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

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(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)

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 05x07) - Game of Thrones Script, 05x07 - The Gift

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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.

Please, please, I'll pay!

I'll pay all of you.

Yes, you will!

Seize him.

Get your hands off of me.

Ser Loras of House Tyrell, you have broken the laws of Gods and men.

Who do you think you are?

Justice.

Why is my brother in a cell?

I--I don't know.

I--I didn't order it.

We both know who did.

You told me she was returning to Casterly Rock.

Are you saying my mother is behind this?

She's jealous you're not hers anymore.

Arresting my brother is her revenge.

Aren't you and mother getting along?

Oh, my sweet, sweet King.

Do you have any affection for me at all?

Of course I do.

You're my Queen.

I can't bear to think of my brother locked away in some grimy cell.

I'll set him free for you.

You promise?

I demand that Ser Loras be freed now!

Did I arrest him?

Well, no...

But you armed the Faith Militant.

You gave the High Sparrow an army.

I did.

And your wife has every right to criticize.

Can't allow fanatics to arrest the Queen's brother, no matter his perversions.

Then... can I tell Margaery you'll have Ser Loras released?

I told you I am not holding Ser Loras.

You're the King. I'm sure if you speak to the High Sparrow, he'll release the poor boy.

Halt!

His Holiness is praying. He will not be disturbed.

Give the order and we'll tear out this rebel.

You mean, kill them? Here, in the sept?

You'll be sending them to meet the Gods that they love.

b*st*rd!

You're an abomination!

You're born of sin!

Filthy b*st*rd!

We'll find another way.

Abomination!

My Queen.

There was no way to free Ser Loras without violence.

You're the King of the Andals, the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, the Protector of the Realm.

And you let a band of fanatics imprison your brother by law.

I'm going to speak to the High Sparrow.

Are you? When?

I--I don't know.

You don't know?

He was praying just now.

I have to send word to Grandmother.

Will you come back later?

I need to be wit my family, Your Grace.

Of course.

You think highly of this boy.

Good.

Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

A b*st*rd by some tavern slut.

Perhaps, but that wasn't Ned Stark's way.

I should have given you a son.

Not your fault.

Whose then?

I gave you nothing but weakness.

And deformity.

Those scars mean nothing to the Lord of Light.

My Lady.

Her father is the Lord's chosen King.

And her father's blood runs through her veins.

You march on Winterfell soon.

We must.

To beat the snows.

Once before you put your faith in Ser Davos and left me behind.

I hope you won't make that mistake again.

I won't.

I need you.

You only need faith, my King.

And you, my Lady, what do you need?

To serve my Lord.

Lord Ashford.

Lenny Coalfield.

Lord Smallwood.

Never even heard of these people.

They haven't heard of you either.

But we need men and they have some.

How many men does this Lord *** have to send us?

More than Lord Weebly.

Not him.

Then who?

I'm sorry, but we need men and supplies.

And Roose Bolton is the Warden of...

He murdered my brother.

We swore to be the Watchers on the Wall.

We can't watch the Wall with 50 men.

And we can't get more men without help from the Warden of the North.

Apologies, my Lady.

Lord Commander.

How can I help you?

Come with us when we ride south.

None of us know the castle as well as you do.

Its hidden tunnels, its weaknesses, its people.

Winterfell was your home once.

Don't you want to chase the rats out of it?

Castle Black is my home now.

Night's Watch takes no part in the wars of the Seven Kingdoms.

There's only one war.

Life against death.

Come.

Let me show what you're fighting for.

You're gonna show me some vision in the fire.

Forgive me, my Lady.

But I don't trust in visions.

No visions.

No magic.

Just life.

Do you feel my heart beating?

This power in you, you resist it, and that's your mistake. Embrace it.

The Lord of Light made us male and female.

Two parts of a greater whole.

You're not joining this power.

Power to make life, power to make light, and power to cast shadows.

I don't think Stannis would like that very much.

Then we shouldn't tell him.

I can't.

I swore a vow.

I loved another.

The dead don't need lovers.

Only the living.

I know.

But I still love her.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Are you lonely?

Just bored.

My father used to tell me that boredom indicates a lack of inner resources.

Were you bored a lot, too?

I know Castle Black is no place for a child.

I like it.

I thought I'd be left at home.

I know mother didn't want to bring me.

Why do you say that?

She told me "I don't want to bring you."

She shouldn't have said that.

Are you ashamed of me, father?

When you were an infant, the Dornish trailer landed on Dragonstone.

His goods were junk except for one wooden doll.

He'd even sewn a dress on it in the colors of our House.

No doubt he'd heard of your birth.

And assumed new fathers were easy targets.

I still remember how you smiled when I put that doll in your cradle.

You pressed it to your cheek.

By the time we burnt the doll, it was too late.

I was told you would die.

Or worse.

The grayscale would go slow.

Let you grow just enough to know the world before taking it away from you.

Everyone advised me to send you to the ruins of Valyria to live out your short life with the Stone men, before the sickness spread to the castle.

I told them all to go to hell.

I called in every maester on this side of the world.

Every healer, every apothecary.

They stopped the disease and saved your life.

Because you did not belong across the world with the bloody Stone men.

You are the Princess Shireen of House Baratheon.

And you are my daughter.

I thought I might find you here.

Your Aunt Lyanna.

My father never talked about her.

Sometimes I'd find him down here, lighting the candles.

They say she was beautiful.

I saw her once.

I was a boy, living with your mother's family.

Lord Whent had a great tourney at Harrenhal.

Everyone was there.

The Mad King, your father, Robert Baratheon, and Lyanna. She was already promised to Robert.

You can imagine what it was like for me, a boy from nowhere, with nothing to his name, watching these legendary men, tilting at the lists.

The last two riders were Barristan Selmy and Rhaegar Targaryen.

When Rhaegar won, everyone cheered for the prince.

I remember the girls laughing when he took off his helmet and they saw that silver hair.

How handsome he was.

Until he rode right past his wife, Elia Martell, and all the smiles died.

I've never seen so many people so quiet.

He rode past his wife and he lay a crown of winter roses in Lyanna's lap.

Blue was frost.

How many tens of thousands had to die because Rhaegar chose your aunt?

Yes, he chose her.

And then he kidnapped her and raped her.

Come.

Let's speak somewhere the dead can't hear us.

Dressed for riding?

Where are you going?

King's Landing.

King's Landing?

Cersei sent for me.

We must not let her sniff out any trouble.

You can't leave me here.

I know how hard it is to live with people you despise, believe me.

But it won't be for long.

How do you know?

Stannis Baratheon garrisons at Castle Black.

He'll march south to King's Landing before the winter snows block his way.

But first, he has to take Winterfell.

You don't know that.

Once he liberates these lands from the Boltons he'll rally your father's bannermen to his cause.

With the North behind him, Stannis can finally take the Iron Throne.

You think he'll defeat the Boltons?

He has a larger army.

He's the finest military commander in Westeros.

A betting man would put his money on Stannis.

As it happens, I am a betting man.

And if you're right?

Stannis takes Winterfell, he rescues you from the most despised family in the North.

Grateful for your late father's courageous support for his claim, he names you Wardeness of the North.

But I... I wouldn't...

Wardeness of the North...

You are the last surviving Stark.

He needs you.

What if you're wrong?

What if Stannis never attacks Winterfell, or he does and the Boltons defeat him?

Then you will this Bolton boy, Ramsay, and make him yours.

I don't know how to do that.

Of course you do.

He's already fallen for you.

His father frightens me.

He should, he's a dangerous man.

But even the most dangerous men can be outmaneuvered.

And you learned to maneuver from the very best.

I return before too long.

You'll be strong without me.

The North will be yours.

Do you believe me?

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

Breakfast.

That would have been a sh1t way to die.

As far as I've seen, they're all shot way to die.

Aye. But y'all ought to give the singers a good ending.

I don't care what's sung about me when I'm dead.

Two knights, off to rescue a princess.

Sounds like a good song to me.

Sounds like all the rest.

What about you? What sh1t way would you choose?

In my own keep, drinking my own wine, watching my son gravel from a fortune.

How disappointing. I thought you'd have something more exciting planned.

I've had an exciting life. I want my death to be boring.

How do you want to go?

In the arms of the woman I love.

She want the same thing?

Let's go.

The captain to that ship...

What was he, Braavosi?

Pentoshi.

And he's headed to Oldtown.

As I said.

What's to stop him from docking down the coast and telling the locals that Jaime Lannister's in Dorne?

A bag of gold.

I'm not sure you understand how much people hate your family in this part of the world.

It was a heavy bag.

And I bet he swore all kinds of oaths to get it.

But you won't be around if he breaks them.

How many you count?

Four.

How many you think you can take?

One, if he's slow.

Halt!

f*cked in the arse.

Hiya!

Morning, lads.

Glad we found you.

Who are you?

Cooper.

This is Darnell.

You're from King's Landing.

Accent gave you away?

Flea Bottom.

Whelped and whipped.

Why are you here?

Our ship capsized in the night.

We managed to swim ashore.

It was a near thing, really.

I thought the sharks would get us.

There are no sharks in Dorne.

I could have sworn those were shark fins.

Dolphins maybe.

Throw your swords in the sand.

Boys, there's no need for this.

Just, point us in the right direction.

We'll find our way home.

Swords in the sand!

That one should be slow enough.

Nice move!

Luck.

You had a wonderful teacher.

Always wanted a Dornish stallion.

Beasts can run a day and night without tiring.

We'll ride to the Water Gardens with a nice breeze in our face.

But first we need to bury these bodies.

Birds have to eat too.

Corpses raise questions, questions raise armies.

We're not here to start a war.

Do you know how long it will take us to dig all those holes?

I can't dig very well with one hand.

Not at all, really.

Nama...

Nym, Obara.

Will it be war?

Prince Doran will weep for your father, but nothing else.

We must avenge Oberyn ourselves.

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

We don't need an army to start a war.

Queen Cersei loves her children.

...and we have one of them.

We may have a problem.

A ship's captain, who found me in Planky Town, claiming he had information to sell.

He told me he smuggled Jaime Lannister into Dorne.

He's come for Myrcella.

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

You must choose...

Doran's way and peace, or my way... and war.

I'm with you. Always.

Obara?

When I was a child, Oberyn came to take me to court.

I'd never seen this man, and yet he called himself my father.

My mother wept, said I was too young, and a girl.

Oberyn tossed his spear at my feet and said "Girl or boy, we fight our battles. But the Gods let us choose our weapons."

My father pointed to the spear, and then to my mother's tears.

I made my choice long ago.

Thank you.

Who are you?

Your captor.

Do you have wine?

I can't sleep without wine.

Then stay awake.

You're going the wrong way.

My sister's in Westeros.

Westeros...is west!

We're heading east...

I'm not taking you to your sister.

You said you were taking me to the Queen.

Queen Daenerys Targaryen.

She's the Queen I serve.

What a waste of a good kidnapping.

So happens I was heading there myself!

What business would you have with the Queen?

Gold and glory?

Oh, and hate.

If you've ever met my sister, you'd understand.

So... now that it's clear we're on the same side.

A high born knight from the North of Westeros, down on his luck in Essos.

Dragon epaulettes?

Bear sigil breast plate.

You're Jorah Mormont.

I have to ask... how, exactly, were you serving your Queen in a whore house, half a world away?

Is it possible, that you were running?

Why would you be running?

And why would she have sent you away?

Oh, wait!

You were spying on her, weren't you?

It's all coming back to me!

I was drunk through most of the Small Council meetings, but it's all coming back.

You passed notes to Varys's little birds.

She found out, didn't she?

Found out, and exiled you.

And now you hope to win back her favor with a gift.

A risky scheme...

One might even say, desperate.

Do you think Daenerys would execute me, and pardon you?

I'd say the reverse is just as likely.

Everyone looks happy enough from up here.

What?

I was thinking of all the times your brother made me go with him down from the Red Keep, into the streets of King's Landing.

He liked to walk among the people, he liked to sing to them.

He sang to them?

Rhaegar would take a spot on the Hook or the Street of Seeds and he'd sing.

Just like all the other minstrels.

And what did you do?

I made sure no one killed him.

And... I collected the money.

Well... he liked to see how much he could make.

He was good?

He was very good.

Viserys never told you?

He told me Rhaegar was good at killing people.

Rhaegar never liked killing.

He loved singing.

And what did you do with the money?

Well, one time, we gave it to the next minstrel down the street.

One time, he gave it to an orphanage in Flea Bottom.

One time... we got horribly drunk.

Your Grace.

Hizdahr is here, waiting in the audience chamber.

How many others are there?

Fifty... a hundred.

Will you be joining us, Ser Barristan?

I think I can protect you from Hizdhar Zo Loraq.

I think I can protect me from Hizdhar Zo Loraq.

Go, Ser Barristan.

Sing a song for me.

Your Grace.

All men must die.

But not all can die in glory.

Glory?

Why else do men fight?

Why did your ancestors cross the Narrow Sea and conquer the Seven Kingdoms?

So their names would live on.

Those who find victory in the fighting pits, will never become kings... but their names will live on.

It's the best chance they'll ever have.

Is that what you used to tell men before you set them to butchering each other for sport?

Your Grace, today is the traditional start of the fighting season.

I do not recognize this tradition.

Traditions are the only thing that will hold this city... your city, together.

Without them, former slaves and former masters have nothing in common.

Nothing but centuries of mistrust and resentment.

I can't promise this is the answer to all our problems... but it's a start.

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05x03 - High Sparrow

Valar morghulis.

Valar dohaeris.

I've been sweeping this floor for days.

Good.

I didn't come here to sweep floors.

No? Why come than?

You said that I could be your apprentice.

You said you'd teach me how to a Faceless Man.

A man teaches a girl.

Valar dohaeris. All men must serve.

Faceless men, most of all.

I want to serve.

A girl wants to serve herself.

Here we serve the Many-Faced God, to serve well.

A girl must become no-one.

Which one is the Many-Faced God?

I see the Stranger, I see the Drowned God, I see the Weirwood Face.

There is only one god.

A girl knows his name.

And no man know his gift.

Where are they taking him?

Queen Margaery!

Queen Margaery!

Queen Margaery!

I'm his, and he's mine.

I'm hers, and she's mine.

From this day until the end of my days.

From this day until the end of my days.

Did I hurt you?

No. You were lovely.

It all happened so fast.

I was scared maybe I hurt you, it sounded like...

No, no, no... you're very sweet.

The sweetest king who ever lived.

This is what I want to do all day, every day for the rest of my life.

Wouldn't that be glorious?

Shouldn't we rest a little while?

Just to catch our breath, there's no rush, is there?

Of course not.

Are you hungry?

Shall I have them bring you some cake or pomegranate juice...?

No, I'm fine...

I just want you all to myself.

I want to know everything there is to know about King Tommen First of His Name.

King Tommen... it still sounds strange to me.

Does Queen Margaery sound strange to you?

So strange. Husband.

Wife.

Sometimes it feels odd.

I'm the king, I've married the most beautiful woman in the world, and it's all because my brother died.

I understand.

But it's no your fault, you know that, don't you?

You mustn't feel guilty.

I don't feel guilty. That's what's odd.

Do you like to sail?

I love to sail.

I do, too.

I think we're going to be very happy, you and I.

I do, too.

Living in a tower so high, it touches the clouds.

Of course my grandmother couldn't wait to go home.

The capital is not for everyone, I suppose.

Does your mother like it here?

I don't think so.

She told me never to trust anyone in King's Landing.

It's so wonderful to have her watching over you.

A lioness guiding her cub.

Well, but I'm a man now.

You are.

And the king.

But you'll always be her baby-boy.

I suppose.

I adore how she has always been so generous with me, so kind.

And the horror she's had to endure.

Losing her husband, her eldest child and her father.

It's no wonder she's so protective of you.

She'll never let you out of her sight.

You're very much in love.

The first days of marriage are often so blissful.

She's certainly very pretty, isn't she?

Like a doll, she smiles quite a lot.

Do you think she's intelligent? I can't quite tell.

Not that it matters.

Do you ever miss Casterly Rock?

There's nothing for me in Casterly Rock.

That's where you grew up.

You always told me that you liked the people there better.

You said that King's Landing smelled of horse dung and sour milk.

Why are we speaking of Casterly Rock?

The way that you talked about it...

I always thought that you missed it.

That you... That it was your real home.

This is my real home now.

Where my family lives.

I want you to be happy, mother.

I know that.

I know you do, my sweet boy.

But wouldn't you be happier in Casterly Rock?

I said, "Darling, surely 4 times is enough, are you trying to set a new record?"

And he said, "Well, what is the record? I'm sure we can break it."

Mother.

Welcome.

Well don't you look lovely.

Marriage agrees with you.

Can we bring you anything to eat or drink?

I wish we had some wine for you. It's a bit early in the day for us.

No, no, I...I can't stay.

I just wanted to let you know if... there is ever anything I can do for you.

You are very sweet.

Tommen seems quite taken with his new queen.

I absolutely adore him.

You raised a gallant young man.

I'm forever grateful.

Good.

Good.

I'm glad to hear you're happy.

Ecstatic. I really am.

Exhausted, to be honest, but what can I expect, he is half lion, half stag.

I'll leave you to it then.

Oh, forgive me, I haven't been at Court for long, I get so confused.

What's the proper way to address you now?

Queen Mother or Dowager Queen?

There's no need for such formalities.

In any event, judging from the King's enthusiasm, the Queen Mother will be a Queen Grandmother soon.

That'll be a lovely day.

Imagine the celebrations.

They'll ring the bells all day and night.

Remember.

Anything you need.

We can't hold the North with terror alone.

You can't hold the North if you let these lesser lords insult us.

I sent you there to collect taxes, not bodies.

Lord *** refused to pay.

He said the Warden of the North will always be a Stark, and he'd be damned if he kissed a traitor's boot.

You left him no choice.

I flayed him living, along with his wife and brother.

I made his son watch.

The new Lord *** paid his taxes.

I have something important to tell you.

Stop eating and listen.

We don't have enough men to hold the North if the other Houses rise up against us.

Do you understand that?

Our pact with the Lannisters...

I had a pact with Tywin Lannister.

Tywin Lannister is dead.

The remaining Lannisters are a thousand miles away dealing with that fact.

They've never once in the history of the Seven Kingdoms sent their army this far north.

If you think they will for us, you're a fool.

We become a great House by entering in alliances with other Houses, and parleying those alliances into greater power.

Now the best way to forge a lasting alliance isn't by peeling a man's skin off, the best way is marriage.

Now that you're a Bolton by royal decree, it's time you married a suitable bride.

And as it happens, I found the perfect girl to solidify our hold in the North.

That's Moat Cailin.

A bit shabby, isn't it?

You've been here before.

On our way down to King's Landing, with my father and Arya and...

Where are you taking me?

Home.

The Boltons have Winterfell.

The marriage proposal...It wasn't for you?

Roose Bolton murdered my brother. He betrayed my family!

He did.

He serves the Lannisters.

For now.

I won't go.

Winterfell is your home.

Not anymore.

Always. You're a Stark.

Dyeing your hair doesn't change that. You're Sansa Stark.

The eldest surviving child of Ned and Catelyn Stark.

Your place is in the North.

I can't marry him. You can't make me.

He's a traitor. A murderer.

You're not marrying Roose Bolton.

No, you'll be marrying his son and heir, Ramsay.

One day he'll be Warden of the North and...

Sansa...

No, you can't make me.

I will starve myself. I will die before I have to go there.

I won't force you to do anything.

Don't you know by now how much I care for you?

Say the word and we turn the horses round, but listen to me.

Listen.

You've been running all your life.

Terrible things happened to your family and you weep.

You sit alone in a dark room, mourning their fates.

You've been a bystander to tragedy from the day they executed your father.

Stop being a bystander, you hear me? Stop running.

There's no justice in the world.

Not unless we make it.

You loved your family.

Avenge them.

How do we get through there?

We don't.

We go around.

It sets miles out of the way.

We'll lose sight of them.

Doesn't matter.

I know where they're going.

Don't you get a bit old for a squire?

How did you end up squiring for the Imp?

He hates that nickname.

Well, he's not here to complain about it, is he?

I squired for a knight name Ser Lorimer during the War of the Five Kings.

One night, he had a bit too much to drink.

And he was famished, so he borrowed a ham.

He borrowed it?

He wasn't a thief.

He was drunk and hungry and he wasn't thinking.

I was drunk too.

He gave me half the ham.

Next morning, one of the guards saw him passed out, under a wagon, with the ham bone still in his hand.

They hanged the man after noon.

They tied the noose for me too, but Lord Tywin heard my family name was Payne, so he pardoned me, and sent me to King's Landing to squire for his son.

Punishment?

For both of you.

It didn't seem that way.

Lord Tyrion was always very good to me.

I guess all of your lords were very kind to you.

All except me.

Sorry you have to squire such a nasty person.

I'm not sorry. You're the best fighter I've ever seen.

You beat The Hound.

I'm proud to be your squire.

I'm sorry I'm always snapping at you.

If you wouldn't snap at me I wouldn't learn anything.

You want to be a knight, Pod?

Starting tomorrow, we'll train with the sword twice a day, before we ride in the morning and after we camp for the evening.

And I'm going to show you how to ride properly.

Thank you.

I can't knight you, but I can teach you how to fight.

I suppose that's more important.

You weren't a knight, but you were a Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon, weren't you?

I was.

Lord Tyrion said he was a good man.

He was.

But how did you end up serving Renly?

When I was a girl, my father held a ball.

I'm his only living child, so he wants to make a good match for me.

He invited dozens of young lords to Tarth.

I didn't want to go, but he dragged me to the ballroom.

And it was wonderful.

None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was.

The shaft each other and threatened to duel if they thought it was their turn to dance.

Whispered in my ear how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles.

My father smiled at me and I smiled at him.

I'd never been so happy.

Till I saw a few of the boys sniggering.

And then they all started to laugh, they couldn't keep the game going any longer.

They were toying with me.

Brienne the Beauty, they called me. Great joke.

And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive.

A great lumbering beast.

I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms.

Don't let them see your tears, he told me.

The nasty little sh1ts, nasty little sh1ts aren't worth crying over.

He danced with me and none of the other boys could say a word.

And he was the king's brother after all.

But...wasn't he...

Lord Tyrion said he was...

Yes, Pod, he liked men, I'm not an idiot.

He didn't love me, he didn't want me, he danced with me because he was kind and he wouldn't see me hurt.

He saved me from being a joke.

From that day until his last day.

And I couldn't save him in return.

Nothing's more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.

One day, I will avenge King Renly.

But you said a shadow murdered him.

How do you fight a shadow?

A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon.

I know it was Stannis.

I know it in my heart.

Stannis is a man, not a shadow.

And a man... can be killed.

Lord Commander.

Your Grace.

I'd like to speak alone.

Ollie is my steward now, as I was Lord Commander Mormont's.

I want him to attend my meetings, to learn from men with experience.

One day, he might command.

Very well. Have you considered my offer?

I have.

And I thank you for it. You do me great honor.

All my life I wanted to be Jon Stark.

Say the word and you will be.

But I have to refuse you.

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

My place is here.

I'm giving you a chance to avenge your family.

Take back the castle where you grew up.

To rule the North.

I wish I could fight beside you.

Believe me, I do.

But I swore a sacred vow at the Godswood.

I pledged my life to the Night's Watch.

You're as stubborn as your father.

And as honorable.

I can imagine no higher praise.

I didn't mean it as praise.

Honor got your father killed.

But if your mind is made up, I won't try to persuade you.

Can I ask Your Grace how long you plan to stay at Castle Black?

Are you bored of us already?

You saved us from Mance Rayder's army.

We will never forget that.

But it's a question of survival.

Night's Watch can't continue to feed your men and the wildling prisoners indefinitely.

Mm, winter is coming.

I know it.

We march on Winterfell within a fortnight.

Before the snows trap us here.

And the wildlings?

They'd rather burn than fight for me, so be it.

I leave their fate to you.

You could execute them, that's the safest course.

Or you could see if this Tormund fellow is more willing to compromise than Mance ever was.

I assume the brothers of the Night's Watch would rather see the wildlings dead.

Most of the brothers, yes.

There's little love for the free folk here.

You're Lord Commander.

Your decision.

You have many enemies in Castle Black.

Have you considered sending Alliser Thorne elsewhere?

Give him command of Eastwach-by-the-Sea.

I heard it was best to keep your enemies close.

Whoever said that didn't have many enemies.

He sees something in you.

Might not be apparent from his tone, but it's the truth. He believes in you.

I'm sorry I disappointed him.

The king is a complicated man.

But he wants what's right for the Seven Kingdoms.

As long as he's ruling them.

He's the one true king.

He has the blood right to that throne.

I sworn to stay clear of the politics of the Seven Kingdoms.

Have you now?

How does the Night's Watch vow go again?

I bet you've got it memorized since you got here.

Night gathers and now my watch begins...

Not that bit, the bit at the end.

I'm the sword in the darkness, the watcher on the walls, the shield that guards the realm of men.

I pledge my life...

Okay, that's enough.

Shield that guards the realm of men.

That's what you swore to be.

Now I'm not a learned man, the best way of helping the most people might not be sitting in a frozen castle at the edge of the world.

It just might mean wading in the muck and getting your boots dirty and doing what needs to be done.

And what needs to be done?

As long as the Boltons rule the North, the North will suffer.

Just one man's opinion.

What do you want?

Who are you?

What?

You, who walk in here with a coin you never earned, whose value you do not respect.

Who are you?

No one. Ou! c**t!

A lie, a sad little lie.

Who are you?

I told you, I'm no...

Do that again and...

Who are you?

You're about to find out.

What are you doing?

We're only playing.

The game of faces.

That girl is not ready.

Clearly not.

I am ready.

For what?

For every you want to be a Faceless Man.

To be no one.

Whose sword is that?

It belongs to Arya Stark.

Arya Stark's sword, Arya Stark's clothes, Arya Stark's stolen silver.

A man wonders how is it that no one came to be surrounded by Arya Stark's things?

What do you do with them after you wash them?

Open gates!

Hold up!

Lady Sansa, welcome.

Lord Bolton.

May I introduce my son, Ramsay Bolton?

It's an honor to meet you.

I'll bring you a bowl of hot water.

You must want to wash.

Thank you.

Welcome home, Lady Stark.

The North remembers.

Maester Aemon?

He apologizes for not being here.

He's not feeling well.

Take good care of him.

I will drink it then.

He'll lose.

As you all know too well, it's long past time to dig a new latrine pit.

First Builder Yarwyck and I have decided to appoint a latrine captain to oversee this crucial task.

Brian.

It seems like a good job for a ginger.

Ser Alliser.

You have more experience than any other soldier at Castle Black.

You proved your valour many times over by defending the Wall from the wildling attack.

I name you First Ranger.

Lord Janos.

I'm giving you command of Greyguard.

Greyguard is a ruin.

Yes, the fort is in a sorry state.

Restore it as best you can.

First Builder Yarwyck can spare...

I was charged with the defense of King's Landing when you were soiling your swaddling clothes.

Keep your ruin.

Alright, alright.

Enough of that.

You mistake me, my Lord.

That was a command, not an offer.

Pack your arms and armour, say your farewells, and ride for Greyguard.

I will not go meekly off to freeze and die.

Give it to one of the fools who cast a stone for you.

I will not have it.

You hear me, boy?

I will not have it!

You refusing to obey my order?

You can stick your order up your b*st*rd arse.

Take Lord Janos outside.

Ollie, bring me my sword.

You cannot do this!

Get your hands off me!

You're scum! All of you!

The boy thinks he can frighten me?

He's mistaken, yes, very mistaken.

A disgrace!

I have friends, important friends in the capital!

You'll see!

If you have any last words, my Lord... now is the time.

I was wrong. You're the Lord Commander!

We all serve you. I'm sorry. Not only for this, for all I've done and said.

I was wrong!

My Lord, please, mercy! Mercy!

I'll go! I will!

Please.

I'm afraid.

I've always been afraid.

You have served us well, my son.

Thank you, Father!

Which of the Seven will you worship today?

The Maiden...where is the Maiden?

And the Stranger.

Two is extra, you realize...

Yes, yes.

What are you doing?

This establishment belong to Lord Petyr Baelish. You can't...

You have profaned our Faith.

The Faith of our fathers and forefathers.

I am the High Septon of the...

You are a sinner.

And you shall be punished.

Sinner! Sinner!

Sinner! Repent!

Sinner! Sinner!

Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!

Sinner! Shame on you! Sinner!

Sinner!

Your Grace, Grandmaester, Lord Tyrell...

Uh, it doesn't matter.

As the High Septon of the Faith of the Seven I give voice to the will of the Gods and I am their foremost servant in this world.

An insult to me is an insult to the Gods.

An assault on my person is an assault on our very religion.

You were assaulted?

I was.

By those fanatics who call themselves sparrows.

And they humiliated me, they... they beat me, they left me naked and bleeding on the cobblestones.

I am lucky to be alive.

I heard this all began in Littlefinger's brothel.

High Septon, this is a rather shocking thing to hear.

I tend to both the highest born and the lowliest amongst us.

Even prostitutes may earn the mercy of the Mother.

So you were administering to the needs of these devout prostitutes?

A man's private affairs ought to stay private.

What do you want from us, High Septon?

Justice!

I ask that you protect our Faith by arresting these criminals and throw them in the black cells.

I ask that you execute their leader, the so-called High Sparrow.

He's a threat to everything we hold sacred.

If he goes unpunished...

And where do I find this man?

This High Sparrow?

I don't think this is a good idea, Your Grace.

Nonsense, Ser Meryn. These are deeply religious people.

Where can I find the High Sparrow?

Seven blessings...

Thank the Gods.

Just a little more.

Thank you for the soup.

The young man said I would find the High Sparrow back here. Where is he?

High Sparrow?

Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?

Like Lord Duckling, or King Turtle.

So, it's meant to...

We're often stuck with the names our enemies give to us.

The notion that we are all equal in the eyes of Seven doesn't sit well with some so they belittle me.

Seven blessings to you.

Seven blessings to you, my dear.

It's only a name, quite an easy burden to wear.

Far easier than hers.

Why no shoes?

Because I gave them away to someone who needed them more.

We all do that.

It stops us from forgetting who we really are.

Is that why you came to King's Landing?

To remind everyone?

Everyone? I have a hard time reminding myself.

Well, I tell them no one's special.

They think I'm special for telling them so.

Perhaps they're right.

It would be comforting to believe that, wouldn't it?

The Gods sent you here to tempt me?

I hope not.

I'd assumed you'd only come here to arrest me.

For that incident with the High Septon.

An unacceptable way to treat the chosen representative of the Gods in this world, wouldn't you say?

Hypocrisy is a boil.

Lancing a boil is never pleasant.

Although, they could have been more careful with the blade.

The High Septon came to speak to me today.

He doesn't want me to arrest you, he wants me to execute you.

I wouldn't presume to know your thoughts on the matter.

My thoughts on the matter align with your own.

The High Septon's behaviour was corosive, as was his attitude.

Having a man like that reside in the Sept eats away the Faith from the inside.

So now he resides in the Red Keep's dungeons instead.

The Faith and the Crown are the two pillars that hold up this world.

If one collapses, so does the other.

You must do everything necessary to protect one another.

Your Grace.

Send a message to Littlefinger in the Eyrie or wherever he's slythering about.

At once, Your Grace.

How's your work coming along?

Very well.

You've made progress?

More than I've expected.

Still a way to go, but...

Very good. I'll leave you to it then.

Make sure Littlefinger is clear on the meaning of the word "immediate".

Shh...

Easy, friend.

Come on, children.

She really is lovely.

I hope I can make her happy.

I hope so too.

I've become quite fond of Lady Sansa during our travels together.

She suffered enough.

I'll never hurt her.

You have my word.

I've heard very little about you.

Which makes you quite a rare thing, as lords go.

I haven't been a lord very long.

I was a b*st*rd.

And you're not anymore.

Allow me a moment alone with Lord Baelish.

Yes, father. And thank you, Lord Baelish.

I'm forever in your debt.

He seems pleased.

Shouldn't he be?

I assure you she's still a virgin.

Tyrion never consumated the marriage. By the law of the land, she's no man's wife.

Inspect her, if you must.

I leave that to the brothel keeper.

It's her name I need, not her virtue.

I have delivered everything I've promised.

And you prepared for the consequences.

When the Lannisters hear I've wed Sansa Stark to Ramsay.

The Lannister name doesn't mean what it once did.

Tywin is dead.

He kept his house in power through sheer will.

Without him, Jaime has one hand and no allies, Tommen is a soft boy, not a king to fear.

The Queen will be enraged.

Queen Margaery adores Sansa.

Cersei is Queen Mother, a title whose importance wanes with each passing day.

You noticed, still as friends men in important places, whom she can ask for favours.

A message for you, from Cersei Lannister.

A rider arrived from Eyrie, shortly before dawn.

Apparently, she thinks you're still in the Vale.

A message for me, you say.

Strange that the seal is broken.

I'm sure you understand my position, Lord Baelish.

If you received word in the night from the Queen Mother, it does make me question our new alliance.

Lannisters made you one of the great lords of Westeros.

Yet, here you are in the North, undermining them.

Why gamble with your position?

Every ambitious move is a gamble.

You gambled when you drove a dagger into Robb Stark's heart.

It appears that your gamble paid off.

You're Warden of the North.

I had Tywin Lannister backing.

Who supports me now? 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.

I'd like to borrow one of your birds.

Cersei will expect a reply.

I'd like to read the reply.

I have to get out of this wheelhouse.

Volantis is a large city.

I have to get out of this wheelhouse.

The likelihood of you being spotted here increases a hundred fold.

I have to get out of this wheelhouse.

I'm not sure how many new ways I can find of saying this.

I will not be of any use to Daenerys Targaryen if I lose my mind.

I can't remember the last face I saw that wasn't yours.

It's a perfectly good face.

I'm losing my mind.

If anyone recognizes you, you'll lose more than...

Look, we are thousands of miles from Westeros.

What am I?

One more drunk dwarf.

We have to go now. Come on.

Hold it, hold it!

Slaves.

The Volantene masters are very organized.

Flies for dung shovelers.

Hammers for builders.

Tears for whores.

Lest they forget.

We should keep moving.

The only red priest we had in King's Landing was Thoros of Myr.

This one's much better looking.

Stone men.

Good luck stopping this spread of grayscale with prayer.

You'd have better luck dancing away the plague.

We're going to meet the Saviour.

You should have told me.

Who doesn't want to meet the Saviour?

Come on.

Let's find a brothel.

It's even better luck to suck a dwarf's cock.

See? We blend right in.

Just two more travellers, mad with lust.

Thank you.

Curious hair.

The Mother of Dragons.

It appears you're not the only Targaryen supporter.

Someone who inspires priests and whores is worth taking seriously.

What makes you ***?

The magic.

Well, she's taken.

Where're you going?

I need to speak to someone with hair.

Hello?

Hello.

You've got no drink.

You've got no money.

Do I look like a man without money?

Never trust looks.

Until quite recently, I was one of the richest men in the world.

But who needs wealth when you can make a woman laugh?

I always pay my debts, I'm well known for it.

You like her?

They all like her.

They all want to f*ck a queen.

Because they never met a queen.

You're just saying that.

You know how to spot a liar.

If I could pick any girl here, I would pick you.

Because you have a skeptical mind.

Alright, then. I'm warning you. You're gonna have to wash you first.

Come on.

I'm...I'm sorry, I can't.

Of course you can.

You're shy.

I'm not.

Have another drink.

Gladly, but this, I can't do.

Believe me, no one is more shocked than I am.

I hope it passes.

What will I do in my spare time?

Go for a piss, let it stopped No need to worry, I was just... Oh...

I thought you were someone else.

Show is almost over.

I'm sure the girls inside will be happy to oblige.

You made some kind of mistake. Why don't you tell me what you think you are doing and...

I'm taking you to the Queen.

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In old times, whenever Braavos stood in danger, the Titan would step with fire in its eyes, wade into the sea and smash the enemies.

It's just a statue.

Haha. Don't be afraid. He's announcing our arrival.

I'm not afraid.

The House of Black and White.

This is where you'll find the man you seek.

Here, I leave you.

Thank you for bringing me.

Any man in Braavos would have done the same.

Valar morghulis.

Valar dohaeris.

Hello.

Valar morghulis.

Jaqen H'ghar gave me this.

No one here by that name.

Please!

I've crossed the narrow sea. I have nowhere else to go.

You have everywhere else to go.

But wait!

Cersei...Walder Frey...

The Mountain...Meryn Trant.

Cersei...Walder Frey...

The Mountain...Meryn Trant.

Cersei...

Walder Frey...

The Mountain...

Meryn Trant.

Cersei...

Walder Frey...

The Mountain...

Meryn Trant.

Cersei...

Walder Frey...

The Mountain...

Meryn Trant...

Must be good food if it's crowded.

Before we left, a maester gave you a raven's scroll.

You are becoming an observant young lady.

My mother used to say "dog weakens dog's words".

An old saying. Inaccurate in this case.

So it's good news.

My marriage proposal has been accepted.

I thought you still mourned the death of my beloved Aunt Lysa.

I'll have some.

My Lady...

What is it?

Sansa Stark. Don't look!

You sure?

She's dyed her hair, but it's her.

She's sitting with Petyr Baelish.

Littlefinger?

A bunch of knights with them.

Bunch? Bunch...Six? Twenty?

Ten, I think. Too many.

My Lady, I don't think this is...

Ready the horses!

We only have one horse.

Find more!

Do you like the taste?

Don't see what all the fuss is about.

Why do men love it so much?

It gives some men courage.

Does it give you courage?

That's far enough.

Lord Baelish.

Lady Sansa.

My name is Brienne of Tarth.

We've met, with Renly Baratheon.

What did he say about you?

He said, Your loyalty came free of charge.

Someone appears to have paid quite a bit for it since then.

Lady Sansa.

Before your mother's death, I was her sworn sword.

I gave my word I will find you and protect you.

I will shield your back and keep your counsel, and give my life for you if needs be.

I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.

Please, lady Brienne.

No need for such formality.

You were Catelyn Stark's sworn sword.

I was.

Strange.

I knew Cat since the time we were children. She never mentioned you.

It was after Renly's murder.

Ah, yes.

You were accused of killing him.

I tried to save him.

But you were accused.

By men who did not see what happened.

And what did happen?

He was murdered by a shadow.

A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon.

A shadow?

With a face?

This woman swore to protect Renly, she failed.

She swore to protect your mother, she failed.

Why would I want somebody with your history of failure guarding Lady Sansa?

Why would you have any saying in her affairs?

Because I am her uncle.

I married her Aunt Lysa shortly before my beloved's untimely death.

We're family now. And you are an outsider.

Forgive me, Lady Brienne.

But experience has made me wary of outsiders.

Lady Sansa... if we can have a word alone...

Please, my Lady, if I can explain...

I saw you at Joffrey's wedding... bowing to the king.

Neither of us wanted to be there.

Sometimes we don't have a choice.

And sometimes we do.

You should leave.

We don't want our new friend wandering the countryside alone.

The roads in these parts aren't safe.

Why don't you stay?

I'm gonna ask you to stay.

Stop! Stop! After him!

Podrick!

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Stop!

That's a good boy. Come on.

Come on!

No, no, no, stop!

Guess that means you're unarmed.

Don't! Put that down!

Podrick?

Yes, my Lady?

You can stand now.

Yes, my Lady.

Sansa Stark?

Wary of strangers, as she should be.

I saw her riding on the Eastroad with Littlefinger.

We'll follow them.

My Lady... if both Stark girls refused your service, maybe you're released from your vow.

I swore to their mother I would protect those girls.

They don't want your protection.

You think she's safe with Littlefinger?

No, my Lady.

Get your horse.

A summons from the Queen.

There are only two like it in the world.

The one I'm wearing and the one I gave to Myrcella.

It's a threat.

Of course it's a threat.

Our daughter is alone in Dorne surrounded by people who hate our family.

It's a threat, No note?

They blame us for the death of Oberyn and his sister.

And every other tragedy that has befallen their accursed country.

I will burn their cities to the ground if they touch her.

Softer.

What?

Not so loud.

Our daughter is in danger and you're worried I am speaking too loudly?

No one can know she's our daughter.

Then don't call her your daughter.

You've never been a father to her.

If I was a father to any of my children, they'd be stoned in the streets.

And what has your caution brought?

Our eldest child murdered at his own wedding, our only daughter shipped off to Dorne, our baby boy set to marry that smirking whore from Highgarden!

I'm gonna make things better.

You've never made anything better.

I'm going to Dorne.

And I'm bringing our daughter home.

You can't just ask Prince Doran to give her back.

She's promised to his son.

I'm not going to ask him anything.

You go down there with an army it's an act of war.

No army.

Do you know where they're keeping her?

Oberyn mentioned the Water Gardens.

I'll find her.

Is there anything else, Your Grace?

You're going to Dorne.

A one-handed man.

Alone.

Who said I was going alone?

No sunfloweres. I don't like yellow.

Roses are very nice, definitely roses.

And music. I adore music.

But no flutes.

I hate flutes. We can have a harp, if you like, but no flutes.

Then there's the food.

The food is the most important thing, don't you agree?

We're gonna need pigeon pies.

That's what they eat in the capital, don't they?

Don't they?

Don't who?

People eat pigeon pie in the capital.

They certainly do, my dear.

They certainly do.

It's a fine place, isn't it?

A fine place.

I never thought I'd be settling down in a place like this.

You won't.

Pardon?

We won't get to live at Stokeworth.

When mother dies, my sister gets the castle because she's older.

She hates me.

She calls me mean names and sometimes even still she pulls my hair when mother's not looking.

You know what I think?

I think you're a good person.

And your sister is a mean person.

She is.

I've been all over the world and if there's one thing I've learned, is that meanness comes around.

People like your sister, they always get what's coming for them, eventually.

One way or another.

Who's that?

Jaime f*cking Lannister.

Ser Jaime?

Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.

I was very sorry to hear about your father.

Thank you.

This is my betrothed, Lollys.

A pleasure.

Run along, love.

Beautiful young bride you've chosen.

When are you planning on getting married?

Just get on with it.

On with what?

What you're here for.

There's no way this little visit could possibly mean anything good for me.

It's very good for you.

Lollys will be marrying Ser Willys Bracken.

We've made a deal, your sister and I.

I would have advised against that.

How is this good for me?

Because you're going to come with me and help me with something important.

And when we return...

I'm gonna give you a much better girl and a much better castle.

Return from where?

As far south as south goes.

You are my queen.

The prince does not wish to be disturbed.

Remove yourself from my path or I'll take that long axe and I'll shove it up your...

Captain... let her pass.

Your brother was murdered... and you sit here in the Water Gardens staring at the sky and doing nothing.

Oberyn was slain during a trial by combat by a lord. That is no murder.

Your brother...

You don't have to remind me.

He was my brother long before he was anything to you.

What will you know about his death?

I will bury him. I will mourn for him.

And then?

You would have me go to war.

The whole country would have you go to war.

Then we are lucky the whole country does not decide.

The Sand Snakes are with me.

We have the love of their people.

They will avenge their father while you sit here in your chair doing nothing.

Oberyn is dead.

And this Lannister girl skips about the Water Gardens eating our food, breathing our air.

How many of your brothers and sisters do they have to kill?

Let me have her.

Let me send her to Cersei one finger at a time.

I loved my brother.

And you made him very happy.

For that, you will always have a place in my heart.

But we do not mutilate little girls for vengeance.

Not here.

Not while I rule.

And how long would that be?

The Unsullied are too conspicuous.

Anyone can see them coming from a mile off.

'Course you haven't found any Sons of the Harpy.

You haven't, have you?

My Second Sons on the other hand... they drink, they whore, fight in streets, they blend in.

They overhear things in taverns.

Follow people from the taverns to nice quiet alleys.

Break a few fingers, overhear a few more things... before you know it...

No one here.

We go.

In a hurry?

You're afraid?

Unsullied fear nothing.

Right.

That's your problem.

You understood fear once, long ago, but you forgot what it means.

Someone who's forgotten fear... has forgotten how to hide.

Fear is useful that way.

Sons of the Harpy... they want to put a collar back on my neck.

On all of our necks. Please, Your Grace...

you must kill him.

It would send a message.

I think you should exercise restraint...

Your Grace.

Well, for one thing, he may have valuable information.

Well, the Son of the Harpy has no more valuable information.

How do you know that?

Because I questioned him.

And the information you did get... he is young and..

He is born free.

Why should he want to bring back slavery?

What did it do for him?

Perhaps the only thing that gave him pride was knowing that there was someone lower than he was.

They pay him.

Great families, afraid to do a thing.

They pay poor men to do it for them.

And how do you know this?

Everyone know this.

I don't know it.

And I'm the head of a great family.

We do not know what this man did or didn't do.

Give him a trial at least.

A fair trial.

Show all the citizens of Meereen that you are better than those who would depose you.

Teach them a better way.

I do not know the place from where old ser comes.

Things maybe are different there, I hope.

But here, in Meereen, before Daenerys Stormborn they own us.

So we learn much about them... or we do not live long.

They teach me what they are.

Mercy, fair trial... these mean nothing to them.

All they understand is blood.

Thank you all for your council.

Your Grace... a word, please, I beg you.

About what?

About your father.

About the Mad King.

The Mad King?

You're here to remind me of my enemies' lies?

Consider me reminded.

Your Grace...

I served in his Kingsguard.

I was at his side from the first.

Your enemies did not lie.

Go on.

When the people rose and revolted against him your father set their tongues cast them in flames.

He murdered sons in front of their fathers.

He burned men alive with wildfire and laughed as they screamed, and his efforts to stamp out dissent led to a rebellion that killed every Targaryen... except two.

I'm not my father.

No, Your Grace, thank the gods.

But the Mad King gave his enemies the justice he thought they deserved.

And each time, it made him feel powerful... and right... until the very end.

I will not have the Son of the Harpy executed without a fair trial.

Your Grace.

There's a bug.

Yes, best be careful.

You might accidentally consume some solid food.

When I agreed to come with you, did I misrepresent my intentions?

Besides, what else is there for me to do inside this f*cking box?

You don't like it?

I want to take a walk.

You can't.

Cersei has offered a lordship to the man who brings her your head.

She ought to offer her c**t.

Best part of her for the best part of me.

Well, I suppose a box is as good a place for me as anywhere.

Are we really going to spend the entire road to Volantis talking about the futility of everything.

You're right, there's no point.

The road to Volantis?

You said we are going to Meereen. What's in Volantis?

The road to Meereen.

And what do you hope to find at the end on the road to Meereen?

I told you. A ruler.

But you've already got a ruler.

Everywhere has already got a ruler.

Every pile of sh1t on the side of every road has someone's banner hanging from it.

You are quite good, do you know?

At ruling.

During your brief tenure as Hand.

I didn't rule, I was a servant.

Still, a man of talent.

Managed to kill a lot of people?

Yes, but you showed great promise in other areas as well.

She wanted me to leave King's Landing.

She begged me.

I wouldn't go.

'Cause I liked it.

Power... even as a servant.

People follow leaders and they will never follow us.

They find us repulsive.

I find us repulsive.

And we find them... repulsive, which is why we surround ourselves with large comfortable boxes to keep them away.

And yet... no matter what we do... people like you and me are never really satisfied inside the box.

Not for long.

You're right.

Let's go for a walk.

How many dwarves are there in the world?

Is Cersei going to kill them all?

Not him.

You're trying to deceive your queen?

Should I throw them in a cell, Your Grace?

It won't be necessary, Ser Meryn.

I don't want to dissuade the other hunters.

Mistakes will be made.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Thanks.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Thank you.

Take the head.

Let me, Your Grace.

I would take it if you don't mind.

It could prove useful for my work.

Very good.

Over there would be fine.

You heard the man, over there.

You're the hand of the King.

No, uncle.

Clearly, it would not be appropriate for a woman to assume that role.

I'm merely advising my son until he comes of age and chooses a Hand for himself.

Your Grace, I would be willing to serve provisionally as the King's Hand until he becomes full...

You're a good man, Lord Tyrell, but I don't imagine we'll have the time.

In addition to be Master of Ships, the King has appointed you Master of Coin.

Oh, Your Grace.

He called your experience and wisdom in financial matters unparalleled.

He said he would be honored to have you represent the Crown's interest in the same.

The honor is all mine, Your Grace.

Y-Y-Your Grace, in the past, on several occasions, a Grand Maester has served as the King's Hand.

The King's named Qyburn the new Master of Whispers.

Your Grace, this-this man? Th-This embarassment to the Citadel?

Your Grace... what qualifications can he possibly have for this post?

The qualification of loyalty, Grand Maester.

That's far more than the eunuch ever had.

Far more than many ever have.

I must say... I can not...

Uncle Kevan, in light of your position as Commander of the Lannister Armies, it would please the King if you would serve as his Master of War.

No man living better deserves the title.

That is kind of you to say.

I would like to hear it from the King himself.

Well, the King is very busy at this moment.

He should be here, learning what it means to rule.

He is learning.

On this occasion, in his capacity as ruler, he's asked me to speak on his behalf.

I returned to the capital to pay my respects to my brother, and to you, and to serve the King.

I did not return to the capital to serve as your puppet.

To watch you stack the Small Council with sycophants.

Sending your own brother away...

My brother has left the capital to lead a sensitive diplomatic mission.

What mission?

That is not your concern as Master of War.

I do not recognize your authority to dictate what is and is not my concern.

You are the Queen Mother.

Nothing more.

You would abandon your king in his time of need?

If he wants to send for me, I'll be waiting for him.

At Casterly Rock.

Come on, you know this one.

It looks like an animal.

Snake.

S-S-Sn... "S".

It's an "S".

Right, very good.

Hmm, did you know that the youngest Lord Commander in history, Osric Stark, was elected at the age of 10?

I know "S".

You'll learn, I promise.

I taught Ser Davos.

Old people are terrible at learning new things.

Well, you are a wonderful teacher.

Very patient.

I only said that the more time that you spend practicing the faster you will be able to read.

That's all right.

We're doing just fine.

I'm sure you and Ostrich Stark have a lot to talk about.

How old were you when you learned how to read?

3.

Were you taught by your mother?

Our Maester Cressen did.

I had a lot of time to practice. My mother kept me inside because...

What do you call it in the south? What happened to your face.

Grayscale.

What would you call it in the north of the Wall?

I don't know.

But two of my sisters had it. They both died.

How did they cure you?

I don't remember. I was a baby.

A lot of people came and tried, I think.

Whatever they did, it went away.

What happened to your sisters?

My father made them move out to the keep, outside.

None of us were allowed to go near them.

But we heard them, especially at night.

They started to sound not like themselves.

Did you ever see them?

Only once, at the end.

They were covered with it.

Their faces, their arms, they acted like animals.

My father had to drag them out to the woods on a rope.

What did he do with them in the woods?

Mother.

Leave us.

Your Grace.

You need to stay away from that girl.

She's a wildling.

Her name's Gilly.

She's nice. I'm teaching her to read.

She's a wildling. Your father defeated her people.

He executed their king for treason.

They could strike at him by striking at you.

Gilly wouldn't do that.

You have no idea what people will do.

All your books and you still don't know.

I ordered Mance Rayder burned at the stake.

You prevented that order from being carried out.

You showed mercy to Mance Rayder.

The King's word is law.

Perhaps you should ask Ser Davos how much mercy I show to lawbreakers.

Show too much kindness, people won't fear you.

If they don't fear you, they don't follow you.

With respect, Your Grace, the free folk will never follow you no matter what you do.

You're the man who burned their king alive.

Who then?

No. Only one of their own.

Do you know this wretched girl?

Lyanna Mormont.

Lord Commander's niece.

Lady of Bear Island.

And a child of ten.

I asked her to commit her house to my court. That's her response.

Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is Stark.

That amuses you.

I apologize, Your Grace.

Northerners commit a bit like the free folk.

Loyal to their own.

I know.

My brother, Robert, went on often and loudly about how difficult it was to control them.

Even with your father's help.

Tonight, the Night's Watch elect a new Lord Commander.

Ser Alliser Thorne is going to win.

Most likely.

One pleasant man.

He thinks you're a traitor.

What's your life gonna be like here at the Wall, with Thorne in command?

Unpleasant, I expect.

Your bravery made him look weak.

He'll punish you for it.

I don't punish men for bravery.

I reward them.

I don't doubt that, Your Grace.

But I am a brother of the Night's Watch.

I have pledged them my life, my honor, my sword.

I don't know what I have left to give you.

You can give me the North.

I can't.

Even if I wanted to, I'm a b*st*rd.

A Snow.

Kneel before me. Lay your sword at my feet.

Pledge me your service and you'll rise again as Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell.

He'll make you a Stark with a stroke of a pen.

It's the first thing I ever remember wanting.

I daydreamed that my father would ask the king.

Just like that I would never be the b*st*rd of Winterfell again.

No, you deserve that. You do.

I-I couldn't be happier for you.

I'm gonna refuse him.

But... you'd be Lord of Winterfell.

I swore a vow to the Night's Watch.

If I don't take my own word seriously, what sort of Lord of Winterfell would that be?

Hey.

Crowded, You'd think we were serving venison stew.

Does anyone wish to speak for candidates... before we cast our tokens... for the 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch?

Ser Alliser Thorne is not just a knight, he's a man of true nobility.

He was Acting Commander when the Wall came under attack and led us to victory against the wildlings.

Yes.

He's a veteran of 100 battles and he's been a defender of the Watch and the Wall almost all of his life.

Nice.

He's the only true choice.

Yes.

Yes.

Ser Denys Mallister joined the Watch as a boy and he served loyally longer than any of the Ranger.

That's right.

Through ten winters he served.

As Commander of the Shadow Tower... he kept the wildlings away.

We could do no better.

If there's no one else... we will begin the voting.

The triangular tokens count for Ser Alliser Thorne.

The square token for Ser Denys Mallister.

Maester Aemon...

Samwell Tarly, go on.

Sam the Slayer.

Another wildling lover, just like his friend, Jon Snow.

How's your lady love, Slayer?

Her name is Gilly.

Ser Slynt knows her quite well.

They cowered together in the larder during the battle for the Wall.

Lies!

A wildling girl, a baby, and Lord Janos.

I found him there after the battle was over.

In a puddle of his own making.

Whilst Lord Janos was hiding with the women and children Jon Snow was leading.

Ser Alliser fought bravely, it is true, but when he was wounded, it was Jon who saved us.

He took charge of the Wall's defense, he killed the Magnar of the Thenns, he went North to deal with Mance Rayder.

Knowing it will almost certainly mean his own death.

Before that, he lead the mission to avenge the Lord Commander Mormont.

Mormont himself chose Jon to be his steward.

He saw something in Jon.

And now we've all seen it too.

He may be young, but he's the commander we turned to when the night was darkest.

Yeah!

Can't argue with any of that.

But who does Jon Snow want to command?

The Night's Watch?

Or the wildlings?

Everyone knows he loved a wildling girl.

Spoke with Mance Rayder many times.

What would have happened in that tent between those two old friends if Stannis's army hadn't come along?

We all saw him put the King-Beyond-the-Wall out of his misery.

Do you want to choose a man who has fought the wildlings all his life or a man who makes love to them?

It is time!

Appears to be a tie, maester.

Jon Snow! Jon Snow!

Jon Snow! Jon Snow!

Jon Snow! Jon Snow!

You! You!

What have you got there?

I said...

Turn around and go!

Turn around... and go!

That's a nice little sword.

Worth a hundred pigeons a sword like that.

Nothing's worth anything to dead men.

Quickly, go! Go!

Who are you?

Why were they scared of you?

You lost this.

You said there was no Jaqen H'ghar here.

There isn't.

A man is not Jaqen H'ghar.

Who are you then?

No one.

And that is who a girl must become.

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

Mhysa! Mhysa!

She should have cut the traitor's head in the Great Pyramid and be done with it.

That's what I keep telling her to do to you.

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

Mhysa! l'll stand guard outside your door tonight, Your Grace.

We all guard tonight.

Leave me.

Drogon!

Shh...

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A royal wedding is history.

( coughs )

He's choking!

Joffrey!

Come with me now.

Cersei: Joffrey!

He poisoned my son.

Take him. Take him!

You're safe with me and sailing home.

They say 1,000 slaves died building the Great Pyramid of Meereen.

Tywin: Your brother is dead.

Do you know what that means?

It means I'll become king.

Yes. Now, as the king, you will have to marry.

I demand a trial by combat.

( screaming )

Tyrion Lannister, you are hereby sentenced to death.

He came from the sky.

My girl.

My little girl.

Myrcella is my only daughter.

Dorne is the safest place for her.

You're Arya Stark.

I'll take you to safety.

( screaming )

Arya!

Arya!

Ser Lancel, Cersei must have great trust in you.

Get back to bed.

More wine, Your Grace? a boar got me.

100 generations have defended this castle.

She will not fall tonight.

Styr: Let's kill some crows!

Are you attacking us?

We don't have the men.

Stand down!

It is customary to kneel when surrendering to a king.

We do not kneel.

What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

( choking )

( grunts )

I'm sorry.

( door creaks )

Tyrion.

You're no son of mine.

I am your son.

( groans )

What have you done?

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♪ Game of Thrones 5x01 ♪
The Wars to Come
Original Air Date on April 12, 2015

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( footsteps )

( bird cawing )

We shouldn't be out here alone.

Why not?

If your father--

He'll never know we're gone.

But if he finds out...

You don't need to be afraid of my father.

( insects buzzing )

Are you sure?

We shouldn't go in.

Of course we should.

( insects buzzing )

( screeches )

( shrieks, gasps )[/i]

Get out. Get out!

Let's go.

Listen to your friend.

They said that you were terrifying with cat's teeth and three eyes.

You're not terrifying.

You're boring.

You don't know what I am.

I know you're a witch and you can see the future.

Tell me mine.

Everyone wants to know their future until they know their future.

This is my father's land. My land.

Tell me my future or I'll have your two boring eyes gouged out of your head.

( chuckles )

Your blood.

Give me a taste.

( whimpers )

Three questions you get.

You won't like the answers.

I've been promised to the prince.

When will we marry?

You will never wed the prince.

You will wed the king.

But I will be queen?

Oh, yes.

You'll be queen.

For a time.

Then comes another, younger, more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear.

W-will the king and I have children?

No. The king will have 20 children and you will have three.

That doesn't make sense.

Gold will be their crowns.

Gold their shrouds.

( laughs )

Girl: Come on, we have to go.

( laughter echoes )

We have to go! Cersei!

( litter creaking )

Man: Bearers, put it down.

[i]( thuds )

( creaking stops )

( door opens )

( bell tolling )

Man: Bearers, up.

Away.

[i]( bell continues tolling )

High Septon: Your Grace, we are honored by your presence.

The mourners are waiting.

They will keep waiting.

I want a moment alone with him.

But, Your Grace, many of these lords and ladies have travelled day and night to be here from all seven kingdoms.

They will wait.

( door closes )

( footsteps echoing )

He never wanted you to be a Kingsguard, but here you are, protecting his dead body.

What he built, it's ours.

He built it for us. He meant it for us.

They're going to try to take it away.

All of it.

They?

All of them out there, our enemies.

They're waiting in line to make sure he's really dead.

And as soon as they see the stones on his eyes, they'll set to work on tearing us apart.

They have nothing to do with it.

The man who murdered our father, he tore us apart.

He's the enemy. I've been telling you for years.

You've been defending him for years.

This is exactly what they want.

And now our father is dead and that little monster is out there somewhere drawing breath.

Did you set him free?

Tyrion may be a monster, but at least he killed our father on purpose.

You killed him by mistake.

With stupidity.

You're a man of action, aren't you?

When it occurs to you to do something, you do it.

Never mind the consequences.

Take a look.

Look at the consequences.

Here they are.

He loved you more than anyone in this world.

( waves crashing )

( bell dinging )

( seagulls screeching )

( chattering, laughing )

( heavy breathing )

( distant dog barking )

( birds chirping )

( thuds, wood creaking )

( heavy breathing )

( grunts )

( groaning )

( grunts )[/i]

Apologies.

I still don't see why I had to stay in this f*cking crate once we set sail.

I saved your life.

If they catch you, they catch me.

I cannot say I feel overly guilty about leaving you in that f*cking crate.

Do you know what it's like to stuff your sh1t through one of those airholes?

No, I only know what it's like to pick up your sh1t and throw it overboard.

Pentos?

The home of my colleague Illyrio Mopatis, a merchant.

He and I met many years ago through mutual friends.

A group of people who saw Robert Baratheon for the disaster he was.

We tried to do what was best for the realm by supporting a Targaryen restoration.

And thus began the chain of mistakes that has led us both here.

Things have gotten worse, not better.

Westeros needs to be saved from itself.

Much better.

My lord?

I don't think I am anymore.

A lord.

Are you a lord if you kill your father?

I don't imagine they revoke your nobility for killing a whore.

It must happen all the time.

You already drank yourself across the Narrow Sea.

In a box. Why stop now?

Because we are talking about the future of our country.

The future is sh1t.

Just like the past.

( wine pouring )

( men shouting )

( creaking )

( dog barking )

( chatter )

( woman moaning )

( speaking Valyrian )[/i]

( humming )

( gurgling )

( gasping )

Daenerys: The Sons of the Harpy?

Yes, Your Grace. They left it on the body.

They've never killed before.

It was only a matter of time, Your Grace.

Conquerors always meet with resistance.

I didn't conquer them. Their own people did.

( speaking Valyrian )

He did not risk his life fighting for his freedom so cowards in masks could take it away.

And I did not take up residence in this pyramid so I could watch the city below decline into chaos.

What was the name of the man you lost?

White Rat, Your Grace.

I want him buried with honor, publically in the Temple of the Graces.

The Sons of the Harpy will hear that message.

Make them very angry.

Angry snakes lash out.

Makes chopping off their heads that much easier.

Find the men who did this and bring them to me.

Your Grace.

Torgo Nudho.

Missandei hin Naath.

I wanted to speak with you.

Why do you come?

White Rat, the Unsullied who...

I have heard they found his body in a brothel.

I have heard that more than one Unsullied has been known to visit Meereen's brothels.

May I ask you why?

Why would an Unsullied go to a brothel?

I do not know.

I must go.

( shouts, grunting )

Get your shield up.

It's too heavy.

If it wasn't heavy, it wouldn't stop a sword.

Now get it up.

Come. Try it again.

Drive at me. Keep your shield up.

Or I'll ring your head like a bell.

Shouldn't you be training, too?

Well, I'm hardly a new recruit.

How many brothers can say that they've killed a white walker and a Thenn?

I might be the first in history.

Man: Shield up.

Alliser: These men need a firm hand.

Always have.

They're poachers and thieves.

Not soldiers.

That one hates me.

Sam: If Ser Alliser is chosen as the new Lord Commander...

He hates the wildlings.

( baby fussing )

All the wildlings.

Don't let them send us away.

It's not a sure thing.

Ser Denys Mallister has commanded the Shadow Tower for 20 years and people say he's a good man.

He's running against Ser Alliser--

Sam, don't let them send us away.

I told you.

Wherever you go, I go, too.

You can't leave. They'll execute you.

Good, good, pivot. Don't forget to pivot.

Shield up.

The king wants a word.

( chains rattling )

( wind howling )

You're not cold, my lady?

Never.

The Lord's fire lives within me, Jon Snow.

Feel.

Are you a virgin?

Good.

Your Grace.

The b*st*rd of Winterfell.

You know who rules at Winterfell now?

Roose Bolton.

Mmm, the traitor who plunged a dagger in Robb Stark's heart.

Don't you want to avenge him?

I want a great many things, Your Grace.

But I'm a sworn brother of the Night's Watch now.

I've been talking to your sworn brothers.

Many of them love you.

They're good men.

Many don't.

You were seen taking the body of a wildling girl north of the Wall.

Why?

It's where she belonged.

Some of the Night's Watch feel you have too much affection for the wildlings.

They were born on the wrong side of the Wall.

That doesn't make them monsters.

No matter.

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

Tywin Lannister is dead. He can't protect them now.

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

But if I'm to take Winterfell, I need more men.

The men of the Night's Watch are sworn to play no part--

I'm not talking about the damn Night's Watch.

I'm talking about the wildlings.

Your Grace, you want the wildlings to march in your army?

If they swear to follow me, I'll pardon them.

We'll take Winterfell. Once the North is won, I'll declare them citizens of the realm.

I'll give them land to live on.

It's a fair offer. More than fair.

I'll offer them their lives and their freedom if Mance kneels before me and swears his loyalty.

I don't think that's likely.

You admire him, don't you?

I respect him.

He likes you.

Convince him to bend the knee...

Your Grace.

...or he burns.

How much time do I have?

Nightfall.

The sun drops fast this time of year.

Hurry, Jon Snow.

( boys grunting )

Master-of-arms: Shield up.

( Robin whimpers )

Master-of-arms: Attack, my lord!

Attack!

Don't cross your feet.

( grunts )

My sons had swords in their hands from the time they could walk. This one...

Littlefinger: Lord Arryn will never be a great warrior.

Royce: Great warrior?

He swings a sword like a girl with palsy.

My lord.

Master-of-arms: Sword up, my lord!

[i]( Robin whimpering, gasping )

Some boys develop more slowly.

He's still young.

He's 13. Boys go to war at 13.

He has other gifts.

Does he?

The gift of a great name.

Sometimes that's all one needs.

( Robin whimpering )

Good-bye, Lord Royce, and thank you for all you've done for me.

I have done nothing more than my duty, my lady.

I have no doubt that on my return, Robin's skills will have improved immeasurably.

He'll be safe here.

As for his skills, I make no promises.

( birds screeching )

Will we head north at some point?

He said Sansa had a brother at Castle Black.

We're a few days' ride from the Kingsroad.

But that will take us--

The only reason you're here is because Jaime Lannister told me you weren't safe in the capital.

You're hundreds of miles from King's Landing.

No one knows what you look like.

No one cares. You're safe.

But I'm your squire.

Do you even know what a squire is?

An attendant to a knight.

I'm not a knight.

That means you're not a squire.

Well, where would I go?

I don't care. I'm not your mother.

You swore to find the Stark girls.

I found Arya. She didn't want my protection.

Sansa still might.

Will you shut your mouth?

I didn't ask for your advice.

I don't want anyone following me.

I'm not a leader.

All I ever wanted was to fight for a lord I believed in.

The good lords are dead and the rest are monsters.

( horse whinnies )

( hoofbeats approaching )

( horses neighing )[/i]

You told Lord Royce we were going to the Fingers.

I did.

But we're heading west.

We are.

If he wanted to betray us, he already would have.

Lord Royce might be as honorable as he thinks he is, but he's not alone in that castle.

Do you trust all those knights and ladies, stable boys and serving girls?

No, do you trust the carriage driver or the knights escorting us?

No. ( chuckles )

But I pay them well and they've seen what happens to men who disappoint me.

So where are we going?

To a land where you trust everyone?

To a land so far from here, even Cersei Lannister can't get her hands on you.

It was such a deep, deep shock to us all.

Your father was a-- a force to be reckoned with.

He truly was.

I wouldn't presume to claim to have known him as such, but--

but just being in his presence was enough to make it so clear just how formidable a person you were dealing with.

What a-- what a force to be reckoned with.

( sighs )

Thank you so much for your kind words.

Deepest condolences, Your Grace.

This tragedy... I never trusted Varys.

I often warned...

Your Grace.

Cousin Lancel. I hardly recognized you.

My deepest sympathies.

I apologize for my son's appearance.

Uncle, it's quite all right.

They call themselves sparrows.

( chuckles ) Bloody fanatics.

Religion has its place, of course, but at a certain point...

They never would have come to the capital when Tywin was alive.

I'm sure he'll grow out of it, whatever it is.

Excuse me.

Of course.

Your wounds from the Blackwater seem to have healed.

It wasn't my wounds that needed healing.

What can I do for you?

You can forgive me.

What could you possibly have done to warrant my forgiveness?

I led you into the darkness.

I doubt you've ever led anyone anywhere.

I tempted you into our... unnatural relations.

And, of course, there was the king... his boar hunt.

His wine.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm a different person now.

I've found peace in the light of the Seven.

You can, too.

They watch over all of us, ready to dole out mercy or justice.

Their world is at hand.

I will pray for your father's soul.

( laughs )

The day Tywin Lannister's soul needs your help...

Olyvar: It looks like Dorne.

Loras: It doesn't.

( laughs ) It does.

That's the-- that's the Sunspear bit right there.

And that's where the mountains are.

And over here is-- is Sunsnake?

Stonespear?

Sandstone.

Yes, Sandstone.

( kisses )

Just there.

Fine.

It's Dorne.

We should go there.

I think we would have a lovely time, judging by my experience.

That would be wonderful. Dorne, Highgarden.

Anywhere but here.

We're late for dinner as it is.

You're very respectful.

I'm very hungry.

What's your name?

Olyvar, my lady.

I'm afraid my brother is keeping the king waiting, Olyvar.

My lady.

Perhaps you might consider being a bit more discreet?

They all know about me anyway.

Everybody knows everything about everyone.

What's the point in trying to keep a secret in a place like this?

In any event, you shouldn't keep your intended waiting.

My intended? Please.

Tywin's dead.

That means no one can force Cersei to marry me.

Lucky you.

Unlucky you.

You think I want that woman married to my brother?

If she doesn't marry me, she doesn't go to Highgarden.

Which means she stays in King's Landing.

Which means you're trapped here with Cersei Lannister as your mother by law.

Perhaps.

Perhaps?

Perhaps.

( birds screeching )

Eunuch, the Spider, the Master of Whisperers.

Imp, Half-man.

There are faster ways to kill yourself.

Not for a coward.

You are many things, my friend, but not a coward.

You never told me why you set me free.

Your brother asked me to.

Could have said no.

Refuse the Kingslayer? A dangerous proposition.

Not as dangerous as releasing me.

You risked your life, your position, everything.

Why? You're not family. You owe me nothing.

I didn't do it for you.

I did it for the Seven Kingdoms.

A drunken dwarf will never be the savior of the Seven Kingdoms.

I don't believe in saviors.

I believe men of talent have a part to play in the war to come.

You're going to have to find another soldier.

I'm done with Westeros and Westeros is done with me.

You have many admirable qualities, self-pity is not one of them.

Any fool with a bit of luck can find himself born into power.

But earning it for yourself, that takes work.

I'm not well-suited for work.

I think you are.

You have your father's instincts for politics.

And you have compassion.

Compassion? Yes.

I killed my lover with my bare hands.

I shot my own father with a crossbow.

I never said you were perfect.

What is it you want exactly?

Peace.

Prosperity.

A land where the powerful do not prey on the powerless.

Where the castles are made of gingerbread and the moats are filled with blackberry wine.

The powerful have always preyed on the powerless.

That's how they became powerful in the first place.

Perhaps.

And perhaps we've grown so used to horror, we assume there's no other way.

If you sat on the Iron Throne, would you spread misery throughout the land?

I will never sit on the Iron Throne.

No, you won't.

But you could help another climb those steps and take that seat.

The Seven Kingdoms need someone stronger than Tommen, but gentler than Stannis.

A monarch who can intimidate the high lords and inspire the people.

A ruler loved by millions with a powerful army and the right family name.

Good luck finding him.

Who said anything about "him"?

You have a choice, my friend.

You can stay here at Illyrio's palace and drink yourself to death, or you can ride with me to Meereen, meet Daenerys Targaryen, and decide if the world is worth fighting for.

Can I drink myself to death on the road to Meereen?

( chatter )

( goat bleating )

When did the Unsullied start patrolling the streets of Meereen?

Looks like your friends haven't been behaving themselves.

Our mission to Yunkai was a resounding success.

The Wise Masters of Yunkai have agreed to cede power to a council of elders made up of both the freed men and the former slaveholders.

All matters of consequence will be brought to you for review.

Good.

They did ask for some concessions.

Concessions?

Politics is the art of compromise, Your Grace.

I'm not a politician. I'm a queen.

Hizdahr: Forgive me. You're right, of course.

Still, it's easier to rule happy subjects than angry ones.

I don't expect the Wise Masters to be happy.

Slavery made them rich. I ended slavery.

They do not ask for the return of slavery.

They ask for the reopening of the fighting pits.

The fighting pits?

Where slaves fought slaves to the death?

In the new world that you've brought to us, free men would fight free men.

The pit fighters you liberated plead for this opportunity.

Bring some here and ask them yourself.

No fighting pits.

Opening them would show the people of Yunkai and Meereen that you respect their traditions.

I do not respect the tradition of human cockfighting.

If you could--

How many times must I say no before you understand?

Whatever he wants from me, he's not going to get it.

If he really believes I'm going to reopen the fighting pits...

You should reopen the fighting pits.

What?

My mother was a whore. I told you that.

She liked to drink pear brandy.

The older she got, the less she made selling her body, the more she wanted to drink.

So one day when I was 12, she sold me to a slaver she f*cked the night before.

I'm sorry.

Why? I was a bad child.

I wasn't big, but I was quick.

And I loved to fight.

So they sold me to a man in Tolos who trained fighters for the pits.

I had my first match when I was 16.

You were sold into slavery, forced to fight to the death for the amusement of the masters, and you're defending the fighting pits?

( laughs )

I'm only here because of those pits.

I learned to fight like a Dothraki screamer, a Norvoshi priest, a Westerosi knight.

Soon I was famous.

10,000 men and women screamed my name when I stepped into the pit.

I made so much money for my master, he set me free when he died.

I joined the Second Sons.

And then I met you.

You're the queen.

Everyone's too afraid of you to speak truth.

Everyone but me.

You've made thousands of enemies all across the world.

As soon as they see weakness, they'll attack.

Show your strength here, now.

That's why I have the Unsullied patrolling the streets.

( scoffs )

Anyone with a chest full of gold can buy an army of Unsullied.

You're not the Mother of Unsullied.

You're the Mother of Dragons.

I don't want another child's bones dropped at my feet.

No one's seen Drogon in weeks.

For all I know, he's flown halfway across the world.

I can't control them anymore.

A dragon queen with no dragons is not a queen.

Viserion?

Rhaegal?

( snarling )

Easy. Easy.

Easy.

( roaring )

[i]( roaring continues )

( door opens )

So here we are.

Here we are.

When we first met, you were my prisoner.

And now, for our last meeting...

This doesn't have to be our last meeting.

No, but it will be.

You know what Stannis wants?

He wants me to bend the knee.

And he wants the free folk to fight for him.

I'll give him this much, he's bold.

Shouldn't a king be bold?

Oh, aye.

I respect him.

If he gets what he wants, I expect he'll be a better ruler than the fools sitting on the Iron Throne the last hundred years.

But I'll never serve him.

You told me you weren't here to conquer.

You told me your people have bled enough.

That's right.

I don't want them bleeding for Stannis Baratheon either.

You spent your life convincing 90 clans to come together for the first time in history.

Thenns and Hornfoots, the ice-river clans, even the giants.

A life's work uniting them. You didn't do it for power.

You didn't do it for glory.

You brought them together to save them because none of them will survive the winter, not if they're north of the Wall.

Isn't their survival more important than your pride?

Pride?

f*ck my pride.

This isn't about that.

Then bend the knee and save your people.

They followed me because they respected me.

Because they believed in me.

The moment I kneel for a southern king, that's all gone.

And how many tens of thousands are out there right now?

How many women? How many children?

And you won't go out and rescue them because why?

You're afraid of looking afraid.

Oh, I am afraid.

No shame in that.

How will they do it? Beheading?

Hanging?

They'll burn you alive.

Bad way to go.

I'll be honest with you.

I don't want to die.

And burnt to death, I don't want people to remember me like that, scorched and screaming.

But it's better than betraying everything I believe.

And what happens to your people?

You preserve your dignity and die standing and they'll sing songs about you.

You'd rather burn than kneel.

The great hero.

Until winter comes and the white walkers come for us all and there's no one left to sing.

You're a good lad.

Truly you are.

But if you can't understand why I won't enlist my people in a foreigner's war, there's no point explaining.

( pounds on door )

I think you're making a terrible mistake.

( chuckles )

The freedom to make my own mistakes was all I ever wanted.

( door closes )

( latch clanks )

Mance Rayder, you've been called the King-beyond-the-Wall.

Westeros only has one king.

Bend the knee, I promise you mercy.

Kneel and live.

This was my home for many years.

I wish you good fortune in the wars to come.

We all must choose.

Man or woman, young or old, lord or peasant, our choices are the same.

We choose light or we choose darkness.

We choose good or we choose evil.

We choose the true god or the false.

Free folk, there is only one true king and his name is Stannis.

Here stands your king of lies.

Behold the fate of those who choose the darkness.

( gasping )

[i]( Mance crying out )

( coughing )

( Mance crying out )

( groaning stops )

( crowd murmuring )

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