shouting)

I think I've seen enough.

Your Grace, it is a tradition for the queen to stay until the victor has emerged.

I've sacrificed more than enough for your traditions.

What are you doing?

Wait your turn, you piece of f*cking filth.

(grunts)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

(screams)

(grunting)

(applause)

(applause, cheering)

Get him out of my sight.

Khaleesi, please.

I just need a moment of your time.

I brought you a gift.

Tyrion: It's true.

He has.

Who are you?

I am the gift.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace.

My name is Tyrion Lannister.

(coughs)

(door closes, locks)

Cersei: This is horrible.

Unacceptable.

Are they feeding you enough at least?

I brought you this. Venison.

It's quite good.

I had it myself for supper only last night.

We did everything we could from the moment they took your brother.

Tommen even went to the sept himself to confront the High Sparrow.

But I fear the Faith has left reason behind.

I know you did this.

We are making every effort on your behalf.

I swear to you by all the seven gods.

Lies come easily to you.

Everyone knows that.

But innocence, decency, concern, you're not very good at those, I'm afraid.

Perhaps that's why your son was so eager to cast you aside for me.

You're upset.

You're not thinking clearly.

I'll visit again when you've had a chance to calm down.

I don't want to see you again.

I do hope you change your mind about that.

I've been told men often go mad in the Black Cells beneath the Red Keep.

Though I suppose your isolation will end when your trial begins.

Leave.

I'm afraid I must.

My son needs me now more than ever.

Get out, you hateful bitch!

(knocks on door)

(door opens)

Sleep well, sister.

(sighs)

(lock clicks)

Thank you, Boake.

You saw her?

Her accommodations seem sufficient.

What happens to her now?

Well, she and her brother are both being held under fair suspicion.

A trial will be held for each of them to determine if they're guilty of any acts that might constitute a violation of the tenets of the faith.

Who will stand judge?

Seven septons as it was in all trials before the Targaryens.

Will you be one of them?

I will.

If one or both of them were to confess before the trial...

Then they will be shown the Mother's mercy.

And what does the Mother's mercy entail?

It depends upon the situation.

The acts themselves, the degree of contrition.

Thank you, High Septon, for bringing them whatever justice they deserve in the eyes of the Seven.

Did you know this chapel is one of the oldest structures in King's Landing?

I think I may have heard at one point.

Baelor built his sept around it.

But men worshipped here long before him.

Who carved this altar?

Do you know?

I'm afraid I don't.

No one does.

There's no name on it or anywhere else in the chapel.

No, the people who built this place didn't inflict their vanity on those who came after them the way Baelor did with that great gilded monstrosity up there.

Their faith was clean.

Strip away the gold and the ornaments, knock down the statues and the pillars, and this is what remains.

Something simple... and solid and true.

The Tyrells' finery will be stripped away.

Their lies knocked down.

Their true hearts laid bare for all to see.

And so it will be for all of us.

High and low alike.

What will we find when we strip away your finery?

A young man came to us not long ago.

Broken in body and spirit.

He had so much to strip away.

So much weighing him down.

But piece by piece, he unburdened himself.

Let go of vanity, pride, sin.

Now his soul is so light, he will float through the Seven Heavens like a bird.

And he has much to say about you.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Move.

Let me go immediately.

You will order her to let me go.

I am the queen! I am the queen!

Have you lost your mind?

Let me go!

Get your filthy hands off me!

Have you lost your mind?

I am the queen! Let me go!

Look at me.

Look at my face.

It's the last thing you'll see before you die.

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My son, Jorah, fled Westeros.

He brought dishonor to our house.

I need to turn this bunch of thieves and runaways into men of the Night's Watch.

And how's that going, Commander Mormont?

I shall have your head!

You're taking us through Valyria.

The Doom still rules Valyria.

Stone Men!

Did any of them touch you?

The Eyrie is mine.

The last time the Lords of the Eyrie formed an alliance with the Lords of the North, they brought down the greatest dynasty this world has ever known.

Cersei sent for me.

I expect I'll be a married woman by the time you return.

I hope I can make her happy.

She's suffered enough.

I'll never hurt her!

All sinners are equal before the Gods.

What would you say if I told you of a great sinner in our very midst?

May the Father judge him justly.

Who do you think you are?

Justice.

Your brother was murdered, while you sit here, doing nothing.

The Sand Snakes are with me.

Without Doran we have no army to march against the Lannisters.

Queen Cersei loves her children.

And we have one of them.

We're rescuing my niece, bringing her back to her family.

You ever been to Dorne?

The Dornish are crazy.

If he gets to her before we do, we lose our only chance for revenge.

Here we serve the Many-Faced God.

To serve well, a girl must become no-one.

What do we do with them after we wash them?

(theme music playing)

(latch clanks)

What are they doing with the bodies?

Get back to work.

No. I've been here for weeks.

I'm not scrubbing one more corpse until you tell me why I'm doing it.

You will know why.

When?

When it's time, not before.

Get back to work.

When do I get to play the game?

Game?

The game. The Game of Faces.

You tried already. You failed.

I didn't even know I was playing.

Who are you?

No one.

Get back to work.

Who are you?

What are you doing here? How did you get here?

I'm from Westeros just like you.

Daughter of a lord just like you.

Except I was an only child.

Heir to his fortune.

My mother died.

My father remarried and his new wife gave birth to a girl.

My stepmother didn't want any rivals for her precious daughter, so she tried to kill me with poison.

I found out.

Sought help from the Faceless Men.

And my father was widowed again.

I've been serving them ever since.

Was that true or a lie?

What?

Did you believe every word I said?

(footsteps approaching)

Get back to work.

Jaqen: Who are you?

Who are you?

Arya.

And where did you come from?

Westeros.

My family home is Winterfell.

I'm the youngest daughter of a great lord, Eddard Stark.

He died in battle.

A lie.

After he was executed, I fled the capital.

Had to kill a stable boy.

Drove my sword through his back.

(gasps)

A lie.

I stabbed him in the gut.

I tried to find my mother and brother, but I never did.

They were murdered by Walder Frey.

An outlaw kidnapped me, a man called Polliver.

(winces)

A man called the Hound. Sandor Clegane.

He tried to sell me, but was wounded in a fight.

He begged me to kill him, but I wouldn't.

I left him in the mountains to die.

I wanted him to suffer. I hated him.

I hated him.

That's not a lie!

A girl lies to me, to the Many-Faced God, to herself.

Does she truly want to be no one?

(whimpers)

I'm not playing this stupid game anymore!

We never stop playing.

So, those villages we were supposed to find?

We can't live on berries and roots.

I can.

You're not hungry?

Of course I'm hungry.

You're an awful travelling companion, do you know that?

Possibly the least charming man I've ever met.

I'm not your travelling companion.

We are travelling together in each other's company, therefore--

Do you ever shut up?

I sailed from King's Landing to Pentos in a crate without ever saying a word.

It never occurred to you to ask why until now?

You never wondered why Tyrion Lannister decided to visit a brothel in Volantis?

I'm sure you visited many brothels in many cities.

I killed my father.

He wanted to execute me for a crime I didn't commit.

And he was f*cking the woman I loved.

As miserable as you are, Mormont, at least your father was a good man.

What do you know about my father?

I met him. I visited the Wall.

When I asked him about his men, he knew all their stories, every one of them.

He actually cared about the people under his command.

How do they put it in the Watch?

"We shall never see his like again."

Oh, you didn't know.

I'm sorry. I am.

I only know what I heard.

He was leading an expedition beyond the Wall.

There was a mutiny.

He was murdered by his own men.

We better keep moving.

Valar morghulis.

Valar dohaeris.

I have nowhere else to go.

I've taken her to every healer in Braavos.

I've spent every penny I had.

(labored breathing)

She suffers every day of her life.

I just want it to end.

It hurts.

I know.

Don't be afraid.

I used to be like you.

I was sick.

I was dying.

But my father never gave up on me.

He loved me more than anything in the world, just like your father loves you.

So he brought me here.

My father prayed to the Many-Faced God.

And I drank the water from his fountain.

It healed me.

(bowl scrapes)

I've devoted my life to him now.

You don't want to hurt anymore?

Drink.

Jaqen: Is a girl ready?

To give up her ears, her nose, her tongue?

Her hopes and dreams, her loves and hates?

All that makes a girl who she is?

Forever?

A girl is not ready to become no one.

But she is ready to become someone else.

Why Daenerys? Why is she worth all this?

As I recall, the Mormonts fought against the Targaryens during Robert's Rebellion.

Do you believe in anything?

I believe in lots of things.

In something greater than ourselves, I mean.

The gods, destiny.

Do you believe there's a plan for this world?

Neither did I.

I was a cynic just like you.

Then I saw a girl step into a great fire with three stone eggs.

When the fire burned out, I thought I'd find her blackened bones.

Instead, I saw her, Daenerys, alive and unhurt, holding her baby dragons.

Have you ever heard baby dragons singing?

It's hard to be a cynic after that.

Doesn't mean she's going to be a great queen.

No, it doesn't.

The Targaryens are famously insane.

What if she conquers the world? Then what?

1,000 years of peace and prosperity?

First we have to conquer the world.

All right, let's assume your dreams come true.

She's ecstatic when you bring her this enemy dwarf.

She hacks off my head and restores your position.

You command her army, sail to Westeros, defeat all your enemies and watch her climb those steps and sit on the Iron Throne.

Hurrah. Long live the queen. Then what?

Then she rules.

So a woman who has not spent a single day of her adult life in Westeros becomes the ruler of Westeros? That's justice?

She's the rightful heir.

Because her father, who burned living men for amusement, was the king?

That's a slave ship.

Why are they anchored?

They probably came ashore for--

(swords scraping)

Man: Water.

(grunts)

(man laughs)

Got a lot of fight in you, huh?

(grunts)

(chuckles)

Salt mines?

Yeah, that or a galley slave.

He looks strong enough.

What about the dwarf?

Worthless.

Cut his throat.

Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait! Let's discuss this.

And then chop off his cock.

We'll sell it for a fortune.

A dwarf's cock has magic powers.

Wait! Wait!

Wait, wait, wait!

You can't just hand a dry cock to a merchant and expect him to pay for it.

He has to know it came from a dwarf.

And how could he know unless he sees the dwarf?

It will be a dwarf-sized cock.

Guess again.

The dwarf lives until we find a cock merchant.

(exhales)

Queen Daenerys has outlawed slavery.

We're bound for Volantis, not Slaver's Bay.

Besides, she reopened the fighting pits.

I've never heard of free men fighting in the pits.

Tyrion: The fighting pits in Meereen?

You're in luck, then. You're about to be rich.

You are looking at one of the great warriors in the Seven Kingdoms.

(laughs)

Him? He's got to be 60 years old.

Sure, he's a bit long in the tooth, a bit withered, been in the sun too long.

We can all see that. But he is a veteran of 100 battles.

They wrote songs about him.

That true?

He won the tournament at Lannisport.

Unseating Ser Jaime Lannister himself.

(laughs)

The Kingslayer.

Jousting. You're talking about jousting.

A fancy game for fancy lads.

The men who fight in the pits of Meereen will swallow him whole.

I killed a Dothraki bloodrider in single combat.

Liar.

It's no lie. His name was Qotho.

He was bloodrider to Khal Drogo.

Take me to Slaver's Bay, put a sword in my hand, I'll prove my worth.

(laughing)

(seagulls screeching)

(bell ringing)

For my children. Money.

Lord Baelish.

Lancel Lannister.

Brother Lancel.

We abandon our family names.

Quite a family to abandon.

The city has changed since you were here last.

We flooded the gutters with wine, smashed the false idols, and set the godless on the run.

Well done.

I'm here on urgent business for the Queen Mother.

Should I send word that I'll be delayed?

Step carefully, Lord Baelish.

You'll find there's little tolerance for flesh peddlers in the new King's Landing.

We both peddle fantasies, Brother Lancel.

Mine just happen to be entertaining.

Do you think it's wise, Your Grace, arresting the heir to Highgarden?

The Faith arrested the heir to Highgarden.

Of course, and the Faith were armed on your orders.

The king's orders.

Is the king to blame for Ser Loras's perversion?

House Tyrell won't tolerate this insult.

House Tyrell won't tolerate it?

I'm the insulted party, Lord Baelish.

Ser Loras was promised to me.

Instead he chose the company of boys.

One's choice of companion is a curious thing.

Most curious.

Lysa Arryn, for instance.

Thoroughly repellant woman.

Forgive me.

I know you're still in mourning.

Lysa was a good woman.

A kind woman.

She was neither of those things. We both know it.

Still, I pity her son.

How fortunate the young Lord of the Vale has a new father to counsel him.

I know how hard it can be to lose both your parents at such a young age.

If war comes to Westeros, will the Knights of the Vale fight for their king?

Young Lord Robin heeds my advice.

And I have always counseled loyalty to the throne.

Good.

If there's nothing else.

There is another matter, Your Grace.

Something so urgent I couldn't trust the words to a raven.

You once charged me with finding Arya Stark.

To my shame, I failed you.

But I have found Sansa Stark.

Alive and well and home again living at Winterfell.

That's not possible.

My sources are well placed.

They tell me Roose Bolton plans to marry her to his son Ramsay, a b*st*rd recently legitimized by King Tommen.

Roose Bolton is Warden of the North by the grace of my father.

Indeed, his reward for stabbing his own king in the heart.

We were fools to trust a turncloak.

Marrying his son to the last of the Starks gives him more legitimacy in the North than an alliance with a hated southern house.

I will skin him and his b*st*rd like that wretch on their bloody sigil.

I would counsel patience, Your Grace.

Patience?

Sansa helped murder my son.

Roose Bolton is a traitor.

Stannis Baratheon is also a traitor, marching with his army on Winterfell.

Let Stannis and Roose battle.

Let the enemies of the throne slaughter each other.

And when they're done, seize Winterfell from whichever thief survives.

Winterfell is 1,000 miles away from here.

The weather has already begun to turn.

That is why it is critical to strike soon while the victor still licks his wounds.

Surely your Uncle Kevan could muster a force.

My Uncle Kevan has all the courage of a kitchen mouse.

Ser Jaime, then.

Jaime's away on a sensitive diplomatic mission.

I have no idea when he'll be back.

Perhaps I can help.

The Knights of the Vale are some of the best fighters in Westeros, trained to battle in the ice and the snow.

Forgive me, Lord Baelish, you have a reputation as a moneylender and a brothel keeper, not a military man.

You wouldn't risk a single Lannister soldier or a single coin from the royal treasury.

What do you have to lose?

A brothel keeper?

And if you succeed?

Name me Warden of the North.

I'll speak to the king this evening, have him issue a royal decree.

I'll not rest until the lion flies over Winterfell.

And I'll know you're a man of your word when I see Sansa Stark's head on a spike.

As I said...

I live to serve.

I'm going to ask him tomorrow.

What if he says no?

He won't.

We've waited long enough.

I want you to be my wife.

What is it?

Do you want to marry me because our families arranged it?

Or do you--

We can't. Not yet.

Why not?

You know why not. Someone will see.

You are going to be my wife.

I am going to be your husband.

We're allowed to walk through the gardens together.

How many other girls have you walked through these gardens?

I like the way your eyes go squinty when you're jealous.

They do not go squinty and you didn't answer the question.

Doran: They make a lovely couple.

A Lannister and a Martell.

They have no idea how dangerous that is.

We must protect them.

Yes, my prince.

You haven't had to use that axe of yours in a long time.

I hope you remember how.

I remember how.

Bronn: ♪ The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun ♪

♪ And her kisses were warmer than spring ♪
♪ The Dornishman's blade ♪
♪ It was made of black steel ♪
♪ And its kiss was a terrible thing ♪
♪ The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed ♪
♪ In a voice that was sweet as a peach-- ♪

All right, that's enough.

I'm coming to the best part.

We're trying to blend in.

Don't want everyone in Dorne to hear your accent.

This song really is all about the ending.

It can wait. There.

That's the Water Gardens.

Bronn: And once we've got the princess, then what?

(sighs)

I like to improvise.

That explains the golden hand.

Ellaria: Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.

For Oberyn.

All: For Oberyn.

Well, she's made herself at home.

Myrcella.

Uncle Jaime?

I don't understand. What are you doing here?

Let's speak in private.

I am Trystane Martell.

Trystane is my intended.

Excellent. Good to meet you.

We weren't expecting you, Lord Jaime.

Why don't you let them have some time alone, son?

Let's not do something stupid.

(grunts)

(shrieks)

That was something stupid.

We have to go, Myrcella, now.

You hurt him!

He'll be fine, I promise.

But we have to--

(grunts)

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

(shouting)

(whip cracks)

Take her!

You're coming with me.

I don't want to.

I wasn't asking, princess.

(screams)

Drop your weapons!

Obara: I am Obara Sand.

Daughter of Oberyn Martell.

I fight for Dorne. Who do you fight for?

Drop your weapons.

When you were whole, it would have been a good fight.

(sword clatters)

You fight pretty good for a little girl.

(shouting)

(horses neighing)

(seagulls screeching)

Halt!

Oh, you can smell the sh1t from five miles away.

Well, why have we stopped? Go on.

(horses neighing)

Rumors and gossip, that's all they've got.

It's theater, nothing more.

If they arrested all the pillow biters in King's Landing, there'd be no room left in the dungeons for anyone else.

Everyone knew about him and Renly.

Renly Baratheon shagged half the stable boys in the Seven Kingdoms.

Everyone knew, no one cared.

But he was the king's brother.

And Loras is the queen's brother.

No, no, no, no. This is unacceptable.

Cersei's behind it.

Yeah, of course she is.

She wants to drag our name through the dirt, put us in our place.

Get some rest, dear. You look appalling.

Let me deal with Cersei Lannister.

(tapping)

Your Grace, I have travelled a long way.

You must be exhausted.

Put the pen down, dear. We both know you're not writing anything.

Ah, yes. The famously tart-tongued Queen of Thorns.

And the famous tart Queen Cersei.

I beg your pardon?

I know you're behind this absurd incarceration of my grandson.

If you apologize for that comment, perhaps I'll--

You'll get your apology when I get Loras.

I was as shocked as anyone when the Faith arrested Ser Loras.

I have no love for these fanatics, but what can a Queen Mother do?

Has the crown suddenly stopped needing the troops, gold, and wheat my house supplies?

I can assure you, our alliance with House Tyrell remains--

Do you expect the alliance to continue after you've thrown our future into prison?

As I said, I didn't imprison anyone.

As for your veiled threats--

What veil?

(sighs)

The Lannister-Tyrell alliance brought peace to a war-torn country.

Do you really want to see the Seven Kingdoms slide back into warfare?

I didn't trust your father.

I didn't particularly like him.

But I respected him. He was no fool.

He understood that sometimes we must work with our rivals rather than destroy them.

House Lannister has no rival.

The High Septon has called for an inquest, not a trial.

Just a small hearing to determine whether the charges against Loras have merit, which I'm sure they don't.

Loras will be freed, our happy alliance will continue... and we'll forget this unfortunate conversation ever happened.

Good day, Lady Olenna.

(door opens, closes)

You are aware of the rumors concerning you and Renly?

I don't pay attention to rumors.

You were said to be despondent when he died.

Witnesses state that you refused to leave his bedside even as Stannis's army closed in.

He was my friend. He was my king.

Wasn't Joffrey your king?

He was anointed by the Seven, not Renly.

I was wrong to support Renly's claim, I know that.

But I was forgiven by Joffrey.

I fought for him at the Battle of Blackwater.

Yes, wearing Renly's armor.

Why does it matter what I wore?

Do you deny all the charges against you?

Fornication.

Buggery. Blasphemy.

Of course I deny them.

You never lay with Renly Baratheon?

Never.

Nor any other man?

Never.

That will be all, Ser Loras.

Well, I think that's quite enough of that.

The Faith calls Queen Margaery forward.

You call me forward?

Yes, we have some questions for you.

I am the queen.

You are.

And according to the law of the Seven, neither kings nor queens are exempt from testimony at a holy inquest.

How do you respond to these charges against your brother?

They are lies.

All of them?

All of them.

High Sparrow: Queen Margaery, in the presence of the gods, do you swear that your brother is innocent of these charges against him to the best of your knowledge?

Yes, I swear it.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Do you know this man?

Yes, very well.

He is Ser Loras Tyrell, heir to Highgarden.

How did you come to meet?

Olyvar: I squired for him.

He took a liking to me.

He summoned me to his chamber the first day we met.

And what occurred in his chamber?

We engaged in intimate relations.

You lay with him?

That night and many others.

Liar. He's a liar.

Is there anyone else who can support your claim?

Yes, Queen Margaery.

She walked in on us once not long ago.

She didn't seem surprised.

This testimony is an insult to a great house.

Why should the Faith or anyone else take the word of a squire over the heir to Highgarden?

Olyvar: He has a birthmark, Your Grace.

Quite high on his thigh.

Wine-colored and roughly the shape of Dorne.

No! Liar!

(grunting)

What are you doing? Let us pass.

The Faith is satisfied there is enough evidence to bring a formal trial for Ser Loras and Queen Margaery.

What?

Bearing false witness before the gods is as grave a sin as any, my lady.

Take her.

Margaery: No. Tommen.

Tommen!

You can't do this. I am the queen.

Tommen! Tommen!

I am your queen. How dare you?

Take your hands off me!

(shouting) Tommen!

(knocks on door)

(wind whistling)

What do you want?

Lord Ramsay sent me to draw you a bath, my lady.

You want to be clean and fresh for your new husband, don't you?

You're so beautiful, but you need to keep him happy.

Ramsay gets bored easily.

You don't want to end up like-- well, like the others.

What others?

Myranda: I shouldn't gossip.

Oh, it's good to see the red again.

No point hiding anymore.

What others?

Let's see, there was Kyra the blacksmith's daughter.

She was tall like you, lovely figure.

But she talked and talked and talked and Ramsay grew tired of that.

Then there was Violet.

She had gorgeous blonde hair.

But she got pregnant.

And, well, that was boring.

Then Tansy.

Such a sweet girl.

Of course, sweet girls get a bit dull after a while, don't they?

Ramsay let me come with him on that hunt.

Hunt?

Have you ever seen a body after the dogs have been at it?

Not so pretty.

But, well, it's your wedding day.

Why am I talking about such things?

What was your name again?

Myranda.

And how long have yo loved him, Myranda?

Did you imagine that he would be with you forever, is that it?

And I came along and ruined it.

I'm Sansa Stark of Winterfell.

This is my home and you can't frighten me.

Are you done with your bath, my lady?

Go. I can finish on my own.

(knocks on door)

I've come to escort you to the godswood, my lady.

If you please, my lady, will you take my arm?

Lord Ramsay, he said I'm to take your arm.

I'm not touching you.

Please.

He'll punish me.

You think I care what he does to you?

Who comes before the old gods this night?

Theon: Sansa of the House Stark comes here to be wed.

A woman grown, trueborn and noble.

She comes to beg the blessings of the gods.

Who comes to claim her?

Ramsay of House Bolton.

Heir to the Dreadfort and Winterfell.

Who gives her?

Theon of House Greyjoy, who was-- who was her father's ward.

Lady Sansa, will you take this man?

I take this man.

Are you pleased, my lady?

Good. I want you to be happy.

(sighs)

My father said you're still a virgin.

Uh, yes.

Why are you still a virgin?

Afraid of dwarves?

Lord-- Lord Tyrion was kind.

He was gentle. He never touched me.

You're not lying to me?

No, my lord.

Lying to your husband on his wedding night, that would be a bad way to start a marriage.

We're man and wife now.

We should be honest with each other.

Don't you think?

Good.

Take off your clothes.

Oh, no, no, no.

You stay here, Reek.

You watch.

Do I need to ask a second time?

I hate asking a second time.

Reek...

I told you to watch.

You've known Sansa since she was a girl.

Now watch her become a woman.

(gasps)

(clothes ripping)

(whimpering)

(breathing quickly)

(belt buckle clinking)

(Ramsay grunting)

(Sansa groaning)

(Sansa crying)

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When I have refused the throne, Aerys reigned, whom they called the Mad King.

You're Aemon Targaryen.

What happened to your face?

Greyscale.

Everyone advised me to send you to the ruins of Valyria, to live out your short life with the Stonemen.

Two of my sisters had it. They were covered with it. The acted like animals.

Hide! Hide!

Put him in chains.

You want me alive so you can torture me.

Sansa Stark?

I saw her riding on the East Road with Littlefinger. We'll follow them.

May I introduce my son, Ramsay Bolton.

My Lady.

Welcome home, Lady Stark. The North remembers.

You let a halfwit escape through the crypt.

And Rickon too, the little one.

I told you what would happen if you serve me loyally.

And what would happen if you did not.

Who are you?

Your captor.

You said you're taking me to the queen.

I meant Daenerys Targaryen.

You're the Mother of Dragons. Show your strength.

No one's seen Drogon in weeks. For all I know, he's flown half way across the world.

The Wise Masters ask for the reopening of the fighting pits.

Where slaves fought slaves to the death?

Opening them would show the people of Meereen that you respect their traditions.

Traditions are the only thing that will hold this city together.

(theme music playing)

I'm so sorry, my queen.

He was a good man.

"Barristan the Bold" they called him.

He crossed a continent to serve me.

He was a loyal friend.

And he died in an alley, butchered by cowards who hide behind masks.

We could pull back to the pyramid district,

secure it, and use it as a base from which to operate.

Then we clean the city out,

neighborhood by neighborhood, street by street, until the rats have nowhere left to hide.

I prefer your earlier suggestion.

Round up the leaders of each of Meereen's great families and bring them to me.

But I'm the leader of my family.

No, Your Grace!

I had nothing to do with this.

Your Grace!

(chains rattling)

(dragons snarling)

(chains rattling)

(whimpering)

(men whimpering)

(dragons growling)

(praying quietly)

(Dragon snarling)

(cries out)

(chains rattling)

(screaming)

Don't want to overfeed them.

Tomorrow perhaps.

(dragon screeching)

(men whimpering)

(roaring)

"And though Daenerys maintains her grip on Slaver's Bay, forces rise against her from within and without.

She refuses to leave until the freedom of the former slaves is secure."

She sounds like quite a woman.

And she's alone, under siege, no family to guide her or protect her.

Her last relation thousands of miles away, useless, dying.

Don't say that, Maester Aemon.

A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.

Maester Aemon.

Lord Commander.

Sam, I'd like to speak to the maester alone.

How are you feeling?

Oh, like a hundred-year-old man slowly freezing to death.

I need your advice.

There's something I want to do, something I... have to do.

But it'll divide the Night's Watch.

Bitterly.

Half the men will hate me the moment I give the order.

Half the men hate you already, Lord Commander.

Do it.

But you don't know what it is.

That doesn't matter.

You do.

You will find little joy in your command.

But with luck, you will find the strength to do what needs to be done.

Kill the boy, Jon Snow.

Winter is almost upon us.

Kill the boy and let the man be born.

Where are the rest of the free folk now?

Where have they gone?

Who leads them?

They followed Mance.

They won't follow anyone else.

What about you?

Hard to lead when you're in chains.

What if I unchained you?

Why would you do that?

Because you are not my enemy.

And I'm not yours.

You sure seemed like my enemy when you were killing my friends.

For 8,000 years the Night's Watch have sworn an oath to be the shield that guards the realms of men.

And for 8,000 years we've fallen short of that oath.

You belong to the realms of men.

All of you.

And now everything is going to change?

It is.

Why now?

Because now I am Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

What would you have me do, Lord Commander?

I'd have you go north of the Wall.

Gather the remaining free folk wherever they are and bring them back here.

I'll open the gates for them and let them through.

I'll find them lands to settle south of the Wall.

They won't kneel for you and neither will I.

I don't want them to kneel for me.

I want them to fight with me when the time comes.

The day I ask my people to fight with the crows is the day my people cut my guts from my belly and make me eat them.

And how many of your people can't fight?

The women, the children, the old, the sick-- what happens to them?

You're condemning them to death.

Worse than death because you're too proud to make peace.

Or maybe you're not proud.

Maybe you're just a coward.

Easy thing to say to a man in chains.

Your people need a leader.

And they need to get south of the Wall before it's too late.

We don't have much time and they have less.

The walkers are coming and they'll hit your people first.

I'm not asking you to make peace to save your skin.

Make peace to save your people.

Most of them are at Hardhome.

You know where that is?

Up on Storrold's Point.

I can give you 10 horses and nine other men.

You can get there in a week.

We'll need ships.

I'll talk to King Stannis about lending you his fleet.

All right, then.

You're coming with me.

You're the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

They need to hear it from you.

They need to know the ships they are boarding wot be torched in the middle of the sea.

You come with me or I don't go.

(men shouting)

(shouting continues)

You'd bring wildlings here through our gates?

Men, women, and children will die by the thousands if we do nothing.

Let them die. We got our own to worry about.

Less enemies for us.

(Cheering)

Fewer.

What?

Nothing.

Look, well, there is good farmland in the Gift.

(men laughing)

Land that no one uses now.

A dozen abandoned villages.

And why do you think the farmers abandoned those villages?

Because the wildlings raided them for years.

Cut them down!

Just like they did this boy's people.

Men: Aye!

Alliser: We've been fighting them for thousands of years.

They've slaughtered villages.

They've slaughtered our brothers.

And we've slaughtered theirs.

I will follow you anywhere, you know that.

But they killed Grenn.

Men: Yes.

And they killed Pyp.

Men: Aye.

They killed 50 of our brothers.

I can't forget that.

I can't forgive it.

You were at the Fist of the First Men.

If we abandon them, you know what they become.

We can learn to live with the wildlings or we can add them to the army of the dead.

Whatever they are now, they're better than that.

(all arguing)

(pounding at door)

Thank you.

Olly.

If you have something you want to say to me, say it.

It's all right.

You don't mean it, do you?

Telling the wildlings you want to make peace.

You're just doing it to trick them.

It's not a trick.

They burned my village.

They put an arrow through my father's head right in front of me.

They butchered my mother, everyone I ever knew.

I know what it's like to lose the people you love.

I know this is hard for you.

But winter is coming.

We know what's coming with it.

We can't face it alone.

Will there be anything else you need, Lord Commander?

(sighs)

(horse neighs)

(People chatting)

(bird screeching)

(door opens)

(door closes)

She's far away from the Lannisters.

This is her home.

Maybe Lady Sansa is better off here.

Better off with the Boltons who murdered her mother and brother?

Sansa's in danger even if she doesn't realize it.

(door opens)

Thank you.

You've lived here a long time?

Did you know Lord Eddard?

I knew him and his father before him.

The Starks are gone now.

Not all of them.

I know who's inside that castle.

Everyone knows.

The Boltons.

I'm not talking about the Boltons.

I need to get a message to her.

To Sansa Stark.

Who are you?

Someone who swore to keep her safe.

Swore to who?

Her mother.

Her mother's dead.

That doesn't release me from an oath.

I served Lady Catelyn.

I serve her still.

Who do you serve?

Ramsay: Come back here.

Myranda.

I saw you staring at her.

I'm going to marry her.

That will involve looking at her from time to time.

You said you'd marry me.

And I meant it.

When I was a b*st*rd named Snow.

But I'm a Bolton now.

What I want is no longer the primary consideration.

I'm furthering a dynasty.

Do you think she's pretty?

(scoffs) Of course I do.

I'm not blind.

(sighs)

You think she's pretty, too.

I'm looking forward to our wedding night.

But don't worry, I'll have plenty of time for you.

Perhaps I'll marry, too.

(laughs)

You're the kennel master's daughter.

Who are you going to marry, the stable keeper's son?

You're mine.

You're not going anywhere.

Unless I have to listen to more of your jealousy.

Jealousy bores me. You remember what happens to people who bore me.

You're not going to bore me, are you, Myranda?

Never.

(knocking on door)

Beg pardon, my lady.

I've come to refill the wash basin.

Oh, I don't need--

You still have friends in the North.

If you're ever in trouble, light a candle in the highest window of the broken tower.

But who--

You're not alone.

I like your dress.

Who made it for you?

I made it myself.

Really?

Who-- who are you?

I'm Myranda, the kennel master's daughter.

May I?

Oh, wonderful.

The stitching.

Who taught you?

My mother.

I'm sorry for what happened to her.

Thank you.

It's good that she taught you.

It was a gift.

Now every time you wear something you made, you can remember her.

I'd rather have a mother.

I know. It's not the same.

Still, it's good to remember.

Remember the way things were.

I almost forgot.

There's something else to help you remember.

(dogs barking)

Down there at the end.

What is it?

That would spoil the surprise.

(dogs growling)

Go ahead, it's perfectly safe.

You won't believe it when you see it.

(growling continues)

(dogs barking)

(barking continues)

(Chains rattling)

Theon?

You shouldn't be here.

(wind whistling)

You smell particularly ripe this evening.

Pour me some wine.

Do you have something to tell me?

No, my lord.

Reek.

She saw me.

Sansa. Lady Sansa.

She came to the kennels.

She saw you?

Yes. I'm sorry, master.

Forgive me. I didn't think--

Come here.

You mustn't keep secrets from me, Reek.

Get on your knees.

Give me your hand.

I forgive you.

I trust you find your chamber suitable, my lady.

Yes, thank you, my lord.

Allow me.

Mother.

Thank you, Ramsay.

My lady, we are all a family, we northerners.

Our blood ties go back thousands of years.

So I'd like to drink to our wedding.

May our happiness spread from Moat Cailin to the Last Hearth.

To your wedding.

To your wedding.

It must be difficult for you being in a strange place.

This isn't a strange place. This is my home.

It's the people who are strange.

You're right.

Very strange.

More wine, please.

Ramsay: I heard you two had reunited.

A fitting place for it.

I like to imagine that the last time you spoke was in this very room.

Are you still angry with him after he... what he did?

Don't worry.

The North remembers.

I punished him for it.

He's not ironborn anymore.

Not Theon Greyjoy anymore.

He's a new man.

A new person, anyway.

Aren't you, Reek?

Yes, master.

That's his new name-- Reek.

Why are you doing this?

Because Reek has something to say to you.

Don't you, Reek?

An apology.

Apologize to Lady Sansa for what you did.

Apologize for murding her two brothers.

I'm sorry.

Look at her, Reek.

An apology doesn't mean anything if you're not looking the person in the eye.

I'm sorry.

Ramsay: Sorry about what?

For killing your brothers.

There, over and done with.

Doesn't everyone feel better? I do.

That was getting very tense.

Whew.

You know what, my lady?

What with him having murdered your brothers and the rest of your family gone...

Reek here is the nearest thing to living kin that you have left.

Reek.

You will give away the bride.

Someone has to. What better person?

Good? Good?

Yes, yes, very good.

Wonderful.

Walda and I have some good news as well, since we're all together.

We're going to have a baby.

I'm very happy for you.

From the way she's carrying, Maester Wolkan says it looks like a boy.

Ramsay: How can you be sure?

Sure of what?

That she's pregnant.

I mean... how can you tell?

Maester Wolkan has assured us beyond all doubt.

So how did you manage it?

Manage what?

Getting her pregnant.

I imagine you're familiar with the procedure.

Of course, but how did you... find it?

You disgraced yourself at dinner parading that creature before the Stark girl.

And if it's a boy?

(Chuckles)

You're worried about your position.

My position is quite clear.

I'm your son until a better alternative comes along.

You've never asked me about your mother.

Why would I?

She had me, she died.

And here we are.

She was a peasant girl.

Pretty in a common sort of way.

She was the miller's wife.

Apparently they had married without my knowledge or consent.

So I had him hanged and I took her beneath the tree where he was swaying.

She fought me the whole time.

She was lucky I didn't hang her, too.

A year later she came to my gates with a squalling baby in her arms.

A baby she claimed was mine.

I nearly had her whipped and the child thrown in the river.

But then I looked at you and I saw then what I see now.

You are my son.

Stannis Baratheon has an army at Castle Black.

But he won't stay for long.

He wants the Iron Throne, and the road to King's Landing comes right through Winterfell.

He means to take the North.

But the North is ours.

It's yours and mine.

Will you help me defeat him?

Is this every book there is?

Every book there is?

In the world.

Well, no.

There are thousands and thousands of books out there.

This library is rather small, actually.

Where you grew up, were there more books?

My father's not the most literate man.

They say the Citadel has the largest library in the world.

Where's that?

The Citadel?

In Oldtown.

I'm sorry I don't know things.

Gilly, look at me.

You know how to do a hundred things I can never do.

You can build a fire with wet wood.

You can cook. You can stitch a wound.

I can wash the linens. I can sweep the floor.

Well... - Why does the Citadel have the biggest library?

It's where they train the maesters.

Like Maester Aemon?

I wanted to be one when I was young.

Instead, I became a man of the Night's Watch.

Far more adventure up here anyway.

I wouldn't have met you.

(footsteps)

Ah, Your Grace.

You're Samwell Tarly?

I am, Your Grace.

Your father is Randyll Tarly.

He defeated my brother at the Battle of Ashford.

Only battle Robert ever lost.

I told him he shouldn't go so far west so soon, but he never listened.

Fine soldier, your father.

You don't look like a soldier.

But I'm told you killed a white walker.

I did, Your Grace.

How?

With a dagger made of dragonglass.

Dragonglass?

What the maesters call obsidian.

I know what it is. We have it in Dragonstone.

Why would obsidian kill a walker?

I don't know.

I've been going through all the old manuscripts hoping to find something, and all I've learned is that the children of the forest used to hunt with dragonglass.

The Lady Melisandre told me that death marches on the Wall.

I've seen it, Your Grace.

Seen what?

The army of the dead.

And when they come--

We have to know how to fight them.

Keep reading, Samwell Tarly.

It's time.

Uh, Your Grace.

Wouldn't it be better to wait?

When Jon Snow returns with the wildlings, we could have thousands more men.

If Jon Snow returns with the wildlings.

We can't wait that long.

We have the advantage-- more men, more horses, all fed and rested.

But every day we wait, the odds shift in Bolton's favor.

This could turn to winter at any moment.

We have to act now. Give the order.

We march at sunrise.

I'll choose a dozen men to stay and guard the queen and the princess.

No need. They're coming with us.

It's a tough road ahead, Your Grace.

Won't they be safer--

Here?

Half these watchmen are killers and rapists.

No, they march with us.

As you wish, Your Grace.

(wind howling)

(chatter)

(Horses snorting)

Shireen: Do you think Father will let me go down into the crypt?

Davos: Beg your pardon?

At Winterfell.

All the Kings in the North are buried there.

Bran the Builder and King Dorren and--

First things first. It's a long march ahead.

And then we have to take the castle.

Is there going to be a battle?

Aye, princess, but you won't be anywhere near--

That's enough talk of battle, Ser Davos.

You'll scare the child.

Davos: Yes, my queen.

I'm not scared.

Well, I am.

When the battle comes, promise you'll protect me.

I promise.

I hope you know what you're doing with these wildlings.

I need those ships.

You'll get them back, I swear it.

Have a safe journey, Your Grace.

And thank you.

Man: Mount up!

Colors!

(horses neighing)

(groans)

You're still too weak.

Ser Barristan?

Are you ashamed?

You were ambushed, outnumbered.

There was no way you could have known.

This is not why.

Wounded in war, there is no shame for this.

I am ashamed because when the knife go in and I fall to the ground, I am afraid.

All men fear death.

No, not death.

I fear I never again see Missandei from the Island of Naath.

Now you have given the Masters what they deserve.

If I give everyone what they deserve, I'll have no one left to rule.

Ser Barristan counseled mercy when I took this city right up to the morning he died.

Daario Naharis thinks I should kill the former Masters and let the rest of the city fend for itself.

What do you think?

Your Grace, I think that I am not fit to have an opinion on these matters.

You are as fit as anyone I know.

You know why I'm here.

And you know who will suffer the most if this all falls apart.

So what do you think?

I can only tell you what I have seen, Your Grace.

I have seen you listen to your counselors.

I have seen you lean on their experience when your own was lacking and weigh the choices they put before you.

And I have seen you ignore your counselors... because there was a better choice.

One that only you could see.

My-- my queen, please do not do this.

What about "valar morghulis"?

I did not want to die a coward.

Apparently I do not want to die at all.

(sniffles)

It takes courage to admit fear.

And to admit a mistake.

I came here to tell you that I was wrong.

I was wrong and you were right.

About tradition.

About bringing the people of this city together.

I will reopen the fighting pits.

To free men only.

Slavery will never return to Meereen, not while I live.

Yes, my queen.

And in order to forge a lasting bond with the Meereenese people, I will marry the leader of an ancient family.

Thankfully a suitor is already on his knees.

Don't worry.

I'll be fine. Nothing broken, I don't think.

Where are we now?

Not the Rhoyne.

Long, sullen silences and an occasional punch in the face.

The Mormont way.

Let's start over.

I apologize for before.

My mouth sometimes runs away from me.

This doesn't have to be an unpleasant trip.

We're going to be spending a lot of time together on the way to Meereen.

We are.

What would make our time together truly enjoyable would be some wine.

No wine.

I am a person who drinks.

People who drink need to keep drinking.

Otherwise, they're not...

I know where we are.

You're taking us through Valyria.

Have you sailed this route before?

You're going to bring Daenerys a souvenir from her ancestral homeland in case I'm not enough?

I think you'll be plenty.

You know what they say.

The Doom still rules Valyria.

What about the demons and the flames?

Aren't you afraid of the Doom?

Jorah: No.

But pirates are.

Tyrion: The Smoking Sea.

How many centuries before we learn how to build cities like this again?

Thousands of years the Valyrians were the best in the world at almost everything.

And then...

And then they weren't.

And then they weren't.

"They held each other close and turned their backs upon the end.

The hills that split asunder and the black that ate the skies; The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned; Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes.

A fly upon a wall, the waves the sea wind whipped and churned--"

"The city of a thousand years, and all that men had learned; The Doom consumed it all alike, and neither of them turned."

I would clap.

I suppose this is it, then.

This is what remains.

(water splashes)

What was that?

(rasping)

Stone Men!

Don't let them touch you!

Get behind!

Mormont, cut me free!

Mormont!

(rasping)

(snarls)

Mormont!

Mormont!

(Shouts)

(faintly) Tyrion?

Tyrion.

Tyrion.

Tyrion.

You're all right.

You're heavier than you look.

Did any of them touch you?

I've seen greyscale before, but nothing like that.

I suppose that's why they send them there.

It'd be kinder to put daggers in their hearts and be done with it.

Thank you for saving me.

Of course, I wouldn't have needed saving if you hadn't kidnapped me in the first place.

So what now?

We walk up the coast.

With luck, we'll find a fishing village.

Maybe another boat.

Without luck?

We've got a long walk ahead of us.

I'll get some wood for a fire.

Try to get some rest, huh?

That's the best idea you've had all day.

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Is that Estermont?

Tarth, Ser Jaime.

The Sapphire Isle.

Why are we on a merchant ship?

Why no Lannister sails?

This ship's sailing to Oldtown.

We'll get off earlier, not far from Sunspear.

Row ourselves to the Dornish shores in the night.

You ever been to Dorne?

I have.

The Dornish are crazy. All they want to do is fight and f*ck, f*ck and fight.

You should be happy to go back.

There's nothing like a good fight to get you in the mood for f*cking.

And there's nothing like a fuck-mad Dornish girl to clear your head for the next fight.

It's how the two work together.

And we're gonna do a lot of fighting, I am sure.

Well, I am. But I don't imagine we'll get to stick around for the rest.

Not after we've kidnapped their princess.

We are not kidnapping their princess.

We are rescuing my niece, bringing her back to the family, Your niece?

I've been doing this sort of thing a long time.

I'm good at it.

That's why you're here.

I know.

Why are you here? Why not send 40 of me, or an army?

Unlike most folks, you actually got one.

Because I don't want to start a war.

That still doesn't explain why you're doing it.

It has to be me.

If I'm putting something of a lit together, a one-handed man, who happens to be one of the most recognizable faces in Westeros is not...

It has to be me.

You set your brother free, didn't you?

I bet your sister didn't like that.

Varys set him free.

Well... if you ever see the little fucker, give him my regards.

He murdered my father.

If I ever see him, I'll split him in two.

And then I'll give him your regards.

The Iron Bank has called one tenth of the Crown's debts.

Given the expensive rebuilding of...

How much can the Crown afford?

With winter coming, half what they ask.

Less.

You're the Master of Coin.

How do we pay them?

House Tyrell could front the gold and the... the Crown will pay us back in time, or I'll have words with my daughter.

You've already given us too much.

No, we must arrange better terms with the Iron Bank.

Absolutely.

In person.

We must send an envoy to the Iron Bank, someone of importance, to show these bankers our respect.

As the King's Master of Coin, I can think of no one more qualified.

I will be honored, Your Grace.

The King has expressed concern about his father-in-law's safety on this voyage.

He's ordered Ser Meryn to personally lead your escort.

A valiant Kingsguard?

Please express...

Safe travels, Lord Tyrell.

Of course, of course, I'll give your regards to the Titan of Braavos.

The Small Council grows smaller and smaller.

Not small enough.

May I offer you some wine, Your Holiness?

The old High Septon would have asked the vintage.

I could say that our minds are temples to the Seven and should be kept pure.

But the truth is, I don't like the taste.

How may I serve?

All over Westeros we hear about septs being burned.

Silent sisters raped.

Bodies of holy men piled in the streets.

Wars teach people to obey the sword, not the Gods.

Perhaps the Gods need a sword of their own.

In the days before the Targaryens, the Faith Militant dispensed the justice of the Seven.

Well, the Faith Militant was disarmed more than two centuries ago.

If I explain the holy purpose to my son, the king, I have no doubt he will sign a decree arming the believers you find worthy.

An army that defends the bodies and souls of the common people.

An army and service to the Gods themselves.

And to you, of course.

As the chosen representative of the Seven.

An honor I've never expected.

Or indeed, ever wished for.

Which is why you were chosen.

You and I both know how the world works.

Too often the wicked or the wealthiest be on the reach of justice.

The king himself cannot always punish those who deserve it most.

All sinners are equal before the Gods.

What would you say if I told you we have a great sinner in our own midst?

Shielded by gold and privilege.

May the Father judge him justly.

Help me! Help me!

This is Lord Petyr Baelish's establishment.

Cocksucker!

Boy fucker!

You barbaric filth!

There's a special place in the Seven Hells for your kind.