왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 04x08) - Game of Thrones Script, 4x08 - The Mountain and the Viper

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(theme music playing)

(clanging)

(people chatting)

(laughs)

Here we are.

(laughter)

(loud chatter)

Ready?

(belching)

"The Rains of Castamere."

You f*cking deaf?

(laughing)

Same wrong guess every f*cking time.

Listen, you c**t.

(belching)

"The Bear and the Maiden Fair."

(cheering)

There's a man with an ear.

Too bad you got a hangnail for a cock.

(laughs)

First time I saw you with your breeches down, I thought you were a eunuch.

(laughing)

You've seen it, girls.

Like a baby snail peeking out of his shell.

(laughs)

Your baby was crying this morning.

Woke me up.

You hear me?

Well, got anything to say?

I'm sorry he woke you up.

(chuckles) I don't care if you're sorry.

Keep that baby quiet or I will.

Don't you ever touch him.

(chuckles)

Little wildling bitch.

You should have stayedwith your own kind.

(owl hoots)

You listening to me?

Shut your mouth.

What?

(owl hoots)

It's just an owl, you dumb bitch.

No, it's not.

(owl hoots)

(knife rings)

(people screaming)

(grunts)

(women screaming)

(shouting)

(grunts)

(coughs)

(bottles rattle)

(screams)

(baby fusses)

- (baby fusses)

(blood pouring)

(screaming continues)

I should never have left her there.

You couldn't have known.

Of course I could've known.

They've been raiding the villages close by.

And we just cower in here while they slaughter our brothers.

Our brothers had orders to stay at Castle Black.

So it's all right, then?

Black Jack and Kegs and Mully chopped to pieces 'cause they broke the rules?

Dolorous Edd: I didn't say it was all right.

I'm saying they shouldn't have been there.

We're pledged to guard the realms of men.

She's dead because of me.

We can't even guard Mole's Town.

We can't go after them.

You know that.

It's what they want.

And little Sam.

As if I cut their throats myself.

Maybe she managed to hide herself.

I thought all of you was dead.

You went north with Mormont and no one came back.

Not for ages.

But then you did.

She survived Craster and he was the worst sh1t I've ever met.

She survived the long march to the Wall.

She survived a white walker,for f*ck's sake.

She might have got out.

She might have.

If they hit Mole's Town, then we're next.

Mance and his army must be close.

Grenn: 100,000 of them.

And there's what, 105 of us left?

You counting Black Jack, Kegs, and Mully?

How do 102 men stop 100,000?

Whoever dies last, be a good lad and burn the rest of us.

Once I'm done with this world, I don't want to come back.

Daenerys: You think he was spying on you?

Missandei:No, not spying.

Daenerys: The Dothraki think outsiders are ridiculous taking shame in the naked body.

They make love under the stars for the whole khalasar to see.

Yes, Your Grace.

But you are not Dothraki.

Well, I don't see why it matters.

Grey Worm isn't interested.

None of the Unsullied care what's under our clothes.

He was interested.

What?

I believe he was interested.

When the slavers castrate the boys, do they take all of it?

All of it?

The-- the pillar and the stones.

I don't know, Your Grace.

Haven't you ever wondered?

Yes, Your Grace.

Grey Worm: Missandei.

The lessons you give I in common tongue... these are precious to I.

To me.

To me.

I don't remember teaching you the word precious.

Jorah the Andal, he teaches I--

he teaches me this word.

Do you remember the name you were given at birth?

I remember nothing.

Only Unsullied.

When they cut you, do you remember that?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry they did that to you.

Why sorry?

It's a terrible thing to do to a boy.

If the masters never cut me, I never am Unsullied.

I never stand in the Plaza of Pride when Daenerys Stormborn ordered us to kill the masters.

I never am chosen to lead the Unsullied.

I never meet Missandei from the island of Naath.

I am sorry I-- for today.

I am sorry.

(horses whinny)

Kraken. Mmm.

Strong as long as they're in the sea.

When you take them out of the water, no bones.

They collapse under their proud weight and slump into a heap of nothing.

You'd think they know that.

Unfortunately, they're not very bright.

What do you tell them?

I'm Theon Greyjoy, son of Balon, heir to the Iron Islands.

And what are you really?

I'm Reek.

Are you sure?

You do look very much like a lord.

Formidable, proud.

I'm Reek.

Until when?

Always.

Forever.

That's right.

Until you're rotting in the ground.

Remember what you are and what you're not.

Bring me Moat Cailin.

(cawing)

No closer.

Who are you?

(grunts)

(men coughing)

(flies buzzing)

I'm Kenning, commander of this garrison.

And you say you're Theon Greyjoy?

And why should I believe that?

I was born on Pyke to Balon Greyjoy.

His third and last living son.

I am your prince.

I swear it by the Drowned God.

What is dead may never die.

Men: What is dead may never die.

And if you were my prince, why are you marching with a Bolton army?

Lord Bolton took me captive after Winterfell.

He sent me to treat with you in good faith as your fellow ironborn.

And what does Lord Bolton want?

You are fading from sickness, you are badly outnumbered, and you're hundreds of miles from the sea.

Lord Bolton implores you to protect your men and abandon this fortress you can no longer hold.

Do this, and he will be just and fair with you as he has been with me.

The Boltons will give you safe passage to the Stony Shore.

He wants us to surrender?

My own father, your king, surrendered years ago to Robert Baratheon.

I watched him bend the knee.

There was no shame there.

He fought with honor, as did you.

(groans)

(mutters) "No shame."

"Fought with honor."

I'm sorry, I didn't hear.

"No shame."

"Fought with honor."

Only a whipped dog would speak this way.

Or a woman.

Are you a woman, boy?

You don't know--

The ironborn will not surrender.

(mumbling)

Reek. My name is Reek...

You go tell your master that, Theon Greyjoy, or whoever the f*ck you are.

(quietly) My name is Reek.

What in the hell are you muttering?

I'm Reek.

Reek.

If we yield, we live?

Is that what it says on this paper here?

Yes. Have your men raise the white flag and open the gates.

You're going home.

Ramsay: You didn't really think I'd let them go, did you?

It's fallen out of fashion, flaying.

Sad, but true.

Traditions are important.

Where are we without our history?

Yes, my lord.

Will we go home now?

I believe we will.

To our new home.

Royce: You have foreign blood, don't you, Baelish?

A great-grandfather from Braavos, yes.

I suppose all of our ancestors came from somewhere else originally.

Royce: Our forebearers settled the Valethousands of years ago.We've fought off invadersever since.

The beauty of the Vale is matched only by the nobility of its great families.

Lady Arryn often told me that you were her rock, Lord Royce.

She told me nothing about you, Baelish.

But I didn't need to hear from her.

Moneylender.

Whoremonger.

You've been licking Tywin Lannister's boots so long,

it's a wonder your tongue's not black.

My lord--

And when Jon Arryn named you Master of Coin, no one cared.

Always been a grubby job.

Why not let a grubby man do it?

But when I heardyou were lurking here, fawning over the Lady Arryn--

Lady Arryn invited me.

She and I have been close since childhood.

Yes, we all know how close you were.

Lady Arryn's predilectionswere her own affair.

Her death is our affair.

Of course. Her suicide shattered us all.

She was an odd fish.

Everyone knew that.

But suicide?

She adored that boy of hers.

I don't see her abandoning him.

Not by choice.

Royce: Strange that within days of your arrival, you've married Lady Arryn and she's fallen through the Moon Door.

She was always prone to melancholy.

My lady wasn't meant for a world as brutal as ours.

We were told there was a witness.

A girl.

A niece of yours, I believe.

A girl with no learning and scattered wits.

I assure you, she would be of no help.

We'd like to speak with her.

Let me fetch her.

Anya: No need.

We prefer to hear her testimony unadulterated.

(door closes)

Come closer, child.

You have nothing to fear from us or him.

Lord Baelish here is your uncle?

Your name is Alayne?

Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if Lord Baelish left the room.

My lady--

I wasn't asking you.

He can stay. - Speak up, girl, you're not a damn kitchen mouse.

Tell us what you saw.

I'm sorry, Lord Baelish.

I have to tell the truth.

I'll tell you everything.

Please, Alayne, leave nothing out.

My name is not Alayne.

It's Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark.

Lord Royce, we met when you came to Winterfell.

You were escorting your son Ser Waymar to the Wall.

Sansa Stark?

You tell lies right to my face, you little worm?

Lord Baelish has told many lies.

All to protect me.

Since my father was executed, I have been a hostage in King's Landing.

A plaything for Joffrey to torture or Queen Cersei to torment.

They beat me, they humiliated me, they married me to the Imp.

I had no friends in King's Landing... except one.

He saved me.

Smuggled me away when he had the chance.

He knew I'd be safe here in the Eyrie with my own blood, my Aunt Lysa.

The Lannisters have friends everywhere.

Even the Vale.

He made me swear not to tell anyone my true name.

Your secret is safe with us, my lady.

Royce: Your father grew up right here in these halls.

We hunted together many times.

He was a fine man.

Tell us what happened to your aunt, Sansa.

You knew her well, my lords, my lady.

You knew she was a troubled woman.

She always loved Lord Baelish.

She told me herself.

From the moment he arrived at the gates of Riverrun, a boy of eight carrying everything he owned in a little sack.

She confessed to meshe never loved Lord Arryn.

She did as her father commanded, as so many of us have.

When the gods finally allowedher to be with Lord Baelish, she was so happy.

For a time.

My aunt was a jealous lady.

She was terrified that Lord Baelish didn't love her anymore.

That he would abandon her for a younger woman.

And then... one day she saw him kiss me.

Lady Sansa.

It was a peck on the cheek, Lord Royce, nothing more.

Lord Baelish is my uncle now, in truth, by marriage.

He's always been so kind to me.

I was so happy to be here, to be free.

All because of him.

But my aunt turned on me.

She cursed me.

Called me a whore.

Promised to throw me through the Moon Door.

When Lord Baelish tried to calm her, she struck him.

She said she didn't want to live anymore.

She stood on the edgeof that Moon Door.

He tried to reason with her.

Promised her she was the only one he had ever loved, but she stepped through those doors and she was--

Shh, it's not your fault, sweet girl.

It's not your fault.

You could see it in the way she raised that boy.

Feeding him from her own teats when he was 10 years old.

Lord Royce!

This is hardly the time.

Apologies, my lady.

And to you as well, Baelish.

We treated you a bit harshly.

You want justice, Lord Royce.

I can hardly complain about that.

I want the same.

Not much justice to be meted out in suicide, is there?

For Lysa, no.

But for her son?

Only 20 years ago, the knights of the Vale rode behind Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon.

They fought together to overcome the Mad King.

And since then, Arryn and Royce, Corbray, Waynwood, all the great houses of the Vale watched from the corner.

A timid boy at a tavern brawl.

Are you questioning our courage?

I want to know which side you're on.

Do you support the Lannisters, the house that executed your friend Ned Stark?

Of course we don't support the damn Lannisters.

No? Catelyn Stark begged her sister for support and Lysa refused.

By staying out of the fray, you've allowed Tywin Lannister to destroy his rivals on every compass point.

Who stands against him now?

Who would you have us back, Lord Baelish?

Robb Stark is dead.

I'd have you back Robin Arryn, Lord of the Vale.

Robin Arryn is a sickly little boy.

And sickly little boys sometimes become powerful men.

More often they die young.

I adored Lysa with all my heart.

But she loved her son so much, she became overprotective.

He needs to learn how to swing a sword.

How to ride a horse.

Aye, it's time.

Yes, it's time.

Time for him to tour the Vale, to visit all the castles in his domain.

Time for Robin to leave the nest.

(grunts)

Boy:Ser Barristan.

Who sent you?

Ser Barristan.

Ser Jorah.

Have I forgotten a council meeting?

What's this?

A royal pardon signed by Robert Baratheon.

You spied on her.

Who gave you this?

Does it matter?

Have you told her?

I wanted to tell you first, man-to-man rather than go behind your back.

Let me speak with her in private.

You'll never be alone with her again.

Why did the usurper pardon you?

If we could speak alone.

No, speak to me here.

Explain it to me.

Who do you think sent this to Meereen?

Who profits?

This is the work of Tywin Lannister.

He wants to divide us.

If we're fighting each other, we're not fighting him.

The pardon was signed the year we met.

Why were you pardoned?

Unless you're saying this document was forged.

It is not forged.

Why, then?

I sent letters to Varys, the spymaster of King's Landing.

What was the content of these letters?

Information.

What information?

When you and Viserys arrived in Pentos.

His plan to marry you to Khal Drogo.

When you were married.

When your brother died.

You told him I was carrying Drogo's child?

Yes or no?

Khaleesi.

- Don't call me that.

Did you tell him I was carrying Drogo's child?

That wine merchant tried to poison me because of your information.

I stopped you from drinking his wine.

Because you knew it was poisoned.

I suspected.

You betrayed me from the first.

Forgive me.

I never meant--please, Khaleesi, forgive me.

You sold my secrets to the man who killed my father

and stole my brother's throne...

I have protected you.

Fought for you.

Killed for you.

...and you want me to forgive you?

I have loved you.

Love?

Love? How can you say that to me?

Any other man, and I would have you executed.

But you, I do not want you in my city dead or alive.

Go back to your masters in King's Landing.

Collect your pardon if you can.

Daenerys, please.

Don't ever presume to touch me again or speak my name.

You have until dusk to collect your things and leave this city.

If you're found in Meereenpast break of day,

I'll have your head thrown into Slaver's Bay.

(footsteps departing)

Moat Cailin is yours, Father.

Walk with me.

Has there been any word from Locke?

Unimportant.

A cripple, a young boy.

None of the northern lords have seen them.

Dead most likely.

Most of the ironborn have fled the North.

Now more will follow, thanks to you.

Tell me what you see.

Moors, fields, hills.

Tell me what you see.

Nothing.

Not nothing.

The North.

Ride 700 miles that way, you're still in the North.

400 miles that way.

300 miles that way.

The North is larger than the other six kingdoms combined.

And I am the Warden of the North.

The North is mine.

Now tell me, what is your name?

Ramsay Snow.

No, not Ramsay Snow.

Open it.

From this day until your last day, you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.

You honor me.

I swear I will uphold your name and your tradition.

I will be worthy of you, Father, I promise.

Come, Reek, I'll be needing a bath.

(knocks)

(door closes)

First time I saw you,you were just a child.

A girl from the North come to the capital for the first time.

Not a child any longer.

Why did you help me?

They would have thrown you through the Moon Door if they found you guilty.

That's not an answer.

If they'd have executed you, what would they have done with me?

I don't know.

Neither do I.

Better to gamble on the man you know than the strangers you don't?

And you think you know me?

I know what you want.

Do you?

Arya: I thought it'd make me happy, but it doesn't.

Not really.

Hound: Nothing makes you happy.

Lots of things make me happy.

Like what?

Killing Polliver, killing Rorge.

So you're sad because you didn't get to kill Joffrey yourself.

Is that it?

At least I could have been there to watch.

I wanted to see the look in his eyes when he knew it was over.

Aye, nothing in the world beats that look.

You protected him for most of his life.

You think you could have saved him?

I wasn't the damn wine taster.

Little sh1t deserved to die, but poison--

poison's a woman's weapon.

Men kill with steel.

That's your stupid pride talking.

It's why you'll never be a great killer.

I'd have killed Joffrey with a chicken bone if I had to.

(laughs)

I'd pay good money to see that.

(groans)

You should have let me burn it.

It's a fleabite.

That fleabite's got you walking a lot slower than you used to.

Well, we won't have to walk too much further.

You really think my aunt will pay for me?

Aye, she'll pay.

I've never even met her.

Doesn't matter.

You're her blood.

Family, honor, all that horseshit.

It's all you lords and ladies ever talk about.

I'm not a lady.

Knight: Who would pass the Bloody Gate?

The bloody Hound, Sandor Clegane.

And his... traveling companion Arya Stark, niece of your lady Lysa Arryn.

Then I offer my condolences.

Lady Arryn died.

Three days ago.

(laughing)

(laughing continues)

I've never left home before, Uncle Petyr.

I'm afraid to leave.

You shouldn't be.

The Lord of the Vale belongs in the Eyrie, Mother said.

She said it's not safe outside.

It wasn't safe for her inside.

People die at their dinner tables.

They die in their beds.

They die squatting over their chamber pots.

Everybody dies sooner or later.

Don't worry about your death.

Worry about your life.

Take charge of your life for as long as it lasts.

That is what it means to be Lord of the Vale.

(footsteps)

Shall we go?

Wine always helps.

I thank you for it.

Trial by combat.

Deciding a man's guilt or innocence in the eyes of the gods by having two other men hack each other to pieces.

Tells you something about the gods.

How much longer?

Soon.

Do you think Oberyn has a chance?

The Red Viper of Dorne.

You don't get a name like that unless you're deadly, right?

I've never seen him fight.

Oh, he's going to die.

I'm going to die.

Oberyn believes in himself.

That's putting it mildly.

What's the punishment for regicide?

Drawing and quartering?

Hanging?

- Breaking at the wheel?

Beheading.

Seems rather ordinary.

And he was my nephew as well, so what is that?

Fratricide is brothers.

Filicide is sons.

Nepoticide.

That's the one.

Matricide, patricide, infanticide, suicide.

There's no kind of killing that doesn't have its own word.

Cousins.

Cousins, you're right.

There is no word for cousin killing.

Well done.

Do you remember cousin Orson?

Orson Lannister?

Of course. Wet-nurse dropped him on his head.

Left him simple.

- Simple?

Used to sit all day in the garden.

Crushing beetles with a rock.

(both grunting)

(chuckles)

Nothing made him happier.

Nothing made you happier.

You'd think being tormented from birth would have given you some affinity for the afflicted.

On the contrary. Laughing at another person's misery was the only thing that made me feel like everyone else.

The joke wore thin, though.

For you.

You drifted away.

I had other interests.

Yes, other interests.

But I stayed with Orson.

Why?

I was curious.

Why was he smashing all those beetles?

What did he get out of it?

First thing I did was ask him.

"Orson, why are you smashing all those beetles?"

He gave me an answer.

"Smash the beetles.

Smash 'em."

(grunting)

I wasn't deterred.

I was the smartest person I knew.

Certainly I had the wherewithal to unravel the mysteries that lay at the heart of a moron.

So I went to Maester Volarik's library.

Volarik.

Tried to touch me once.

Turns out, far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons.

Doesn't seem right.

In any case, I found nothing that illuminated the nature of Orson's affliction or the reason behind his relentless beetle slaughter.

So I went back to the source.

I may not have been able to speak with Orson, but I could observe him, watch him the way men watch animals to come to a deeper understanding of their behavior.

And as I watched, I became more and more sure of it.

There was something happening there.

His face was like the page of a book written in a language I didn't understand.

But he wasn't mindless.

He had his reasons.

And I became possessed with knowing what they were.

I began to spend inordinate amounts of time watching him.

I would eat my lunch in the garden, chewing my mutton to the music of...

(grunting)

And when I wasn't watching him, I was thinking about him.

Father droned on about the family legacy and I thought about Orson's beetles.

I read the histories of Targaryen conquests.

Did I hear dragon wings?

I heard...

(grunting)

And I still couldn't figureout why he was doing it.

And I had to know, because it was horrible that all these beetles should be dying for no reason.

Every day around the world, men, women, and children are murdered by the score.

Who gives a dusty f*ck about a bunch of beetles?

I know, I know. But still, it filled me with dread.

Piles and piles of them, years and years of them.

How many countless living crawling things smashed and dried out and returned to the dirt?

In my dreams I found myself standing on a beach made of beetle husks stretching as far as the eye could see.

I woke up crying, weeping for their shattered little bodies.

I tried to stop Orson once.

He was twice your size.

He just pushed me aside with a "kuuh" and kept on smashing.

Every day until that mule kicked him in the chest and killed him.

So what do you think?

Why did he do it?

What was it all about?

I don't know.

(bells tolling)

Good luck today.

(door closes)

(crowd shouting)

Looks like very light armor.

I like to move around.

You could at least wear a helmet.

You shouldn't drink before a fight.

You learn this during your years in the fighting pits?

I always drink before a fight.

It could get you killed.

It could get me killed.

Today is not the day I die.

(crowd cheering)

You're going to fight that?

I'm going to kill that.

He is the biggest man I've ever seen.

Size does not matter when you are flat on your back.

Thank the gods.

(horn blows)

In the sight of gods and men, we gather to ascertain the guilt or innocence of this... man Tyrion Lannister.

May the Mother grant them mercy.

May the Father give them such justice as they deserve.

And may the Warrior guide the hand...

- (horn blows)

...of our champion--

Don't leave me alone in this world.

Never.

(crowd cheering)

Have they told you who I am?

Some dead man.

I am the brother of Elia Martell.

Do you know why I have come all the way to this stinking shit-pile of a city?

For you.

I'm going to hear you confess before you die.

You raped my sister.

You murdered her.

You killed her children.

Say it now and we can make this quick.

(shouting)

Say it.

You raped her.

You murdered her.

(shouts)

You killed her children.

(growls)

You raped her!

You murdered her!

You killed her children!

(grunts)

(crowd cheering)

(groans)

You raped her!

You murdered her!

(screams)

You killed her children!

(groans)

(crowd clamoring)

Wait.

Are you dying?

No, no, no.

You can't die yet.

You haven't confessed.

Say it.

Say her name.

Elia Martell.

You raped her.

You killed her children.

Elia Martell.

Who gave you the order?

Who gave you the order?!

Say her name!

You raped her!

You murdered her!

You killed her children.

Say it.

Say her name.

Say it!

(grunts)

(teeth rattle)

Elia Martell.

(screaming)

I killed her children.

Then I raped her.

Then I smashed her head in like this!

(screaming)

The gods have made their will known.

Tyrion Lannister, in the name of King Tommenof the House Baratheon,First of His Name, you are hereby sentenced to death.

(music playing)

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 04x07) - Game of Thrones Script, 4x07 - Mockingbird

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04x07 - Mockingbird.docx

I made a deal for you to keep your ungrateful head on your ungrateful neck a little while longer.

I'm sorry,what am I grateful for?

The opportunity to live and die at the Wall as punishment for a crime I did not commit?

You threw your life away. You threw it away.

It's not a joke. You understand that, don't you?

Of course it's a joke, just not a very funny one.

I couldn't-- I couldn't listen to her standing there telling her lies.

I couldn't do it.

You fell in love with a whore.

Yes, I fell in love with a whore.

And I was stupid enough to think that she had fallen in love with me.

That deal you made, it was everything Father wanted.

You do see that?

He gets you back as his heir.

The future Lord of the Rock.

And he ships me off to Castle Black, out of sight at last.

All so perfect.

It felt good to take that from him.

He knows I'm innocent and he's willing to sacrifice me anyway.

He's willing to sacrifice any of us.

Not you.

You're the golden son.

You could kill a king, lose a hand, f*ck your own sister, you'll always be the golden son.

Careful.

I'm the last friend you've got.

At least I got to tell them what they really are.

Yes, brilliant speech.

They'll be talking about it for days to come.

I thought you were a realist.

Didn't realize you'd die for pride.

Don't give up on me just yet.

I survived one trial by combat, even though you weren't there to save me.

I can't save you this time either.

My training has proved that I can't beat a stable boy with my left hand.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Even if you lose, imagine the look

on Father's face when you fall.

Our family name snuffed out with a single swing of the sword.

It is tempting.

Well...

Bronn fought for me once, he'll do it again.

If he wins, I expect I'll be in his debt for the rest of my life.

If he wins.

Will you find him for me?

Who does Cersei plan on naming as a champion?

I hope it's Ser Meryn Trant.

I'd enjoy watching Bronn disembowel that pompous child beater.

Not Ser Meryn.

Go on, move it.

And you.

Come on.

Mercy.

Please.

Please, mercy.

Ser Gregor.

Welcome to the capital.

Thank you for riding here so quickly.

You seem to be in good form.

Who am I fighting?

Does it matter?

Could be food.

Could be soldiers.

You shouldn't be sitting out here like this.

Where else to sit?

Tried to walk back to my hut, hurt too much.

Then I remembered they burned my hut down.

Who were "they"?

I stopped asking a while ago.

That's not gonna get better.

Doesn't seem so.

A bad way to go.

Haven't you had enough?

Of what?

I know.

Time to go.

Take matters into my own hands.

The thought has occurred to me.

So why go on?

Habit.

Nothing could be worse than this.

Maybe nothing is worse than this.

Nothing isn't better or worse than anything.

Nothing is just nothing.

Who are you?

My name is Arya.

Arya Stark.

You her father?

Her captor.

Bringing her to her aunt for ransom.

A fair exchange, that is.

Always held to the notion of fair exchange in all my dealings.

You give me, I give you.

Fair.

A balance.

No balance anymore.

Could I have a drink?

Dying is thirsty work.

Wish it were wine.

So do I.

That's where the heart is.

That's how you kill a man.

The f*ck you doing?

There's a price on your head.

Guess that's what the king does when you tell him to f*ck off.

The king's dead.

He drank poisoned wineat his own wedding.

The bounty on you is for killing Lannister soldiers.

100 silver stags.

And you thought you were going to collect it?

Didn't think very hard, did you?

You were Yoren's prisoners when he was taking me to the Wall.

He told me he'd f*ck me bloody with a stick.

This day's really not working out the way you planned.

He on your little list?

He can't be.

I don't know his name.

What's your name?

Rorge.

Thank you.

You're learning.

Rangers returning!

They return!

Rangers returning!

Greetings.

Didn't think I'd see you again.

All right, Jon?

Welcome back, brother.

Lord Snow.

This is no place for wild beasts.

Lock him away

or I'll let Hobb throw him in tonight's stew.

Come on, Ghost.

Mance's army was closing in on Craster's Keep when we left.

We saw their campfires from Osric's Hill.

They'll reach the Wall before the next full moon.

I'm surprised you didn't ride over and say hello.

The King-beyond-the-Wall is your old friend, isn't he?

We need to prepare.

We've been preparing.

We should seal the tunnel.

Plug it with rocks and ice.

Flood it and let it freeze.

And how would we range north?

We wouldn't.

- Coward.

You would cut off our legs, pluck out our eyes, leave us cowering behind the Wall hoping for the storm to pass?

We can't defend the gate against 100,000 men.

This castle has stood for thousands of years.

The Night's Watch has defended her for thousands of years.

And in all those centuries, we have never sealed the tunnel.

Have you ever seen a giant, Ser Alliser?

I have.

The tunnel's gate won't stop them.

The bars on those gates are four inches thick.

Cold-rolled steel.

And they won't stop them.

Remind me which order you belong to, Lord Snow.

The stewards.

Are the stewards responsible for maintaining the tunnel?

Who would that be?

The builders.

Ah, the builders.

First Builder Yarwyck, Lord Snow here recommends sealing the tunnel, leaving us unable to carry out our duties as sworn brothers of the Night's Watch.

Do you agree with him?

Given your deep knowledge of the wildling army, Lord Snow, you and Tarly will take night duties atop the Wall until the full moon.

Moving on.

First Builder, we'll need 100 barrels of pitch brought atop the wall.

Aye.

My lord.

You have new clothes.

Do you like 'em?

Gloves are doeskin.

Softer than a virgin's thighs.

I sent for you days ago.

I've been a bit busy.

Doing what?

My lonesome bachelor days are over.

I'm to wed Lollys Stokeworth.

Lollys Stokeworth?

She doesn't strike meas your sort of girl.

I wouldn't say I had a single sort of girl.

She's dim-witted.

If I wanted wits, I'd marry you.

When my sister arranged this love match, did she mention that Lollys has an older sister?

Falyse.

Aye, I did know about the older sister.

And you understand the rules of inheritance?

Falyse is 40 and barren.

She still gets Castle Stokeworth when her father dies.

She does.

Unless she happens to perish before her father.

Then Lollys gets the castle.

What? Ladies fall from their horses and snap their pretty necks all the time.

You and my sister deserve each other.

Why did you bother to come here?

You once said if anyone ever asked me to sell you out, you'd double their price.

Is it two wives you want or two castles?

One of each will do.

But if you want me to kill the Mountain for you, it'd better be a damn big castle.

I'm a bit short on castles at the moment.

But I can offer you gold and gratitude.

I have gold.

What can I buy with gratitude?

You might be surprised.

A Lannister always pays his debts.

Your sister's a Lannister, too.

My wife is heir to Winterfell.

If I emerge from this with my head still on my shoulders, I may one day rulethe North in her name.

I could carve you out a big piece of it.

If and may and could.

It's bloody cold up north.

Lollys is soft and warm.

And close.

If I gave you the choice between f*cking Lollys and fighting the Mountain, you'd have your britches down and your cock out before I could blink.

Does he frighten you so much?

I'd be a bloody fool if he didn't frighten me.

He's freakish big and freakish strong.

And quicker than you'd expect for a man of that size.

Maybe I could take him, dance around until he's so tired of hacking at me, he dropped his sword, get him off his feet somehow.

But one misstep...

...and I'm dead.

Why should I risk it?

Because you're my friend.

Aye, I'm your friend.

And when have you ever risked your life for me?

I like you, pampered little sh1t that you are.

I just like myself more.

I understand.

I'm sorry it has to be this way.

Why are you sorry?

Because you're an evil b*st*rd with no conscience and no heart?

That's what I liked aboutyou in the first place.

We had some good days together.

Yes, we did.

What will you do?

I suppose I'll have to kill the Mountain myself.

Won't that make for a great song?

I hope to hear them sing it one day.

How did you get in here?

Your door is well guarded, but your window is not.

I swam to an island a mile offshore for these.

Don't do that again.

Never met a woman who didn't like wildflowers.

These are my private quarters.

If I want you here, I will summon you.

Forgive me, my queen. I live to serve you.

Tell me why you're here.

I came to ask a favor.

I only have two talents in this world-- war and women.

You are staying herein Meereen to rule.

That is a wise decision.I respect it.

But here in Meereen, I cannot pursue my talents.

I've ordered the Second Sons to patrol the streets to stop the revenge killing.

You've ordered us to be night watchmen.

And as for women, there are thousands in Meereen you can pursue.

There is only one, and she does not want me.

You swore me your sword.

My sword is yours till the day I die.

So if I command you to stay in Meereen and patrol the streets?

I'll stay in Meereen and patrol the streets.

Send me to kill your enemies.

Any enemy anywhere.

Let me do what I do best.

Very well.

Do what you do best.

Take off your clothes.

Come in, my queen.

Please.

I didn't mean to disturb you, my lady.

You could never disturb me.

I just wanted to speak with you before we left.

Could you bring me that vial over there?

The blue one.

No, no, no.

Not that one.

You don't even want to touch that one.

Next to it.

That's the one.

When I looked into the flames this morning, the Lord spoke to me.

He said, "Tonight, you will have your last good bath in a long while. Make it count."

A joke.

Not a very good one, I'm afraid.

It was. I-- humor isn't my strength.

That's because most jokes are lies and you're devoted to the truth.

If they're lies, my lady, aren't they best avoided?

Not always.

Most of these powders and potions are lies.

Deceptions to make men think they witnessed our Lord's power.

Once they step into his light, they will see the lie for what it was-- a trick that lead them to the truth.

A pinch of this powderin a bonfire will send a flaming column screaming towards the sky.

And this one creates a black smoke that will make the bravest man piss himself with fear.

And a drop of this in any man's wine will drive him wild with lust.

Did you use it with Stannis?

Don't be upset.

Men never crave what they already have.

It's only flesh.

It needs what it needs.

No act done in service of the Lord can ever be called a sin.

I thank God every day for bringing you to us.

And Stannis to you.

He wants to bring Shireen with us.

I think that would be ill-advised.

My daughter has heretical tendencies, as you're well aware.

I don't know if her doubt is real or simply meant to spite me, but whichever the case, she should stay home.

I understand how you feel.

But that is impossible.

You don't need powders and potions, my queen.

You don't need lies.

You are strong enough to look into the Lord's light and see his truth for yourself.

However harsh it is.

However hard for us to understand.

You don't need my help, but I will need yours soon.

When we set sail, your daughter must be with us.

The Lord needs her.

Jorah the Andal.

Are you here to see our queen?

She's in a good mood.

Khaleesi.

You're here early.

Later than some.

You don't approve?

It's not a question of approval, it's a question of trust.

You neither approve nor trust.

Why would I?

The man's a sellsword.

Didn't you fight for the Golden Company before pledging your sword to my brother?

I did.

I trust you.

Daario Naharis killed his captains and dumped their heads at your feet when he grew tired of their commands.

How could you ever have faith in a man like that?

I could never have faith in a man like Daario.

That's why I've sent him and the Second Sons to retake Yunkai.

You have?

I have.

Without you there to rule, Khaleesi, I fear the masters will simply bide their time, wait for the invaders to leave and reassert control.

That is why I've ordered Daario to execute every master in Yunkai.

The masters tear babies from their mothers' arms.

They mutilate little boys by the thousands.

They train little girls in the art of pleasuring old men.

They treat men like beasts, as you said yourself.

Herding the masters into pens and slaughtering them by the thousands is also treating men like beasts.

The slaves you freed, brutality is all they've ever known.

If you want them to know something else, you'll have to show it to them.

And repay the slavers with what? Kindness?

A fine?

A stern warning?

It's tempting to see your enemies as evil, all of them, but there's good and evil on both sides in every war ever fought.

Let the priests argue over good and evil.

Slavery is real.

I can end it.

I will end it.

And I will end those behind it.

I sold men into slavery, Khaleesi.

And now you are helping me show them to freedom.

I wouldn't be here to help you if Ned Stark had done to me what you want to do to the masters of Yunkai.

The man who came to me the other day about burying his father.

Hizdahr zo Loraq?

He will accompany the Second Sons and serve as my ambassador to Yunkai.

He will tell the masters what has happened in Meereen.

He will explain the choice they have before them.

They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one.

Well, go and catch Daario before he leaves.

Tell him I changed my mind.

Yes, Khaleesi.

Tell him you changed my mind.

Rat c**ts.

f*cking whore.

You're doing it wrong.

You need to burn away that horrible bit there.

Otherwise it's gonnaget infected and fester.

I know you don't like fire, but if you don't do it right--

No fire.

It'll only take a second.

It won't hurt that much.

No fire!

Shut up about it.

Shut up about everything.

Thanks to you, I'm a walking bag of silver anywhere the Lannisters hold sway.

Which is everywhere between where we are now and where we're going.

I'm as stupid as that hog you stuck back in the village, getting myself cut and stabbed and bitten.

No reward is worth this much trouble.

Wish I'd never laid eyes on you.

You say your brother gave you that sword.

My brother gave me this.

It was just like you said a while back.

Pressed me to the fire like I was a nice juicy mutton chop.

Thought I stole one of his toys.

I didn't steal it. I was just playing with it.

The pain was bad.

The smell was worse.

But the worst thing was that it was my brother who did it.

My father, who protected him... told everyone my bedding caught fire.

You think you're on your own?

Let me wash it out and help you sew it up at least.

Bit of comfort never hurt anyone.

We've been sleeping in ditches the last few weeks.

I think we can treat ourselves to a featherbed for the night and a hot meal not cooked by you.

Couldn't agree more, my lady.

Just don't start expecting silk underclothes.

Not working for your former lord any longer.

Yes, my lady.

Don't get drunk.

No, my lady.

Can I get you anything else?

No, this will do nicely, thank you.

Kidney pie is wonderful.

Thanks.

I do my best.

A good kidney pie is all about the ingredients.

Flour, lard, water, eggs, milk.

Easy enough.

But the meat, peacetime or not, getting your hands on a good bottom round steak and calves' kidneys is not easy.

I mean, some people settle for plain old beef kidneys.

Got no right to cook anything, them.

Oh, and the gravy.

Don't get me started on the gravy.

Very difficult to get right.

See, a lot of peoplegive up on the gravy.

You cannot give up on the gravy.

No gravy, no pie.

Simple as that.

That's nice armor.

Are you a knight?

Oh, it's just people with armor are usually knights.

Generally speaking. From King's Landing, though, aren't you?

From there myself originally.Flea Bottom born and bred.

What brings you to these parts?

We're looking for someone.

Someone in particular?

Maybe they came in here.

A lot of people come in here.

Just the other day we had --

A girl, tall, red hair, very pretty.

Her name is Sansa Stark, but she may be using a different name.

Starks?

What, like them lot from "Winterhell"?

No, ain't seen anyone like that.

I heard they was all traitors.

Don't need no traitors in here.

I pledged my life totheir mother Catelyn Stark.

I swore to her I'd bring her daughters home.

Sure I can't get you a bit more kidney pie?

What?

It's nothing, my lady.

You wouldn't be screwing your face up like that if it was nothing.

Don't want to offend, my lady.

Truly, I don't.

You're not interesting enough to be offensive.

The Lannisters want Lady Sansa.

The Lannisters have money.

People kill for money.

I don't think we should be telling people we're searching for Lady Sansa.

My lady. My lord.

Could I have a word?

What about? Not kidney pie.

You seem like a proper lady.

Someone who could be trusted.

I never met no Sansa Stark.

But I know her sister...

Arya.

No one's seen Arya Stark since her father was beheaded.

She's presumed dead.

She weren't when I last spoke to her.

When was that? - Heading up north withthe Night's Watch.

She was all dressed up as a boy.

Like your ladyship, only without the armor.

Going by the name Arry.

So what happened to her?

Well--

The quick version.

The Lannisters took us prisoner.

We escaped.

The Brotherhood took us prisoner.

They sold me to the innkeep.

They were gonna sell Aryato her mother at Riverrun along with another prisoner.

Big ugly fellow. Foul mouth and a face like a half-burnt ham.

Not friendly.

The Hound.

That's the one.

If you find her, could you give her this?

She liked the last one I gave her, but, well, this one turned out better.

Um, you were saying?

Her mother's dead, grandfather's dead, Walder Frey is the new lord of Riverrun.

The Brotherhood isn't going to Riverrun.

They'll take her to the Eyrie, my lady.

Why the Eyrie?

Her aunt, Lysa Arryn.

Catelyn Stark's sister.

She's Arya's last living relative with money.

She hates the Lannisters.

Lord Tyrion made sure I knew which house married which and who hated who.

Sansa could be there, too.

Aye, my lady.

Could be.

You sure about this?

I imagined you'd be back at the brothel at this hour.

I did spend some time with an absolutely stunning blonde the other day.

Mm, do tell.

I've got every kind of filth down here except the kind I like.

Your sister.

Cersei approached me.

We spoke a great dealabout her daughter.

How worried your sister is about her.

She was tryingvery hard to pretend she had not cometo sway me against you.

I think she may have evenbelieved it herself.

Making honest feelings do dishonest work is one of her many gifts.

It was difficult for her to hide her true intentions.

It is rare to meet a Lannister who shares my enthusiasm for dead Lannisters.

She desperately wants to see you killed.

She didn't need to bother you.

It looks as though I've taken care of that myself.

The joy she will feel when my head leaves my neck.

She's wanted this for a long time.

Yes, I know.

We met, you and I.

Many years ago.

I think I would have remembered that.

Unlikely.

You had just been born.

Our father brought me and my sister Elia with him on a visit to Casterly Rock.

My first time away from Dorne.

I didn't like anything about the Rock.

Not the food, not the weather, not your accents.

Nothing.

But the biggest disappointment... you.

You and my family have more in common than you might admit.

The whole way from Dorne all anyone talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister.

A head twicethe size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red eye, the privates of both a girl and a boy.

That would have made things so much easier.

When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us.

Every day we would ask.

Every day she would say, "Soon."

Then she and your brother took us to your nursery and... she unveiled the freak.

Your head was a bit large.

Your arms and legswere a bit small, but no claw.

No red eye.

No tail between your legs.

Just a tiny pink cock.

We didn't try to hideour disappointment.

"That's not a monster,"I told Cersei.

"That's just a baby."

And she said,"He killed my mother."

And she pinchedyour little cock so hard, I thought she might pull it off.

Until your brothermade her stop.

"It doesn't matter,"she told us.

"Everyone says he will die soon.

I hope they are right.

He should nothave lived this long."

Well... sooner or later, Cersei always gets what she wants.

And what about what I want?

Justice for my sister and her children.

If you want justice, you've come to the wrong place.

I disagree.

I've come to the perfect place.

I want to bring those who have wronged me to justice.

And all those who have wronged me are right here.

I will begin with Ser Gregor Clegane, who killed my sister's children and then raped her with their blood still on his hands before killing her, too.

I will be your champion.

Hello, Robin.

What are you doing?

I'm building my home, Winterfell.

At least I think I am.

I haven't been back there in a very long time.

Why did you leave?

It's a long story.

I stay here in the Eyrie.

Mother says it's dangerous on the roads and I have to keep myself safe because I'm the Lord of the Vale and the Lord of the Vale is a very important person.

Yes, you certainly are.

When will you go back?

Probably never.

My family doesn't live there anymore and someone burned it down.

Does Winterfell have a Moon Door?

No, I'm afraid not.

It's not high up in the mountains.

It's down on the ground.

That sounds dangerous.

How do you make people fly?

We don't.

What do you do with all the bad people and the scary people and the people you don't like?

I never did anything with them at all.

Girls didn't take part in that where I came from.

Well, I'm Lord of the Vale.

When I grow up, I'll be able to fly anybody who bothers me.

Or you.

When we get married, you can tell me if you don't like somebody and then we can bring them back here and, whoosh!

Right through the Moon Door.

I like the sound of that.

Let's put a Moon Door in your Winterfell.

All right.

It can go in here in this big tower.

Careful.

You've ruined it.

Now I'm going to have to rebuild the whole thing.

I didn't ruin it.

You did.

It was already ruined because it didn't have a Moon Door.

I was fixing it.

Knocking things down isn't fixing them.

It's ruining them.

I didn't ruin it!

You're being stupid.

I didn't ruin it!

Robin, I'm sorry, I-- Children.

I hit him.

Yes, I saw.

I shouldn't have done that.

No, his mother should have a long time ago.

Consider it a step in the right direction.

If he tells Aunt Lysa...

Let me worry about Aunt Lysa.

I was trying to remember what everything looked like.

I'll never see it again.

A lot can happen between now and never.

If you want to build a better home, first you must demolish the old one.

Why did you really kill Joffrey?

Tell me why.

I loved your mother more than you could ever know.

Given the opportunity, what do we do to those who've hurt the ones we love?

In a better world, one where love could overcome strength and duty, you might have been my child.

But we don't live in that world.

You're more beautiful than she ever was.

Lord Baelish...

Call me Petyr.

You wanted to see me, Aunt Lysa?

Come here, Sansa.

Do you know how far the fall is?

Neither do I, precisely.

Hundreds of feet.

It's fascinating what happens to bodies when they hit the rocks from such a height.

The impact breaks them right apart.

Like eggs dropped on the floor.

Sometimes pieces remain intact.

You'll find the head sitting on its own.

Every hair in place.

Blue eyes staring at nothing.

I know what you did.

I'm so sorry, Aunt Lysa.

I never should have hit Robin, I know it.

I promise it won't happen--

Don't be coy with me, you little whore.

You kissed him.

You kissed Petyr.

I didn't. You don't understand.

I saw you.

You can't lie to me because I saw it with my own eyes.

He kissed me. I pulled away.

Liar!

Whore! He is mine!

My father, my husband, my sister, they all stood between us and now they're all dead.

That's what happens to people who stand between Petyr and me.

Look down!

Look down!

Look down! Look down!

Lysa!

Let her go.

You want her?

This empty-headed child?

Let her go.

She's just like her mother.

She'll never love you.

I lied for you.

I killed for you.

Why did you bring her here? Why?

I'll send her away.

I swear on my life.

I swear to all the gods.

Let her go, Lysa.

Oh, my sweet wife.

My sweet, silly wife.

I have only loved one woman... only one, my entire life.

Your sister.

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You're accused of killing the king.

I didn't do it.

Which is why we're having a trial.

One of my three judges is my father.

Mace Tyrell will serve as the second judge.

I want you to be the third.

I will also invite you to sit on the Small Council.

I never realized you had such respect for Dorne.

What good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love?

You can avenge them.

You really believe Tyrion murdered your son?

You're still interested in being queen, I take it?

It would be a great honor.

But I will have to speak to my father about it.

I will speak to mine.

You started wars to protect this family's future.

Tyrion deserves for lighting our future to fire.

What kind of knight beats a helpless girl?

The kind who serves his king.

The next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him.

How many Hands have you betrayed, Pycelle?

I am loyal servant!

Throw him in one of the black cells.

Oh no, no, no, no.

There are many who know that without you, this city faced certain defeat.

The king won't give you any honors, but we will not forget.

The city is yours.

All these people are your subjects now.

Sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.

I will answer injustice with justice.

"Find a special gift.

"Theon's favorite toy.

"He cried when I took it away from him."

I'm going to pick the fastest ship in our fleet and I'm going to bring him home.

We need to look East for ships and men.

Soldiers win wars.

We don't have any gold.

I'm running out of time, Ser Davos, which means you're running out of time.

(theme music playing)

(seagulls calling)

(men shouting)

Your Grace, if you'd like to sit, I'm sure that--

We've been here since midday.

Easterners have a difference sense of time, I've often found.

Once I was waiting for Salladhor Saan here in Braavos.

Together, we were going to run three shiploads of the finest--

(doors close)

Welcome to the Iron Bank.

Please, sit.

What can we do for you, Lord Stannis?

This is Stannis of the House Baratheon,King of the Andalsand the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms

and Protector of the Realm.

The Iron Throneis currently occupied by Tommen of the House Baratheon, King of the Andals and the First Men,

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

He shares no blood with me.

He is a b*st*rd born of incest.

As was his brother before him.

Yes, we have heard this story.

It's not a story. It's the truth.

The king's grandfather tells a different story.

A story about a jealous uncle whose attempts to usurp the throne from the rightful king cost the Seven Kingdoms dearly in blood and gold.

Gold you loaned him.

And you feel your blood gives you a claim on our gold?

More than any man living.

Across the Narrow Sea, your books are filled with words like "usurper" and "madman" and "blood right."

Here, our books are filled with numbers.

We prefer the stories they tell.

More plain.

Less open to interpretation.

How many fighting men remain loyal to you?

4,000.

And how many ships do you have?

The ones still afloat,Ser Davos, not at the bottom of Blackwater Bay.

And how much wheat and barley and beef and pork do you produce on Dragonstone to feed your 4,000 men on your 32 ships?

None.

You can see why these numbers seem unlikely to add up to a happy ending from our perspective.

I'm afraid we must respectfullydecline your request.

But we thank you for payingus the honor of your visit.

My lord.

I'm not a lord, Ser Davos Seaworth.

You would not be either here.

In Braavos, thieves are not rewarded with titles.

Well, strictly speaking, I didn't do the thieving.

That would be the pirates.

I just moved what they stole from one place to another.

This is the payment that was demanded by King Stannis for my crimes.

I consider it an honest accounting.

He's an honest man and he's your best chance to get back the money you've sunk into Westeros.

Which is a lot, I imagine. Wars are expensive.

The war is over.

As long as Stannis lives, the war is not over.

Who's the real power in King's Landing?

Ser Davos...

Humor me.

Tywin Lannister.

How old is Tywin Lannister?

67. And when he dies, who's in command?

A half-grown boy,the product of incest?

Cersei Lannister, a queen whose people despise her?

Jaime Lannister, a man best known for killing the kinghe was sworn to protect?

When Tywin's gone, who do you back?

That is a problem for another time.

Begging your pardon, I think it's a problem for now.

There's only one reliable leader left in Westeros.

Stannis.

He's got the birthright.

He's in his prime.

He's a tried and tested battle commander.

And he doesn't just talk about paying people back, he does it.

Saan: The lookout sees a pirate ship sailing their way.

The captain shoutsto his first mate,"Bring me my red shirt."

The first mate brings the red shirt and the captain puts it on.

And when the pirates try to board, the brave captain leads his men to victory.

A few days later, the lookout screams, "Two pirate ships!"

The crew is shivering like scared mice.

But the courageous captain hollers, "Bring me my red shirt!"

After the battle,the first mate asks, "Captain, why do you call for your red shirt before battle?"

The captain replies,"So that if I am stabbed, you will not see me bleed."

The next morning the lookout screams, "10 pirate ships! We are surrounded!"

(women laugh)

The crew goes silent.

They all lookto their brave captain,waiting for his usual command.

Calm as ever,the captain bellows...

Women: "Bring me my brown pants!"

(laughs)

You think they ever met a pirate who didn't tell them that joke?

Davos.

(chuckles)

I heard you were rotting in a dungeon in Dragonstone.

Only half rotted.

(laughs)

Join us, my friend. Join us.

This is Lhara.

(gasps)

And this is--

I am Lhara.

(squeals)

(laughs)

She's an artist, this one, truly.

No time, I'm afraid. We sail at sunrise.

You, me-- we.

(scoffs)

Once I thought this man loved me.

Now I know he despises me.

He wants to see me die poor and alone on some cold--

You won't be alone.

And you won't be poor.

There's a chest of the good stuff left back at your house.

I gave it to your wife.

(women laugh)

You're not my friend, my friend.

(laughs)

I'll see you at sunrise.

Yara: "I give you until the full moon to order all ironborn scum out of the North and back to those shit-stained rocks you call home.

On the first night of the full moon, I will hunt down every islander still on our lands and flay them living, the way I flayed

the 20 ironborn scum I found at Winterfell.

In the box you'll finda special gift--Theon's favorite toy.

He cried when I tookit away from him.

Leave the North nowor more boxes will followwith more Theon.

Signed Ramsay Snow,natural born sonof Roose Bolton,Lord of the Dreadfortand Warden of the North."

Yara:They skinned our countrymen

and they mutilated my brother,your prince.

Your prince.

Everything they've done to him,they've also done to you.

Yes! Yes!

Yara: As long as they can hurt our prince with impunity,the word ironborn means nothing.

(moaning loudly)

(metal clinking)

(Myranda moaning)

(grunts)

Go left.

(men whispering)

(groans)

Theon Greyjoy.

I don't know-- I'm here for Theon Greyjoy.

Take me to the dungeons.

He's not in the dungeons.

(dogs panting)

(raspy breathing)

(door opens)

(alarm ringing)

(men shouting)

Last cage on the right.

Thank you.

(gurgles)

(swords clanging)

Man: This way!

(barking)

(whimpering)

We're going home.

It's all right.

It's me, Yara.

You can't trick me.

Tell him. Tell him you couldn't trick me.

I'm not tricking you, Theon. I'm saving you.

Not Theon! Reek!

Reek! My name is Reek!

First mate: They're here.

If they catch us in here, we're trapped.

Help me with him.

No, you can't!

You can't!

You're Theon Greyjoy.

No, I don't believe her!

I know who I am!

I'm Reek! Reek!

Loyal Reek!

Good Reek!

I've always been Reek!

(dogs barking)

(Theon whimpering)

This is turning into a lovely evening.

(shouting)

(snarling, barking)

(groans)

(laughs)

Theon:I'm Reek!

Loyal Reek!

Theon!

Give me my broth You've got bigger balls than he ever did.

But with those big balls of yours...how fast can you run?

(cage rattling)

(dogs barking)

Make for the ship, now.

But your brother.

My brother is dead.

Ramsay: I have a treat for you.

A reward.

Reward?

Yes, Reek.

Those creatures who came in the night, they wanted to take you away.

And you didn't let them.

You remained loyal.

I-- I didn't want them to take me.

I was so scared.

I didn't want them--

Yes, yes, Reek.

It's a bath.

For you.

Remove those rags.

The britches, too, Reek.

Take them off.

(whimpering)

(water splashes)

(whimpers)

(gasps)

Do you love me, Reek?

Yes, of course, my lord.

Good.

Because I need you to do something for me.

Something very important.

There's a castle, you see.

Some bad men hold this castle.

I need your help to take this castle back.

But how can-- I need you to play a role.

To pretend to be someone you're not.

Pretend to be who?

Theon Greyjoy.

(goats bleating)

(water splashes)

(water splashes)

(rock thuds)

(roaring)

(bleating)

(roaring)

(speaking Low Valyrian)

He is a goatherd.

He says he prayed for your victory against the slave masters.

I thank him for his prayers.

(speaks Low Valyrian)

(speaking Low Valyrian)

It was your dragons, he says.

They came this morningfor his flock.

(speaks Low Valyrian)

He hopes he has not offended Your Grace, but now he has nothing.

Tell this man I am sorry for his hardship.

(translating)

I cannot bring back his goats, but I will see he is paid their value three times over.

(speaking Low Valyrian)

Send the next one in.

Queen Daenerys.

Tales of your beauty were not exaggerated.

I thank you.

Mine is one of the oldest and proudest families in Meereen.

Then it is my honor to receive you.

My father, one of Meereen's most respected and beloved citizens, oversaw the restoration and maintenance of its greatest landmarks.

This pyramid included.

For that, he has my gratitude.

I should be honored to meet him.

You have, Your Grace.

You crucified him.

I pray you'll never live to see a member of your family treated so cruelly.

Your father crucified innocent children.

My father spoke out against crucifying those children.

He decried it as a criminal act, but was overruled.

Is it justice to answer one crime with another?

I am sorry you no longer have a father, but my treatment of the masters was no crime.

You'd be wise to remember that.

What's done is done.

You are the queen and I am a servant of Meereen.

A servant who does not wish to see its traditions eradicated.

And what traditions do you speak of?

The tradition of funeral rite.

Proper burial in the Temple of the Graces.

My father and noble Meereenese are still nailed to those posts, carrion for vultures, rotting in the sun.

Your Grace, I ask that you order these men taken down so that they might receive proper burials.

And what of the slave children these noble Meereenese crucified?

They were rotting in the sun as well.

Would you have begged me for their right to a proper burial?

Your Grace, I cannot defend the actions of the masters.

I can only speak to you as a son who loved his father.

Let me take his body down.

Let me have him broughtto the templeand buried with dignity so that he might find peace in the next world.

Bury your father, Hizdahr zo Loraq.

Thank you, my queen.

How many more?

There are 212 supplicants waiting, Your Grace.

Send the next one in.

These meetings aren't always going to be this early, are they?

I was up late last night.

So, does this mean I am a master of something now?

Coins, ships?

Lord Tywin and I already determined that I shall be the Master of Ships long before you--

Lord Tywin, it's a great honor to have been granted a seat on this council. I--

Tywin: The trial begins this afternoon.

We only have the morning for affairs of state.

Shall we begin?

Varys: Sandor Clegane has been spotted in the Riverlands, my lord.

A coward and a traitor.

My birds tell me the Hound slaughtered five of our soldiers.

I believe the phrase "f*ck the king" was uttered.

Disgraceful.

Tywin: What would it take to make the common soldier stupid enough to try his luck with the Hound?

10 silver stags seems a generous bounty.

Make it 100.

What else?

More whispers from the east, my lord.

The Targaryen girl?

Daenerys has taken up residence in Meereen.

She has conquered the city and rules as its queen.

Conquered with what?

Varys: She commands an army of Unsullied, my queen.

Some 8,000 strong.

She has a company of sellswords-- the Second Sons.

She has two knightsadvising her--

Jorah Mormont and Barristan Selmy.

And she has three dragons.

Baby dragons.

Larger every year, Your Grace.

Mormont is spying on her for us.

No longer. He appears to be fully devoted to her.

As for Ser Barristan, it would seem he took his dismissal from the Kingsguard a bit harder than anticipated.

He's an old man.

He wasn't fit to protect my son.

Joffrey didn't die on his watch.

Dismissing him was as insulting as it was stupid.

Don't tell me you're worried about a child halfway across the world.

A child with two seasoned warriors counseling her and a powerful army at her back, Your Grace.

Lord Varys is right.

I have been to Essos and seen the Unsullied firsthand.

They are very impressive on the battlefield.

Less so in the bedroom.

Dragons haven't won a war in 300 years.

Armies win them all the time.

She must be dealt with.

How, my lord?

By force?

Eventually, if it comes to that.

Can your little birds find their way into Meereen?

Most certainly, my Lord Hand.

Mmm. Lord Tyrell, be a good man.

Fetch my quill and paper.

(footsteps)

Prince Oberyn.

Lord Varys...

Only Varys.

I'm not actually a nobleman.

No one is under obligation to call me lord.

And yet everyone does.

You seem quite knowledgeable about the Unsullied.

Did you spend much time in Essos?

Five years.

May I ask why?

'Tis a big and beautiful world.

Most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it.

I don't want to be most of us.

Most of us aren't princes.

(chuckles)

You are from Essos.

Where? Lys?

I have an ear for accents.

I've lost my accent entirely.

I have an ear for that as well.

How did you get here?

It's a long story.

One you don't like telling people.

People I trust.

My paramour Ellaria, she would find you very interesting.

You should come to the brothel and meet her.

We brought our own wine, not the swill they serve here.

We have some lovely boys on retainer, but...

You did like boys before?

Really?

Girls? Hmm.

I hope you won't be offended when I say I never would have guessed.

Not at all.

But I was never interested in girls, either.

What then?

Nothing.

Everybody is interested in something.

Not me.

When I see what desire does to people, what it's done to this country, I am very glad to have no part in it.

Besides, the absence of desire leaves one free to pursue other things.

Such as?

(keys clinking)

Let me guess, I've been pardoned.

Really?

Father's orders.

Well, we mustn't disappoint Father.

(crowd murmuring)

Man:Kingslayer!

I, Tommen of the House Baratheon, First of my Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms,

do hereby recuse myself from this trial.

Tywin of the House Lannister, Hand of the King, Protector of the Realm, will sit as judge in my stead.

And with him Prince Oberyn of the House Martell and Lord Mace of the House Tyrell.

And if found guilty...

may the gods punish the accused.

Tyrion of the House Lannister, you stand accused by the Queen Regent of regicide.

Did you kill King Joffrey?

Did your wife, the Lady Sansa?

Not that I know of.

How would you say he died, then?

Choked on his pigeon pie.

So you would blame the bakers?

Or the pigeons.

Just leave me out of it.

(crowd murmuring)

The crown may call its first witness.

Once we'd got King Joffrey safely away from the mob, the Imp rounded on him.

He slapped the king across the face and called him a vicious idiot and a fool.

(crowd gasps)

It wasn't the first timethe Imp threatened Joffrey.

Right here in this throne room, he marched up those steps and called our king a halfwit.

Compared His Graceto the Mad Kingand suggested he'd meetthe same fate.

And when I spoke in the king's defense, he threatened to have me killed.

Oh, why don't you tell them what Joffrey was doing?

Tywin: Silence.

Pointing a loaded crossbow at Sansa Stark while you tore at her clothes and beat her.

Silence!

You will not speak unless called upon.

You're dismissed, Ser Meryn.

Basilisk venom, widow's blood, wolfsbane, essence of nightshade, sweetsleep, tears of Lys, demon's dance...

(mumbling)

blind eye--

I think you have made your point, Grand Maester.

You have a lot of poison in your store.

Had, Prince Oberyn.

My stores were plundered.

By whom?

Pycelle: By the accused, Tyrion Lannister, after he had me wrongfully imprisoned.

Tywin: Grand Maester, you examined King Joffrey's corpse.

Was it without question poison that killed him?

Without question.

(crowd murmuring)

This was found on the body of Dontos Hollard, the king's fool.

He was last seen spiriting Sansa Stark, the wife of the accused, away from the feast.

She wore this necklace the day of the wedding.

Residue of a most rare and terrible poison was found inside.

Was this one of the poisons stolen from your store?

It was.

The Strangler.

A poison few in the Seven Kingdoms possess.

And used to strike down the most noble child the gods ever put on this good earth.

(crowd murmuring)

Cersei: "I will hurt you for this.

A day will come when youthink you are safe and happyand your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth and you will know

the debt is paid."

Your own brother said this to you?

Shortly before the Battle of Blackwater Bay.

I confronted him about his plans to put Joffrey on the front lines.

As it turned out, when the attack came, Joff insisted on remaining at the battlements.

He believed his presence would inspire the troops.

Tyrion said, "And you will know the debt is paid."

What debt?

I discovered he'd been keeping whores in the Tower of the Hand.

I asked him to confine his salacious acts to the brothel where such behavior belongs.

He wasn't pleased.

Thank you, Your Grace, for the courage of your testimony.

Mace: Do you remember the precise nature of this threat?

Varys:I'm afraid I do, my lord.

He said, "Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then.

Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies."

And he said this to you at a meeting of the small council?

After we received word of Robb Stark's death.

He didn't seem gladdened by the news.

Perhaps his marriage to Sansa Stark had made him more sympathetic to the northern cause.

(crowd murmuring)

You're excused, Lord Varys.

Father, may I ask the witness one question?

You once said that without me, this city would have faced certain defeat.

You said the histories would never mention me, but you would not forget.

Have you forgotten, Lord Varys?

Sadly, my lord, I never forget a thing.

We will adjourn for now.

Toll the bells in an hour's time.

Guard:Clear the court!

(crowd chatting)

Jaime: You'd condemn your own son to death?

I've condemned no one. The trial is not over.

This isn't a trial.

It's a farce.

Cersei has manipulated everything and you know it.

I know nothing of the sort.

You've always hated Tyrion.

He killed his king.

As did I.

Do you know the last order the Mad King gave me?

To bring him your head.

I saved your life so you could murder my brother?

It won't be murder. It'll be justice.

Justice?

I'm performing my sworn duty as Hand of the King.

If Tyrion is found guilty, he will be punished accordingly.

He'll be executed.

No, he'll be punished accordingly.

Once you said family is what lives on.

All that lives on.

You told me about a dynasty that would last 1,000 years.

What happens to your dynasty when Tyrion dies?

I'm a Kingsguard, forbidden by oath to carry on the family line.

I'm well aware of your oath.

What happens to your name?

Who carries the lion banner into future battles?

Your nephews?

Lancel Lannister?

Others whose names I don't even remember?

What happens to my dynasty if I spare the life of my grandson's killer?

It survives through me.

I'll leave the Kingsguard.

I'll take my place as your son and heir if you let Tyrion live.

Done.

When the testimony's concluded and a guilty verdict rendered, Tyrion will be given the chance to speak.

He'll plead for mercy. I'll allow him to join the Night's Watch.

In three days' time, he'll depart for Castle Blackand live out his daysat the Wall.

You'll remove yourwhite cloak immediately.

You will leave King's Landingto assume your rightfulplace at Casterly Rock.

You will marry a suitable woman and father children named Lannister.

And you'll never turn your back on your family again.

You have my word.

And you have mine.

(bell tolling)

Not going well, is it?

You're going to be found guilty.

Oh, you think so?

When you are, you need to enter a formal plea for mercy and ask to be sent to the Wall.

Father's agreed to it.

He'll spare your life and allow you to join the Night's Watch.

Ned Stark was promised the same thing and we both knowhow that turned out.

Jaime: Father is not Joffrey. He'll keep his word.

How do you know?

Do you trust me?

Keep your mouth shut.

No more outbursts.

This will all be over soon.

The crown may call its next witness.

(footsteps)

State your name.

Shae.

Do you swear by all the gods that your testimony will be true and honest?

I swear it.

Do you know this man?

Tyrion Lannister.

How do you know him?

I was handmaiden to his wife Lady Sansa.

This man stands accused of murdering King Joffrey.

What do you know of this?

I know that he's guilty.

(crowd gasps)

He and Sansa planned it together.

(crowd murmuring)

Tywin:Silence!

Continue.

Shae: She wanted revenge for her father,her mother, her brother.

She blamed their deathson the king.

Tyrion was happy to help.

He hated Joffrey.

He hated the queen.

He hated you, my lord.

He stole poison from the Grand Maester's chamber to put in Joffrey's wine.

Oberyn: How could you possibly know all this?

Why would he reveal such plans to his wife's maid?

I wasn't just her maid.

I was his whore.

(crowd murmuring)

Mace: I beg your pardon?

You said you were his...

His whore.

How did you come to be in his service?

He stole me.

I was with another man, a knight in your lordship's army.

But when Tyrion arrived at the camp, he sent one of his cutthroats into our tent.

He broke the knight's armand brought me to Lord Tyrion.

"You belong to me now," he said.

"I want you to f*ck me like it's my last night in this world."

(crowd laughs)

Silence.

Silence!

(laughing stops)

Oberyn: And did you?

Did I what?

f*ck him like it was his last night in this world.

(crowd laughs)

I did everything he wanted.

Whatever he told me to do to him.

Whatever he felt like doing to me.

I kissed him where he wanted.

I licked him where he wanted.

I let him put himself where he wanted.

I was his property.

I would wait in his chambers for hours so he could use me when he was bored.

He ordered me to call him "my lion," so I did.

I took his face in my hands and said, "I am yours and you are mine."

(crowd murmuring)

Shae.

Please don't.

I am a whore.

Remember?

That was before he married Sansa.

After that, all he wanted was her.

But she wouldn't let him into her bed.

So he promised to kill King Joffrey for her.

(crowd clamoring)

I wish to confess.

I wish... to confess.

(crowd quiets)

You wish to confess?

I saved you.

I saved this city and all your worthless lives.

I should have let Stannis kill you all.

(clamoring)

Tywin: Tyrion.

Tywin: Do you wish to confess?

Yes, Father.

I'm guilty.

Guilty. Is that what you want to hear?

You admit you poisoned the king?

No, of that I'm innocent.

I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime.

I am guilty of being a dwarf.

You are not on trial for being a dwarf.

Tyrion:Oh, yes, I am.

I've been on trial for that my entire life.

Have you nothing to say in your defense?

Tyrion: Nothing but this--

I did not do it.

I did not kill Joffrey, but I wish that I had.

Watching your viciousb*st*rd die gave me more relief than 1,000 lying whores.

(crowd clamoring)

I wish I was the monster you think I am.

I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you.

I would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it.

Ser Meryn. Ser Meryn.

(crowd shouting)

Escort the prisoner back to his cell.

I will not give my life for Joffrey's murder.

And I know I'll getno justice here.

So I will let the gods decide my fate.

I demand a trial by combat.

(crowd shouting)

("Rains of Castamere" playing)

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04x05 - First of His Name.docx

(theme music playing)

High Septon: May the Warrior grant him courage and protect him in these perilous times. May the Smith grant him strength that he might bear this heavy burden And may the Crone, she that knows the fate of all men, show him the path he must walk and guide him through the dark places that lie ahead. In the light of the Seven, I now proclaim Tommen of the House Baratheon First of His Name King of the Andals and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.

Long may he reign!

All: Long may he reign!

(cheering)

Special day.

(crowd chatting)

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

There he is.

Long may he reign.

Long may he reign.

He sits the throne like he was born to it.

Yes. He wasn't, though, was he?

No, he wasn't.

You still mourn for Joffrey?

He was my husband. My king.

He would have been your nightmare.

Your Grace, I feel--

You knew exactly what he was.

I did, too.

You never love anything in the world the way you love your first child.

Doesn't matter what they do.

And what he did, it shocked me.

Do you think I'm easily shocked?

The things he did shocked me.

He's only a boy.

A good boy.

A decent boy.

He always has been.

Who was the lastdecent king, I wonder?

He could be the first man who sits on that throne in 50 years to actually deserve it.

It would be some consolation, wouldn't it?

For all the horror that put him there.

He will need help...

if he's going to rule well.

He has you.

A mother is not enough.

You're still interested in being queen, I take it?

After all that's happened-- it sounds strange, I know, but I am--

I haven't even given any thought to it, what comes next.

It would be a great honor, of course.

But I will have to speak to my father about it.

Yes, speak to your father.

I'll speak to mine.

We may be faced with an alarming number of weddings soon.

(chuckles)

I won't even know what to call you.

Sister?

Or Mother?

King Joffrey Baratheon is dead.

Murdered at his own wedding.

Barristan: And we have taken the Meereenese navy, Your Grace.

The Second Sons took the Meereenese navy.

Who told you to take the navy?

No one.

So why did you do it?

I heard you liked ships.

How many ships?

93 , Your Grace.

How many men can they carry?

93,000, not counting sailors.

Would that be enough to take King's Landing?

The Lannisters have more.

Barristan: They've been fighting Joffrey's wars for years.

They're tired, dispersed.

And now their king is dead.

8,000 Unsullied,

2,000 Second Sons

sailing into Blackwater Bayand storming the gateswithout warning.

It's hard to say.

It could be enough.

But we're not fighting to make you queen of King's Landing.

10,000 men can't conquer Westeros.

The old houses will flock to our queen when she crosses the Narrow Sea.

The old houses will flock to whichever side they think will win, as they always have.

There's other news.

From Yunkai.

Without the Unsullied to enforce your rule, the Wise Masters have retaken control of the city.

They've reenslaved the freedmen who stayed behind and sworn to take revenge against you.

And in Astapor, the council you installed to rule over the city has been overthrown by a butcher named Cleon who's declared himself "His Imperial Majesty."

Please leave me.

Not you, Jorah.

It appears my liberation of Slaver's Bay isn't going quite as planned.

You could sail for Westeros and leave it all behind.

A boy sits on the Iron Throne.

A boy many believe to be a b*st*rd with no right to it.

They've never been more vulnerable.

You counseled me against rashness once in Qarth.

I didn't listen.

That all worked out well.

(chuckles)

How can I rule seven kingdoms if I can't control Slaver's Bay?

Why should anyone trust me?

Why should anyone follow me?

You're a Targaryen.

You're the Mother of Dragons.

I need to be more than that.

I will not let those I have freed slide back into chains.

I will not sail for Westeros.

What, then?

I will do what queens do.

I will rule.

Pull up your hood.

A memorable shade.

But how would they know?

You know what kind of stories poor men enjoy the most?

Ones about rich girls they'll never meet.

Is this the only way into the Eyrie?

The mountains are impassable.

If you want to get to the Eyrie, you need to go through the Bloody Gate.

It doesn't matter how large your army is, if you attack this gate, you do it on this road, three men abreast and get slaughtered like goats.

The first Lords of the Vale didn't have much, but they had these mountains and they knew how to use them.

And the fortress they built here has never been overcome.

Not once in 1,000 years.

Know your strengths, use them wisely, and one man can be worth 10,000.

Knight: Who would pass the Bloody Gate?

Lord Petyr Baelish and his niece Alayne.

Stand to.

Stand to!

Stand to!

Welcome back, Lord Baelish.

(gate clanking)

(door opens)

Uncle Petyr!

Littlefinger:My lord.

I have brought you a gift.

Lord Baelish.

My lady.

Look what Uncle Petyr brought me.

A beautiful gift for a beautiful boy.

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Arryn.

My name is Al--

Oh, do take down that hood, child.

Don't you think I know who you are?

You think I'd let my intended leave the Eyrie on urgent business without knowing what that business was?

I let him go so he could bring you here to me.

My flesh and blood.

It's wonderful to meet you, Aunt Lysa.

You mustn't call me that in front of anyone else.

Of course.

I understand.

No one can know you're here.

It would put us in a very precarious position.

I would never say a thing.

The Lannisters want to destroy us.

They've been trying for years.

Now they knowwhat it feels like.

Mummy said they killed your mother and they chopped off your brother's head.

They did, and my father's.

They killed my father, too, with poison.

I wanted to make the little Lannister baby man fly, but Mother said I couldn't.

Make him fly?

Through the Moon Door.

(giggles)

Lysa: And on top of everything else, they made you marry that filthy troll.

They did.

They made us both.

Lord Tyrion didn't want to.

Lysa: I don't believe that for a moment.

Did he force himself on you?

We never--

Lysa: Good.

Robin, this is your cousin Sansa.

But you're not to call her Sansa in front of anyone but Uncle Petyr and myself.

Do you understand?

Sansa, this is my son Robin.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Robin.

Robin, show Sansa to her chamber.

Take the back stairs.

We'll speak soon.

What took you so long?

Arranging for the ascension of King Tommen I, extricating Sansa, getting her here alive.

She's here. We've spent more than enough time on her for one evening.

Let's get married tonight.

Ought we not... inform the Lords of the Vale about the ceremony?

There's only one Lord of the Vale.

The others can all hang.

Lurking and simpering on the stairs like buzzards the moment my husband died, trying to get their claws in me.

I do think that we could wait until--

I'm done waiting, Petyr.

We had our wedding night many years ago.

Or don't you remember?

Like it was yesterday.

What wife would do for you the things I've done for you?

What wife would trust you the way I've trusted you?

When you gave me those drops and told me to pour them into Jon's wine, my husband's wine-- when you told me to write a letter to Cat telling her it was the Lannisters--

(moans)

The deed is done.

Faded into nothing.

Only speaking of it can make it real.

Tonight it is, then.

(laughs)

Let me bathe and dress for the occasion.

Once I'm presentable, I'll call on the septon immediately.

I'm warning you.

I'm going to scream when my husband makes love to me.

I'm going to scream so loud, they'll hear me clear across the Narrow Sea.

(Lysa screaming)

(grunting, moaning)

(screaming)

(moaning, screaming continues)

When will the wedding take place in your mind?

As soon as decency permits.

After we've allowed Tommen the appropriate time to mourn his brother and Margaery to mourn her husband.

A fortnight?

That seems reasonable.

No jugglers, no jousting dwarves, no 77-course meals.

And your wedding to Loras?

Shortly after Tommen's.

Shortly?

A fortnight.

I know you don't like them.

I didn't like your husband.

Used to pat me on the back a lot.

I didn't trust him.

We had that in common.

You don't need to make formal alliances with people you trust.

Then whom can we trust?

Ourselves alone.

The Tyrells are our only true rivals in terms of resources and we need them on our side.

Robert wasn't particularly rich.

Robert had me funding him.

Wars swallow gold like a pit in the earth.

I suppose that explains why we did so well in the last one.

Do you know how much gold was mined in the Westerlands this past year?

Haven't a clue.

Go on, your best guess.

Pounds, tons, ounces?

Doesn't matter.

The answer is the same.

That can't be.

Our last working mine ran dry three years ago.

Then how do we pay for anything?

The crown owes the Iron Bank of Braavos a tremendous amount of money.

How much?

A tremendous amount.

There must be someone at the Iron Bank you can speak to, come to some arrangement.

The Iron Bank is the Iron Bank.

There is no someone.

Someone does work there.

It is comprised of people.

And a temple is comprised of stones.

One stone crumbles and another takes its place.

And the temple holds its form for 1,000 years or more.

That's what the Iron Bank is-- a temple.

We all live in its shadow and almost none of us know it.

You can't run from them.

You can't cheat them.

You can't sway them with excuses.

If you owe them money and you don't want to crumble yourself, you pay it back.

Vesting the Tyrells in the crown will help a great deal in this respect.

It's for the good of the family, I understand that.

I'm not sure my brothers do.

I know you're building a strong case against Tyrion.

And as a mother,that is your right.

But as a judge, I cannot discuss the trial with you.

I respect that.

We don't need to discuss it.

The Lannister legacy is the only thing that matters.

You've started wars to protect this family.

Turned your back on Jaime for refusing to contribute to its future.

What does Tyrion deserve for lighting that future on fire?

Arya:Joffrey.

Cersei.

Walder Frey.

Meryn Trant.

Tywin Lannister.

The Red Woman.

Beric Dondarrion.

Thoros of Myr.

Ilyn Payne.

The Mountain.

Would you shut up?

I can't sleep until I say the names.

The names of every f*cking person in Westeros?

Only the ones I'm going to kill.

(chuckles)

Hate's as good a thing as any to keep a person going.

Better than most.

We come across my brother, maybe we can both cross a name off our list.

If he were here right now, what would you do?

I'd tell him to shut the f*ck up so I can get some sleep.

Go on, get it over with, your list of doomed men.

I'm almost done.

Only one name left.

Go on.

The Hound.

Thank you.

Your mother always had a sweet tooth, you know?

Really?

Oh, yes.

At suppertime, she would go straight for honey cakes, candied almonds, custard.

Anything sweet.

Eventually, your grandfather had to assign a septa to watch her at meals.

Cat was the firstborn daughter after all.

It was important that she remain desirable so Father could arrange a good match for her and she was starting to get fat.

My mother fat?

She never let me have my pudding until I'd finished all my proper food.

This is before she married your father and moved to the North.

By the time you were born, your father's austerity had become hers.

Marriage changes people.

I didn't mean for you to stop.

Go on, enjoy them.

How do you like them?

They're delicious.

Where did you get the lemons?

You can't grow them up here.

Oh, gods, no.

Petyr had three crates brought all the way from King's Landing.

He knew you liked lemon cakes.

He's so kind.

He really cares for you.

Think where you'd be without him.

In their clutches and tried for murder.

I'm very lucky.

He feels responsible for you.

Oh, I know he does.

I'm so grateful.

Why does he feel responsible for you?

Well, I'm half Tully.

He loved your family so much.

Loved your mother.

That's what you wanted to say.

He loves you, Aunt Lysa.

He's married to you.

Your mother never loved him. Never.

Cat always went straight for the sweetest thing.

The most obvious thing. Your Uncle Brandon.

Your handsome, arrogant, cruel Uncle Brandon.

He almost killed Petyr in a duel.

And your mother loved him anyway.

And now Petyr is risking his life to save you, the daughter of a woman who didn't love him no more than those whores in his brothels.

Has he told you about them?

He hasn't told you about the vile things they do with their bodies?

The vile things they let him do with their bodies?

No, never.

Are you pregnant?

What? No, I told you. Lord Tyrion and I never--

I wasn't asking about Tyrion.

What have you let Petyr do with your body?

Aunt Lysa, no, I--

Your young, pretty body.

Nothing. I'm a virgin.

Don't lie to me.

You're hurting me.

I'll know if you lie.

I'm a virgin, I swear it.

He loves you, Aunt Lysa.

All he says is that I'm stupid.

I'm a stupid little girl with stupid dreams who never learns and I'm a terrible liar, so I should always tell the truth.

And I swear to you that he has never touched me.

Not once, not ever.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

It's all right.

It will all be all right.

You'll be a widow soon.

They'll execute that dwarf for murdering the king and you'll be free to marry Robin.

You'll be the Lady of the Vale.

(horse whinnies)

(grunting)

Didn't they teach you how to ride a horse?

Yes, my lady, when I was young.

There wasn't much call for it with Lord Tyrion, though.

He preferred litters.

Perhaps you should have stayed with him.

It's not going to be a pleasant journey for you.

It could take weeks to get to the Wall, depending on the weather.

That's a long way off.

Well, Lady Sansa's brother's at Castle Black.

If I were her, that's where I'd go.

Feel free to stop at any point.

Never, my lady. I'm your squire.

I've made it this far in the world without a squire.

I don't see why I need one now.

All knights have squires, my lady.

I'm not a knight.

And I'm not a slaver, either. I don't own you.

I swore an oath, my lady.

I am releasing you from that oath.

That means you could leave.

I know.

What do you think will happen if you leave?

They'll say I wasn't a very good squire.

(horse nickers)

(whinnies)

The hell you doing?

Practicing.

What, ways to die?

No one's going to kill me.

They will if you nance around like that.

That's no way to fight.

It's not fighting.

It's water dancing.

Dancing?

Maybe you ought to put on a dress.

Who taught you that shite?

The greatest swordsman who ever lived.

Syrio Forel, the First Sword to the Sealord of Braavos.

Braavos.

(scoffs)

Greasy-haired little b*st*rd, I bet.

They all are.

What do you know about anything?

I bet his hair is greasier than Joffrey's c**t.

It was not.

Was? He dead?

He was killed.

Who by?

Meryn Trant.

That's why Ser Meryn--

Meryn Trant?

The greatest swordsman who ever lived killed by Meryn f*cking Trant?

He was outnumbered.

Any boy whore with a sword could beat three Meryn Trants.

Syrio didn't have a sword. Or armor. Just a stick.

The greatest swordsman who ever lived didn't have a sword?

(laughs)

All right.

You have a sword.

Let's see what he taught you.

Go on, do it for your Braavosi friend.

Dead like all the rest of your friends.

(grunts)

Your friend's dead and Meryn Trant's not 'cause Trant had armor and a big f*cking sword.

(scoffs)

(bird calling)

Your Grace.

Prince Oberyn.

Writing letters?

A poem, actually.

May I show you the gardens?

I couldn't very well refuse a royal escort.

No, you couldn't.

I didn't realize you were a poet.

Not a very good one.

For your paramour?

For one of my daughters.

You have several, don't you?

Eight.

Eight?

Eight daughters?

The fifth is difficult.

I named her after my sister Elia.

Beautiful name.

But I can't say it without turning sad.

And after I turn sad, I grow angry.

Perhaps that's why she's difficult.

The gods love their stupid jokes, don't they?

Which joke is that?

You're a prince of Dorne.

A legendary fighter.

A brilliant man feared throughout Westeros.

But you could not save your sister.

I'm a Lannister. Queen for 19 years.

Daughter of the most powerful man alive.

But I could not save my son.

What good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love?

We can avenge them.

Yes, we can avenge them.

You really believe Tyrion murdered your son?

I know he did.

We will have a trial and we will learn the truth.

We'll have a trial, anyway.

I haven't seen my daughter in over a year.

The last time I saw her, she was swimming with two of my girls in the Water Gardens.

Laughing in the sun.

I want to believe that.

I want to believe she's happy.

You have my word.

We don't hurt little girls in Dorne.

Everywhere in the world, they hurt little girls.

Would you bring her a gift for me?

I wasn't there for her name day.

I don't know when I'll see her again.

Anything at all.

The best shipwrights in King's Landing have been working on it for months.

Myrcella loves the open water.

Oberyn: I will have it sailed down to Sunspear for her.

Please tell her... her mother misses her very much.

Podrick: Oh, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

Hells.

Gods.

Did you remove the skin?

No, my lady.

Have you ever cooked a rabbit before?

No, my lady.

Did you ever cook anything for Lord Tyrion?

No, my lady.

That was the cooks.

(groans)

What are you doing?

I'm helping you with your armor.

I've been removing my own armor for quite some time, thank you very much.

What exactly did you do for Lord Tyrion?

I brought him his meals and cleared his table when he was finished.

I kept his clothing and linens clean.

Carried his messages and returned the replies.

Mostly I poured wine.

Whilst in Lord Tyrion's service, did you ever do anything remotely related to combat?

I killed a man.

A Kingsguard.

He tried to kill Lord Tyrion at the Blackwater.

How did you kill a Kingsguard?

I pushed a spear through the back of his head.

Bloody ridiculous.

Help me with these straps.

(woman whimpering)

(Rast laughing)

Rast: Hey.

Hey, get up.

Get up.

(sobbing)

Man: That's it lad, put it inside.

Get the fire going again.We're all freezing.

Aye. What we need is a girl there.

I've got to have a piss.

(pigs grunting)

(women whimpering)

Now keep quiet.

(rattles)

(lantern squeaking)

(coughs)

You need water.

It doesn't matter.

Of course it matters.

You mustn't let anything stop you.

They already have stopped me.

You're not here.

You're far from here.

What does that mean?

(crows cawing)

At the hill.

A great weirwood tree.

You've seen it, too.

Meera and I, even Hodor, we're only here to guide you.

He's waiting for you.

We have to find it.

You have to make it.

We will.

This-- this isn't the end.

Not for you.

Not yet.

Meera:How... will we know the end?

You'll know.

(footsteps)

Locke:Brothers.

You do move quiet.

How many?

11 men.

Most of them already drunk.

No guards posted. They don't seem to have a care in the world.

We'll carve them up like walnut pie.

Karl was a top paid cutthroat in Flea Bottom.

I've seen what he can do with a knife.

Have you seen what I can do with a knife?

(chuckles)

Not yet.

There's a hut on the west side of the keep. We should steer clear of it.

They've got some hounds chained up inside.

Closer we can get without the dogs sniffing us, the better.

New moon tonight.

(sighs)

Get some rest.

We move at sundown.

I've always liked a girl with curls.

A touch of class.

You take whatever's left.

Get her up.

Bran:Stop.

Stop.

What are you doing?

Hodor:Hodor. Hodor. Hodor.

Stop.

Stop!

Hodor: Hodor. Hodor.

Bran: Stop!

Please.

Hodor.

Please, get off her!

Hodor. Hodor.

Please!

Please, leave her alone!

Bran:Please, stop. Stop.

What are you doing? Leave her alone!

Hodor. Hodor.

No!

Shh, shh, shh.

(gasping)

(whimpering)

You've got pretty hair, don't you?

Now what is a pretty little highborn girl like you doing out here in the deep, dark woods, eh?

You left your daddy's castle looking for trouble, didn't you?

No dresses for you.

You like it rough, don't you?

You like it in the gutter, don't you?

If you let my sister go, I can help you.

You can help me?

I can.

And how you gonna do that?

I have the sight.

I can see things.

That's very helpful.

Things that haven't

happened yet.

What a fine thing.

A fine thing.

Have you seen what I'm gonna do to your sister?

Have you seen what they're going to do to your sister?

Don't close your eyes.

I saw you die tonight.

I saw your body burn.

I saw the snow fall and bury your bones.

Man:To arms!

They're here, the Night's Watch.

(men shouting)

(woman screaming)

(screams)

Rescue party is here, lads.

Lady.

Is Jon with you?

I'll take you to him.

You're Brandon Stark?

(gasps)

Hodor. Hodor.

The little crippled lord.

We're going for a ride, boy.

Jon! Jon!

Keep talking and I'll cut your friends' throats.

Starting with the idiot.

Do you hear?

Do you hear?

Hodor:Hodor! Hodor!

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor.

(grunting)

(choking)

(neck cracks)

Hodor.

Hodor, get his knife.

Cut me loose.

Hodor, get his knife.

Hodor.

Cut me loose, Hodor.

Jojen and Meera, free them.

Go!

(swords clanking)

(men shouting)

If he sees you, he won't let you go north.

He's my brother.

And wants to protect you.

He'll take you backto Castle Black.

You have to decide.

Do you want to find the three-eyed raven?

Bran: Hodor.

Hodor: Hodor.

We need to free Summer.

And we need to go.

(shouts)

(groans)

Lord Snow.

Are you bringing me back for trial?

We had a good thing here.

We were free men.

You'll never be free.

You'll never know what that's like.

You learn how to fight in a castle?

(groans)

Some old man teach you how to stand, how to parry?

(groans)

How to fight with honor?

You know what's wrong with honor?

(spits)

(grunts)

(gurgling)

(panting)

Are you all right?

Come with me.

Come on.

(grunts)

We lost four brothers?

Five.

What the seven hells could do that to a man?

I count 10 dead mutineers.

Locke said there were 11 of them.

Where's Rast?

(wind howling)

(panting)

(crows cawing)

(roaring)

(Rast screams)

Here's another.

Jon:Where in seven hells?

Come here.

(whining)

I missed you, boy.

What should we do with this lot?

It's not safe for you here on your own.

Mance Rayder has an army heading this way and there's worse out there than Mance.

Come with us to Castle Black.

We can find you work.

Keep you safe.

Meaning all respect, Ser Crow, Craster beat us and worse.

Your brother crows beat us and worse.

We'll find our own way.

You want to stay here in Craster's Keep?

(spits)

Burn it to the ground and all the dead with it.

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 04x04) - Game of Thrones Script, 4x04 - Oathkeeper

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04x04 - Oathkeeper.docx

(theme music playing)

My name is Grey Worm.

I come from the Summer "Ills."

Isles. Summer Isles.

Grey Worm: Summer Isles.

(speaking Valyrian)

I am from an island called Naath.

When they took you?

"When did they take me?"

I was five years old.

You remember your home?

I remember when they rowed us away from shore.

How white the beaches were.

How tall the trees.

And I remember my village burning.

Smoke rising into the sky.

Do you remember your home?

Unsullied.

Always Unsullied.

Before Unsullied, nothing.

That's not true.

Perhaps one day you will return to the Summer Isles.

I don't want return.

(speaking Valyrian)

Kill the masters.

Kill the masters.

Daenerys:How are the lessons coming?

Very well, Your Grace.

Missandei is teacher good, my queen.

You'll have to continue later.

It's time.

(grunting)

(speaks Valyrian)

(speaks Valyrian)

(gasps)

(slaves shouting)

(screaming)

(slaves shouting)

Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa!

Mhysa! Mhysa!

Mhysa! Mhysa!

(shouting continues)

(shouting continues)

Mhysa! Mhysa!

Daenerys:Remind me, Ser Jorah,how many children did the Great Masters nail to mileposts?

163, Khaleesi.

Yes, that was it.

(shouts in Valyrian)

Barristan: Your Grace, may I have a word?

The city is yours.

All these people,they're your subjects now.

Sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.

I will answer injustice with justice.

(screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(screams echoing)

(panting)

(grunts)

What the hell was that?

That was me knocking your ass to the dirt with your own hand.

You're a rare talent.

When you're fighting cripples, anyway.

You learned to fight like a good little boy.

I'll bet that thrust through the Mad King's back was pretty as a picture.

You want to fight prettyor you want to win?

You talk to my brother this way?

All the time.

He got used to it.

Do you think he did it?

Oh, he hated the little twat, sure.

But who didn't?

And poison's not his style.

Or murder, for that matter.

You want to know for sure, why don't you ask him?

You haven't been to see him yet, eh?

We're done for today.

(seagulls calling)

Your brother ever tell you how I came into his service?

You stood for him in his trial by combat at the Eyrie.

But only when Lady Arryn demanded the trial take place that day.

You were his first choice.

He named you for his champion because he knew you would ride day and night to come fight for him.

You gonna fight for him now?

To tell you the truth, this isn't so bad.

Four walls.

A pot to piss in.

I was chained to a wooden post covered in my own sh1t for months.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Maybe a bit.

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.

It's complicated, yes.

So how is our sister?

How do you think?

Her son died in her arms.

Her son?

Don't.

You know what's coming?

My trial for regicide.

Yes, I know.

I know the whole bloody country thinks I'm guilty.

I know that one of my three judges has wished me dead more times than I can count.

And that judge is my father.

As for Cersei, well, she's probably working on a way to avoid a trial altogether by having me killed.

Now that you mention it, she did ask.

So, should I turn around and close my eyes?

Depends.

Did you do it?

The Kingslayer brothers.

You like it?

I like it.

You're really asking if I killed your son?

Are you really asking if I'd kill my brother?

How can I help you?

Well, you could set me free.

You know I can't.

Then there's really nothing else to say.

What do you want me to do?

Kill the guards?

Sneak you out of the city in the back of a cart?

I'm the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

Sorry, I'd forgotten.

I'd hate for you to do something inappropriate.

Inappropriate?

You're accused of killing the king.

Freeing you is treason.

Except I didn't do it.

Which is why we're having a trial.

A trial.

If the killer threw himself before the Iron Throne, confessed to his crimes, and gave irrefutable evidence of his guilt, it wouldn't matter to Cersei.

She won't rest until my head's on a spike.

Not just yours.

She's offering a knighthood to whomever finds Sansa Stark.

Sansa couldn't have done this.

She had more reason than anyone in the Seven Kingdoms.

Do you think it's a coincidence she disappeared the same night Joffrey died?

No, but...

Sansa's not a killer.

Not yet, anyway.

(wood creaking)

(men shouting)

(footsteps approaching)

Where are you taking me?

I'm getting married to your Aunt Lysa.

She's waiting for us at the Eyrie.

You'll be safe there.

Did you kill Joffrey?

Did I kill Joffrey?

I've been in the Vale for weeks.

I know it was you.

And who helped me with this conspiracy?

Well, there was Ser Dontos.

You used him to get me out of King's Landing, but you would never trust him to kill the king.

Why not?

Because you're too smart to trust a drunk.

Then perhaps it was your husband.

How do you know?

I just do.

You're right.

He wasn't involved in Joffrey's death.

But you were.

Do you remember that lovelynecklace Dontos gave you?

I don't suppose you noticedthat a stone was missingafter the feast.

The poison.

I don't understand.

The Lannisters gave you wealth, power.

Joffrey made you the Lord of Harrenhal.

A man with no motive is a man no one suspects.

Always keep your foes confused.

If they don't know who you are or what you want, they can't know what you plan to do next.

I don't believe you.

If they catch you, they'll put your head on a spike just like my father's.

You'd risk that just to confuse them?

So many men, they risk so little.

They spend their lives avoiding danger.

And then they die.

I'd risk everything to get what I want.

And what do you want?

Everything.

My friendship with the Lannisters was productive.

But Joffrey, a vicious boy with a crown on his head, is not a reliable ally.

And who could trust a friend like that?

Who could trust you?

I don't want friends like me.

My new friends are predictable.

Very reasonable people.

As for what happened to Joffrey, well, that was something my new friends wanted very badly.

Nothing like a thoughtful gift to make a new friendshipgrow strong.

I can't believe you're going.

Leaving me alone here with these people.

The time has come, my dear.

There's nothing more tedious than a trial.

Except perhaps these gardens.

If I have to take one more leisurely stroll through these gardens, I'll fling myself from the cliffs.

(Margaery laughs)

Have you been to see Tommen yet?

Have they even agreed to the match?

No one tells me anything.

I wasn't originally meant to marry your grandfather Luthor, you know.

He was engaged to my sister, your great-aunt Viola.

I was to be given to some Targaryen or other.

Marrying a Targaryen was all the rage back then.

But the moment I saw my intended, with his twitchy little ferret's face and ludicrous silver hair, I knew he wouldn't do.

So the evening before Luthor was to propose to my sister, I got lost on my way back from my embroidery lesson and happened upon his chamber.

(laughs)

How absentminded of me.

Mm-hmm.

The following morning, Luthor never made it down the stairs to propose to my sister 'cause the boy couldn't bloody walk.

And once he could, the only thing he wanted was what I'd given him the night before.

I was good.

I was very, very good.

You are even better.

But you need to act quickly.

Cersei may be vicious, but she's not stupid.

She'll turn the boy against you as soon as she can.

And by the time you're married, it'll be too late.

Luckily for you, the Queen Regent is rather distracted at the moment, mourning her dear departed boy.

Accusing her brother of his murder, which he didn't commit.

Well, he could have done.

He could have done, but he didn't.

You don't know, Grandmother.

But I do know.

You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?

What?

I don't understand.

Shh. Don't you worry yourself about all that.

You just do what needs to be done.

Jon:Bring it through!

(swords clanging)

And again.

(laughs)

Very nice. Good.

A lot of wildlings fight with a weapon in each hand.

First thing you want to do is disarm them to try and even the odds.

Let's see what you can do.

Olly, you just watch for now.

I can fight.

Have you ever held a sword before?

I was the best archer in our hamlet.

(men laugh)

I was!

I believe you.

We'll go hunting for rabbits one day.

Right now, watch and learn.

You two.

Take it slow, try and disarm each other.

(shouts)

(groans)

You know how to fight.

You could have gone easier on him.

He wouldn't have learned anything that way.

Alliser:Lord Snow.

What do you think you're doing?

Grenn and I were helping them.

Grenn's a ranger.

You're a steward.

Maybe you forgot that while you were off with your wildling bitch, Someone has to train them.

And that someone isn't you.

Go find a chamber pot to empty.

Go on. Do it.

You traitor's b*st*rd.

Give me an excuse.

Mormont's not here to protect you now.

Get back to work.

I said now!

The b*st*rd's well-liked.

You're not.

You think I care if they like me?

We're at war.

For now.

But you can't be acting commander forever.

There will be a choosing.

The old maester will insist on it.

You might reconsider his request to march on Craster's.

Let the mutineers take care of Snow.

Or you might be taking orders from him the rest of your life.

A b*st*rd, eh?

Took you for highborn.

My father was highborn.

My mother wasn't.

Name's Locke.

Jon Snow.

You fight well.

What brought you up here?

A sense of duty.

I wanted to do my part for the safety of the realm.

(laughs)

I was a game warden in the Stormlands.

Fed a prized partridge to my hungry kids.

I was stupid enough to get caught.

Chose the Wall over losing my hand.

Figured I wouldn't have to suck up to any highborn c**ts here.

Alliser:Come on, get on with it.

What are you waiting for? Summer?

Guess I was wrong.

(knocking)

(knocking)

(knocking)

You sent for me, Your Grace?

Your Grace.

How formal of you.

How many Kingsguards are posted outside Tommen's door?

Ser Boros is on duty tonight.

Tomorrow I believe--

So one?

You have one man guarding the future king?

I promise you Tommen's safe.

We're protecting him.

The way you protected Joffrey?

Why did Catelyn Stark set you free?

What?

I've been wondering for months.

Ever since that great cow brought you back to the capital.

Why did she set you free?

You know why. She'd hoped I'd send her daughters back to her.

She hoped or did you promise?

I swore by all the gods that if her daughters were alive, I'd return them to her.

So you made a sacred vow to the enemy.

I wanted to get back to you.

Should I have told her to f*ck off?

You didn't mean it, then?

You have no loyalty to Catelyn Stark?

Catelyn Stark's dead.

So if I told you to leave the capital right now and find Sansa, if I told you to find that murderous little bitch and bring me her head, would you do it?

I know you went to see Tyrion.

That creature who murdered our son.

I had to see him.

I had to know for myself.

He didn't do it, Cersei.

You've always pitied him.

Our poor little brother.

Abused by the world.

Despised by his father and sister.

He'd kill us all if he could.

I want four men at Tommen's door day and night.

That will be all, Lord Commander.

(sighs)

(door opens)

Ser Pounce?

(door creaks)

(door closes)

How did you get past the Kingsguard?

Kingsguard.

I don't think you're supposed to be here.

Mother doesn't allow me to have visitors at night.

I'm not a visitor, Your Grace.

Word has it I'm to be your bride.

Did you know that people in arranged marriages often never meet until their wedding day?

Before we decide to spend our lives together, we ought to get to know one another.

Don't you think?

But if my mother found out--

It can be our secret.

If we're going to be man and wife, we'll have a few secrets from her, I hope.

So, Your Grace...

Tell me a secret.

(cat meows)

(laughs)

Hello. Aren't you a proper fellow?

That's Ser Pounce.

Very handsome.

Joffrey didn't like him.

He threatened to skin him alive and mix his innards up in my food so I wouldn't know I was eating him.

That's very cruel.

You don't strike me as cruel.

I don't think I am.

That's a relief.

Because you know what happens when we marry?

We say our vows in front of the high septon.

And after the ceremony, there's a feast.

When we marry, I become yours.

Forever.

It's getting late.

(sighs)

I should go.

May I come and visit you again?

(laughs)

All right, then.

Remember, our little secret.

(door closes)

Brienne:"Ser Jaime Lannister.

Knighted and named to the Kingsguard in his 16th year.

At the sack of King's Landing, murdered his king Aerys II.

Pardoned by Robert Baratheon.

Thereafter known as the Kingslayer."

It's the duty of the Lord Commander to fill those pages.

And there's still room left on mine.

Valyrian steel.

It's yours.

I can't accept this.

It was reforged from Ned Stark's sword.

You'll use it to defend Ned Stark's daughter.

You swore an oath to return the Stark girls to their mother.

Lady Stark's dead.

Arya's probably dead, too, but there's still a chance to find Sansa and get her somewhere safe.

I've got something else for you.

I hope I got your measurements right.

I'll find her.

For Lady Catelyn.

And for you.

I almost forgot.

I have one more gift.

I don't need a squire.

Of course you do.

He'll slow me down.

My brother owes him a debt.

He's not safe here.

You're keeping him from harm.

It's chivalry.

I won't slow you down, ser-- my lady.

I promise I'll serve you well.

See? He's a good lad.

You'll get along.

Compliments of Lord Tyrion.

His axe from the Blackwater.

What are you waiting for, a kiss?

Ready the lady's horse.

They say the best swords have names.

Any ideas?

Oathkeeper.

Good-bye, Brienne.

Podrick: Come on, move.

I should never have taken her away.

She wasn't safe here.

She's not safe out there.

I should have known.

You told us there were wildlings south of the Wall.

If they're raiding the smaller villages, Mole's Town could be next.

Castle Black could be next.

I should go back for Gilly.

We have orders. No one's to leave the castle.

I remember when you disobeyed orders and rode south to help Robb.

And I remember who came after me and brought me home.

I know how hard it is, Sam, believe me.

When you told me about Bran going beyond the Wall, all I could think about was getting my strength back so I could go and find him.

I wish I could have convinced him to come back with me.

I tried.

Really, I did.

How fast could they travel?

A crippled boy being pulled on a sledge by a simpleton?

I don't know.

They'd pass wildling villages.

They could try to find shelter at one of them.

The wildlings have joined up with Mance.

Every village or sheltered place will be deserted.

Except...

Sam: Craster's?

You think Bran might have found--

Snow.

I don't mean to interrupt.

Thorne wants to see you.

Your foray to Craster's Keep, I'll sanction it.

But I won't order anyone to go with you.

Volunteers only.

Thank you, Ser Alliser.

(men chatting)

Ahem, brothers.

(chatter continues)

(pounds)

I'm going beyond the Wall to Craster's Keep.

I'm going to capture the mutineers holed up there or kill them.

I'm asking for volunteersto come with me.

There's 60 miles of wilderness between here and Craster's and Mance Rayder has an army bearing down on us, but we have to do this.

Our survival may depend onus getting to these mutineers before Mance does.

They know the Wall.

They know our defenses.

If Mance learns what they know, we're lost.

But if that's not enough, then consider this.

If the Night's Watch are truly brothers, then Lord Commander Mormont was our father.

He lived and died for the Watch and he was betrayed by his own men.

Stabbed in the back by cowards.

He deserved far better.

All we can give him now is justice.

Who will join me?

I can't let a recruit come north of the Wall.

Then let me say my vows.

If it's a fight you're heading for, then you need men who know how.

Thank you, brothers.

(women whimpering)

Woman:No, don't.

Don't, please.

Woman # :Please don't. Ow!

You're hurting me.

Karl Tanner from Gin Alley drinking wine from the skull of Jeor f*cking Mormont.

Any command for us, Lord Commander?

What's that?

f*ck 'em till they're dead?

(whimpers)

Did you hear that, boys?

f*ck 'em till they're dead.

Rast.

Go outside and feed the beast.

We should kill that thing.

You should shut your f*cking hole, ugly little c**t.

You look like a f*cking ballsack.

Ugly. Look at your stupid c**t face.

I could piss in any gutter and soak five of you.

Know how much they paid me to kill a man in King's Landing?

Seven silvers.

They told me a man's name and that man never saw daylight again.

None of them cocksuckers got away from me.

Haven't lost a fight since I was nine.

Maybe it's time.

What do you think, eh?

Maybe you're the man.

Eh, c**t?

I wouldn't stand a chance.

None of us would.

I was a f*cking legend in Gin Alley.

A f*cking legend!

I would take any knight-- any knight, any time.

f*cking c**ts in steel plate.

f*cking cowards.

(baby fussing)

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

What the f*ck is that?

Craster's last child.

A boy.

What am I supposed to do with him?

What did Craster do with 'em?

Kill 'em before they could grow up and do the same to him?

All right.

Don't need another mouth to feed.

Hand him over.

He didn't kill them.

He offered them.

To who?

To the gods.

The white walkers.

Women: A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

Shut up!

So... if it worked for him...

(crying)

Let's give the walkers what they want.

(baby crying)

Rast is headed that way.

(baby fussing)

(crying)

(loud breathing)

(growling)

Pink-eyed f*ck.

You thirsty?

(growls)

(growls)

f*ck!

(crows cawing)

(wind howling)

(ice crackling)

(barks)

(baby crying)

Hodor.

Do you hear that?

Is that a baby?

It's coming.

I'm going out there.

No, we need to stay together.

I'm going.

(whines)

(baby crying)

(wolf howling)

(growls)

Bran. Bran.

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor.

Bran, what happened?

Summer, he's hurt. They've caught him in a trap.

I didn't see, but they have my brother's wolf.

They have Ghost.

Bran:They're Night's Watch.

Look.

Jon might be here.

If Jon was here, why would they put his wolf in a cage?

(woman whimpering)

(men shouting)

They might have been Night's Watch once, not anymore.

We're not safe here.

We need to go.

Bran, we need to go now.

I'm not leaving without Summer.

Can you remember where the cage was?

The east side of the keep.

If I'm not back soon, we'll meet--

Hodor.

(shouting)

Hodor.

Hodor.

Hodor.

(groans)

Hodor.

If I was your size, I'd be king of the f*cking world.

(men laughing)

Help him up.

This is nice.

Fine leather.

You're no wildling.

Important. Highborn.

Who are you?

(grunts)

You see, where I come from, a commoner like me slaps a little lord like you, I'd lose my right hand.

But we're a long way from home, aren't we?

And the two of you, fancy-looking folks north of the Wall creeping through the woods.

Isn't that a bit odd?

I like your curly hair.

My mom had curls like that.

Beautiful brown curls.

Why'd you drag a crippled boy all the way up here?

See you haven't played this game before.

A highborn hostage, that's valuable.

But three of them, that's a lot of mouths to feed.

Rast: What the f*ck's wrong with him?

Come here.

(screams)

No, please.

Please.

Please, let me help him.

Who are you?

Please.

Who are you?

I'm Brandon Stark!

I'm Brandon Stark of Winterfell.

It's Jon Snow's brother.

It's Meera. It's Meera.

I'm right here.

And I thought this was gonna be another boring day.

Meera:I'm right here.

(wind howling)

(ice crackling)

(baby crying)

(crying stops)

(crackles)

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 04x03) - Game of Thrones Script, 4x03 - Breaker of Chains

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04x03 - Breaker of Chains.docx

( theme music playing )

You did this.

You did this!

We have to leave.

Cersei: Take him! Take him!

Where is his wife?

Where's Sansa?

Find her.

Bar the gates of the city.

Seize every ship in the harbor.

Where is she?!

No one leaves the capital!

No one!

( bells tolling )

Get in.

Where are we going?

Somewhere safe.

Up you go, my lady.

You'll be fine.

You're stronger than you know.

( gasps )

Lord Baelish?

Petyr.

Are you hurt, my lady?

Good. Good.

I'm sure you've had quite a fright.

Rest easy.

The worst is past.

Dontos: Lord Baelish.

- I promised I'd get her to you safely.

Softly, my friend.

Voices carry over water.

I should get back before someone thinks to look for me.

First you'll want your pay.

10,000 was it?

10,000.

( snaps fingers )

Wait!

( groans )

( screams )

Littlefinger: Shh.

You don't want the queen to hear, do you?

, gold cloaks are searching for you.

And if they found you, how do you think they would punish the girl who murdered the king?

I didn't murder anyone.

I know. I know.

But you must admit it looks suspicious.

The king who executed your father, who tormented you for years, and you fled the scene of his murder.

Why did you kill him?

Because he was a drunk and a fool and I don't trust drunk fools.

He saved me.

Saved you? My lady, he followed my orders.

Every one of them.

And he did it all for gold.

Money buys a man'ssilence for a time.

A bolt in the heart buys it forever.

He was helping me because I saved his life.

Yes, and he gave you a priceless necklace that once belonged to his grandmother.

The last legacy of House Hollard.

I had it made a few weeks ago.

What did I once tell you about the capital?

We're all liars here.

Come, my lady.

I know you've had a difficult day.

But you're safe now.

I promise you that.

You're safe with me

and sailing home.

So am I the queen?

More than you were with Renly.

Less than you would have been if Joffrey had done you the courtesy of consummating the marriage before dying.

In any case, this would not be an opportune moment to press the issue.

Clawing at his own throat, looking to his mother to make it stop-- it was horrible.

The world is overflowing with horrible things.

But they're all a tray of cakes next to death.

They brought me your grandfather's body when he died, you know?

Made me look at it.

What was it like?

They took me to the Great Hall and there he was.

The man I'd married and suffered to father my children.

A great doughy lump I'd sat next to at endless dinners and tedious gatherings.

There he was... lying on a table.

One of my husbands preferred the company of men and was stabbed through the heart.

Another was happiest torturing animals and was poisoned at our wedding feast.

I must be cursed.

Nonsense.

Your circumstances have improved markedly.

You may not have enjoyed watching him die, but you enjoyed it more than you would have enjoyed being married to him, I can promise you that.

But I would have been the queen.

Our alliance with the Lannisters remains every bit as necessary to them as it is unpleasant for us.

You did wonderful work on Joffrey.

The next one should be easier.

Tywin:Your brother is dead.

Do you know what that means?

I'm not trying to trick you.

It means I'll become king.

Yes, you will become king.

What kind of king do you think you'll be?

A good king?

Mm, I think so as well.

You've got the right temperament for it.

But what makesa good king? Hmm?

What is a good king's single most important quality?

This is hardly the place or the time.

Holiness?

Baelor the Blessed was holy.

And pious.

He built this sept.

He also named a six-year-old boy high septon because he thought the boy could work miracles.

He ended up fasting himself into an early grave because food was of this world and this world was sinful.

Justice.

Yeah.

A good king must be just.

Orys I was just.

Everyone applauded his reforms.

Nobles and commoners alike.

But he wasn't just for long.

He was murdered in his sleep after less than a year by his own brother.

Was that truly just of him?

To abandon his subjects to an evil that he was too gullible to recognize?

What about strength?

Strength.

King Robert was strong.

He won the rebellion and crushed the Targaryen dynasty.

And he attended three small council meetings in 17 years.

He spent his time whoring and hunting and drinking until the last two killed him.

So, we have a man who starves himself to death, a man who lets his own brother murder him, and a man who thinks that winning and ruling are the same thing.

What do they all lack?

Wisdom.

Wisdom is what makes a good king.

But what is wisdom?

A house with great wealthand fertile landsasks you for your protection against another house with a strong navy that could one day oppose you.

How do you know which choice is wise and which isn't?

You've any experience of treasuries and granaries or shipyards and soldiers?

- No. Of course not.

A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn't.

You're young.

A wise young king listensto his counselors and heeds their advice until he comes of age.

And the wisest kings continue to listen to them long afterwards.

Your brother was not a wise king.

Your brother was nota good king.

If he had been, perhaps he'd still be alive.

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

Do you understand why?

Tommen:A king needs a queen.

Tywin:Yes, but why?

To further the family line.

- Do you know how that happens?

Yes, but has anyone explained the details to you?

I don't think so.

It's all relatively straightforward.

How are you?

I'm all right.

You are.

You will be.

I'll see to that.

Please give the queen a moment alone with her son.

Yes, my lord.

All of you.

( snaps fingers )

( doors echo shut )

It was Tyrion.

He killed him.

He told me he would.

"A day will come when you think you are safe and happy and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth."

That's what he said to me.

You saw it.

You saw Joff point at him just before he-- I don't know what I saw.

Avenge him.

Avenge our son.

Kill Tyrion.

Tyrion's my brother.

Our brother.

There'll be a trial. We'll get to the truth of what happened.

I don't want a trial.

He'll squirm his way to freedom given the chance.

I want him dead.

( crying )

Please, Jaime.

You have to.

He was our son.

Our baby boy.

( gasps )

You're a hateful woman.

Why have the gods made me love a hateful woman?

Jaime, not here, please.

Please.

( fabric rips )

Stop it.

Stop it. Stop.

Stop it.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop. It's not right.

( Grunts )

It's not right.

It's not right.

I don't care.

( Crying )

Don't.

I don't care.

Don't. Jaime, don't.

I don't care.

( thunder rumbles )

Gonna rain soon.

( urinating )

Where are we?

Near Fairmarket, I think.

You think?

You don't have a map?

No, I don't have a map.

Maybe we should get one.

Just point out the next map shop you see and I'll buy you one.

How far is it to the Eyrie?

And you're sure we're going the right way?

Believe me, girl, I want you there as soon as I can.

Get my gold, be on my way.

On your way where?

Why do you care?

Might book passage across the Narrow Sea.

Fight as a sellsword.

Second Sons, could be.

Seems like a good fit for me.

I'd like to see Braavos one day.

Why Braavos?

I have friends there.

( blows )

I doubt it.

Seven blessings to you.

What do you want?

What do I want? This is my land.

If I'm standing on it, it's my land.

We were just watering the horses.

We'll be on our way.

Forgive my father.

He was wounded fightingin the war.

Our cottage burned down while he was gone and my mother with it.

He's never been the same.

Which house did he fight for?

The Tullys of Riverrun.

There's a storm coming.

You'll be wantinga roof tonight.

There's fresh hay in the barn.

And Sally here makes rabbit stew just like her mom used to do.

We don't have much, but any man that bled for House Tully is welcome to it.

( thunder rumbling )

( Rain pattering )

Man: We ask the Father to judge us with mercy accepting our human frailty.

We ask the Mother to bless our crops so we may feed ourselves and all who come to our door.

We ask the Warriorto give us courage in these days of strife and turmoil.

We ask the Maiden to protect Sally's virtue to keep her from the clutches of depravity.

You got to do all seven of the fuckers?

Father!

We ask the Smith to strengthen our hands and our backs so we may finish the work required of us.

We ask the Crone to guide us on our journey from darkness to darkness.

And we ask the Stranger not to kill us in our beds tonight for no damn reason at all.

I'm so sorry.

( slurping loudly )

Really good.

Did you fight at the Twins?

Call that a fight?

Slaughtering livestock more like.

The Red Wedding they're calling it.

Walder Frey committed sacrilege that day.

He shared bread and salt with the Starks.

He offered them guest right.

Guest right don't mean much anymore.

It means something to me.

The gods will have their vengeance.

Frey will burn in the seventh hell for what he did.

Things were different when Hoster Tully ruled the Riverlands.

We had good years and bad years, same as anyone.

But we were safe. Now with the Freys, raiders come plundering, steal our food, steal our silver.

I was gonna send Sally north to stay with my brother, but the north's no better.

The whole country's gone sour.

You got any ale?

Afraid not.

How can a man not keep ale in his home?

You look like you could really swing that sword.

A real warriorwith proper training.

Those raiders wouldn't stand a chance against you.

How would it be if you stayedon till the new moon?

I could use a man to help with the farmwork.

Sally does what she can, but she can't lift a bale of hay.

And if any thieves came looking for easy pickings, one look at you, I'd bet they'd run the other way.

Meaning no offense.

What'll you pay?

I don't have much.

But I have hidden a bit of silver from the bandits.

Fair wages for fair work?

Fair wages for fair work.

( chickens clucking )

( faint voices arguing )

( punch lands )

( Man groans )

( girl screams )

( man groaning )

What did you do?!

Get your horse saddled.

You told me you weren't a thief.

I wasn't.

He took us in.

He fed us and you--

Aye, he took us in.

He's a good man and his daughter makes a nice stew.

And they'll both be dead come winter.

You don't know that.

I do know it.

He's weak.

He can't protect himself.

They'll both be dead come winter.

Dead men don't need silver.

You're the worst sh1t in the Seven Kingdoms.

There's plenty worse than me.

I just understand the way things are.

How many Starks they got to behead before you figure it out?

Ranger: Raper. Raper.

Horse thief.

Ninth born son.

Raper.

Thief.

Thief and raper.

There he is, Sam the Slayer.

Going to visit your wildling whore?

She's not a whore.

Maybe I'll give her a copper tonight and find out.

They all think I'm lying.

About what?

Killing the white walker.

You're not lying.

I'll never forget the way it screamed.

But you're the only one that saw it.

And they all think

you're just a--

A what?

Well, a wildling.

My father hated that word.

It's not a very nice word, I suppose.

I don't know.

It makes me sound a bit dangerous, doesn't it?

So... are you all right?

No one bothering you?

I get a lot of looks.

I hear them making their jokes.

But no one's touched me if that's what you mean.

I worry about it sometimes.

All the time.

Why do you worry about it?

men, one woman.

They've got other things to think about.

That's the only thing they think about.

You're being silly.

I'm not being silly.

There's 100 men lying awake at night picturing you.

What about you?

What about me?

Gilly?

I worry about you.

Thank you.

For what?

For worrying about me.

I don't know if you're safe here.

They're my brothers, but some of them were thieves before they came here.

Some of them were rapers.

You saw what they did at your father's keep.

So what are you saying?

Maybe you'd be safer in Mole's Town.

Are you bored of me?

Bored of you?

I want to protect you.

I'll get these to Hobb.

Keep an eye on little Sam.

( door closes )

( thunder rumbling )

Your Grace.

You're a literary man now.

What do you make of that?

Joffrey?

The usurper Joffrey Baratheon.

I said those words when I tossed a leech into the fire.

A leech filled with b*st*rd blood.

A b*st*rd you set free.

I am now faced with a great opportunity and I am powerless to take advantage of it.

I will find you an army, Your Grace.

I've been working day and night--

What progress have you made?

I've rallied House Peasebury to your cause.

House Peasebury.

House Musgood.

House Musgood.

And House Haigh.

House Haigh.

( pieces clatter )

They don't have enough men between them to raid a pantry.

Westeros is not the world, Your Grace.

We need to look east for ships and men.

, skilled soldiers fight for the Golden Company.

The Golden Company?

They've never broken a contract.

They're sellswords.

We're willing to use blood magic to put you on the throne, but we're not willing to pay men to fight?

Now the Red Woman's magic is real.

Her visions and prophecies may be, too, but I've never heard of visions and prophecies winning a war.

Soldiers win wars.

Soldiers on the ground.

It's dirty on the ground.

We don't have any gold.

Not yet.

If I do not press my claim, my claim will be forgotten.

I will not become a page in someone else's history book.

I'm running out of time, Ser Davos.

Which means you're running out of time.

( knocking )

You're late.

I'm sorry, Princess.

I thought you weren't coming.

The Hand of the King doesn't have much leisure time.

You won't be a very good Hand if you see the word knight and say "ka-nigit."

That happened once, weeks ago.

You're your father's daughter, no mistake.

Bloody relentless, the both of you.

It's a new one today.

Lots of tricky words.

But I think you can manage.

You'll never read well if you move your lips.

That's how children do it.

"The Life and Adventures of Elyo Grivas First Sword of Braavos."

( claps )

Thank you very much.

I like this one. It's full of sword fights and pirates.

You were a pirate once.

No, I was never a pirate.

I was a smuggler.

What's the difference?

Well, if you're a famous smuggler, you're not doing it right.

My father says a criminal is a criminal.

Your father lacks an appreciation of the finer points of bad behavior.

So do the Braavosi.

You've sailed to Braavos?

Of course.

Almost got beheaded by a First Sword of Braavos.

I tried to explain to him the difference between pirates and smugglers, but he didn't seem any more interested in the distinction than your father.

I suppose if you work for the Iron Bank of Braavos and each one of your gold barges is worth half a kingdom, you tend not to be overly concerned with the kind of distinction--

What was that for?

I need you to write a message.

You should write it yourself.

It's good practice.

It's too important for me.

I need a smart person to do it. Go on.

To the offices of the Iron Bank of Braavos from Stannis Baratheon the one true king of Westeros.

But that's not you.

I need to get their attention.

Go on. Write.

( baby cooing )

He's seen some adventures, hasn't he?

( people laughing, chatting )

Precious little thing.

Thank you.

What's his name?

Lovely.

That the daddy?

Where's the daddy?

He's dead.

Oh. Where you from?

North of here.

North of here?

You a f*cking wildling?

Only room and board?

That's right.

She'll clean and cook and look after the other girls' babies.

Could find other work for her, too.

No other work.

There'd be money.

Give you a piece of it.

No other work.

I promise to come back and visit whenever I can.

You'll be safer here.

Who's gonna protect you at Castle Black? Me?

You protected me north of the Wall.

This is different.

They're brothers of the Night's Watch and I can't just stab them in the back and I can't run away, which is what we did at Craster's.

( baby crying )

You have to trust me.

It's for the best.

Best for you.

Oh, Gilly.

Please don't.

( baby crying )

( moaning )

Greedy.

I'm sorry.

You're lovely, I just never acquired the taste.

You're calling my beauty an acquired taste?

That's quite all right, lover.

It's more for you.

Your loss.

You like them both the same?

Boys and girls?

Does that surprise you?

Everyone has a preference.

Then everyone is missing half the world's pleasure.

The gods made thatand it delights me.

The gods made this and it delights me.

When it comes to war, I fight for Dorne.

When it comes to love, I don't choose sides.

I hope I have as much stamina when I'm your age.

What are you, 25?

Children.

( Chuckles )

Someday, if you're lucky, you will wake up and realize you are old.

That pretty ass of yours will sag.

Your belly will grow soft and your back will ache in the night and gray hairs will sprout from your ears.

No one will want you anymore.

Make sure you f*cked your fill before that day.

Did you?

He is a prince of Dorne.

Girls and boys will line up to f*ck him till the day he dies.

They will all have to line up behind you.

( door opens )

Prince Oberyn.

Lord Tywin.

May we have the room?

Call my name if you need me, lover.

Would you like to sit?

No, thank you.

Some wine?

No, thank you.

( door closes )

I'm sorry about your grandson.

Are you?

I don't believe that a child is responsible for the sins of his father.

Or his grandfather.

An awful way to die.

Which way is that?

Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?

Some believe the king choked.

Some believe the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant.

The king was poisoned.

I hear you studied poisons at the Citadel.

I did.

This is why I know.

Your hatred for my family is rather well known.

You arrive at the capital, an expert in poisoning, some days later my grandson dies of poisoning.

Rather suspicious.

Why haven't you thrown me in a dungeon?

You spoke with Tyrion in this very brothel on the day that you arrived.

What did you discuss?

You think we conspired together?

What did you discuss?

The death of my sister.

For which you blame me.

She was raped and murdered by the Mountain.

The Mountain follows your orders.

Of course I blame you.

Here I stand unarmed, unguarded.

Should I be concerned?

You are unarmed and unguarded because you know me better than that.

I am a man of reason.

If I cut your throat today, I will be drawn and quartered tomorrow.

Men at war commit all kinds of crimes without their superiors' knowledge.

So you deny involvement in Elia's murder?

Categorically.

I would like to speak with the Mountain.

I'm sure he would enjoy speaking with you.

He might not enjoy it as much as he thinks he would.

I could arrange for this meeting.

But you want something in return.

There will be a trial for my son.

And as custom dictates, three judges will render a verdict.

I will preside.

Mace Tyrell will serve as the second judge.

I would like you to be the third.

Not long ago, the Tyrells sided with Renly Baratheon.

Declared themselves enemies of the throne.

Now they are our strongest allies.

Well, you made the Tyrell girl a queen.

Asking me to judge at your son's trial isn't quite as tempting.

I will also invite you to sit on the small council to serve as one of the new king's principal advisors.

I never realized you had such respect for Dorne, Lord Tywin.

We are not the Seven Kingdoms until Dorne returns to the fold.

The king is dead. The Greyjoys are in open rebellion.

A wildling army marches on the Wall.

And in the East, a Targaryen girl has three dragons.

Before long, she will turn her eyes to Westeros.

Only the Dornish managed to resist Aegon Targaryen and his dragons.

You're saying you need us?

That must be hard for you to admit.

We need each other.

You help me serve justice to the king's assassins and I will help you serve justice to Elia's.

( door unlocks )

Podrick.

Apologies for the stench.

I brought you some wine, my lord, but they took it from me.

A noble effort.

They didn't find the candles, though.

A quill, some parchment, duck sausage, almonds, and some hard cheese.

You're a good lad.

Any word of Shae?

I've heard nothing, my lord.

I suppose that's a good thing.

What are they saying about me out there?

You're to stand trial in a fortnight for murdering the king.

Do you believe I murdered Joffrey?

No, my lord.

You didn't?

No. Gods, no.

The world is a better place without him, but I had nothing to do with it.

I would like to think if I were arranging a royal assassination, I'd plan it in such a way that I wouldn't be standing there gawking like a fool when the king died.

Trial in a fortnight.

Have they announcedthe judges yet?

Your father.

Of course.

Mace Tyrell.

Who will vote exactly as my father tells him to vote.

And Prince Oberyn of Dorne.

Oberyn?

Give it to my father.

He never fails to take advantage of a family tragedy.

I'm supposed to get a list of names from you, my lord.

Anyone who might testify on your behalf.

Oh, I can call my own witnesses?

How generous of them.

Very well, my wife.

Sansa.

My lord, she's gone.

Gone?

- No one's seen her since the wedding.

You don't think she...

No one had more causeto kill Joffrey than Sansa, but the girl is no assassin.

Whoever killed the king wanted me to lose my head for it.

And with my wife's disappearance, it makes me seem that much more guilty.

Podrick.

Yes, my lord?

They'll be following you now.

Who will?

I don't know. They.

They. The ominous they.

The man pulling the strings.

Or woman. My father.

Maybe Joffrey was too much work for him.

Sweet Tommen will be so much easier to handle.

Whenever something bad happens to me, I assume it's my sister that had a hand in it.

But say what you will of Cersei, she loves her children.

She is the only one I'm certain had nothing to do with this murder.

Which makes it unique as King's Landing murders go.

Any other witnesses, my lord?

Varys could vouch for me if he dared.

He's already been called as a witness for the queen.

Of course. Fetch Bronn.

I have a job for him.

I've already asked, my lord.

They won't let him see you.

Why not?

They say he's a known cutthroat and your close associate.

He's under investigation himself.

And my brother? Will they at least allow me to see Jaime?

I'll ask, my lord.

There's something else, my lord.

A man, I didn't know his face, he came to ask if I'd testify against you.

Said I'd be named Ser Podrick Payne if I told the judges you'd bought a poison called the Strangler.

Ser Podrick Payne?

Has a nice ring to it.

What did you tell him?

I didn't tell them anything, my lord.

Are you going to accept their offer?

My lord.

Testifying against me wasn't a suggestion.

If they can't tempt you with honey, they'll choose something less sweet.

You've been good to me, my lord.

Pod, the trial's in a fortnight.

They'll want an answer before that.

I already gave them an answer, my lord.

I will not have you dying on my behalf.

Do you hear me?

If I have to take that long walk to the executioner's block, I don't want to see your head already mounted.

My lord.

Pod, I am giving you an order.

Go and find my brother.

Tell him I need him.

And get yourself out of King's Landing before it's too late.

This is farewell.

Farewell, my lord.

( door opens )

There has never lived a more loyal squire.

( door closes )

Boy: Mother says it's time to eat.

What's she got boiling?

Wait. Wait. Let me guess.

Potatoes.

Potatoes.

Well, no one boils a potato better than your mom.

Has she got--

Man:The wildlings!

Guymon!

Hide.

Hide!

( screams )

( shouting, screaming )

( grunting )

You know how to get to Castle Black?

Yes. Yes.

Those your parents?

Open your eyes.

I'm going to eat them.

Do you hear me?

I'm going to eat your dead mama and I'm going to eat your dead papa.

Go tell the crows at Castle Black.

Yarwyck: We need to teach them a lesson about the way we deal with their kind.

Men:Aye! Aye!

Yarwyck: Three dozen bodies with slit throatstossed off the top of the Wall.

Seems like that would be a good lesson.

If we go after them, we'll be giving them what they want.

They want to draw us out, pick us off a few at a time.

We have just over 100 men.

And that's including stewards and builders.

And me. We can't afford to lose a single man.

We must remember our first responsibility.

We are the watchers on the Wall.

There's got to be a way to protect them.

You're a champion of the common people, Lord Snow.

What do you say toBrother Pyp's proposition?

Mance Rayder is coming.

If the wildlings breach the Wall, they'll roll over everything and everyone for 1,000 miles before they reach an army that can stop them.

We need to shore up Castle Black and we need to defend the Wall.

That is our job.

( horn blows )

Rangers returning.

Help him.

Thought you'd have blue eyes by now.

What took you so long?

We were held up.

By what?

Chains.

We were guests of the mutineers at Craster's Keep.

And the mutineers stayed?

They're not going anywhere.

They've got Craster's food and his wives.

Dolorous Edd: Poor girls.

Never thought they'd miss their daddy.

Karl's running things now.

He's the one who put a knife through Craster's mouth.

We need to ride north and kill them all.

We just went over this, boy.

Justice can wait.

It's not about justice.

I told the wildlings we had over , men at Castle Black alone.

Karl and the others know the truth as well as we do.

How long do you think they'll keep that information to themselves when the wildlings are peeling their fingernails off?

Mance has all he needs to crush us, he just doesn't know it yet.

As soon as he gets his hands on them, he will.

Then he'll throw his full strength at us.

And even if every one of us kills 100 wildlings, there's still not a thing we can do to stop them.

I don't think I can kill 100 wildlings.

( people murmuring )

Daenerys:Are they attacking?

Jorah:A single rider.

A champion of Meereen.

They want you to send yourown champion against him.

( cheering )

( horse whinnies )

( speaking Valyrian )

What is he doing?

I believe he means to...

( city crowdlaughing, cheering )

( sighs )

( laughing )

He says that we're an army of men without man parts.

He claims you are no woman at all, but a man who... hides his cock in his own asshole.

Ignore him, Your Grace.

These are meaningless words.

They're not meaningless if half the city you intend to take is listening to them.

I have something to say to the people of Meereen.

First, I will need this one to be quiet.

Do I have a champion?

Your Grace, I've won more single combats than any man alive.

Which is why you must remain by my side.

I've been by your side longer than any of them, Khaleesi.

Let me stand for you today as well.

You are my most trusted advisor, my most valued general, and my dearest friend.

I will not gamble with your life.

Daario: I was the last to join your army.

I'm not your general or a member of your Queensguard or the commander of your Unsullied.

My mother was a whore. I come from nothing.

And before long, I will return to nothing.

Let me kill this man for you.

Very well.

You have quite an audience.

Make it worth their while.

He is very brave, Your Grace.

Yes, win or lose, as long as the wholecity is watching.

You sure you don't want a horse?

Daario: Why would I want a horse?

Horses are faster than men.

Horses are dumber than men.

( whinnies )

( cheering )

( whinnies )

( city crowd shouting )

( shouting )

( people screaming )

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 04x02) - Game of Thrones Script, 4x02 - The Lion and the Rose

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04x02 - The Lion and the Rose.docx

Why did you come to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn?

If the Mountain killed my sister, your father gave the order.

The Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts.

Ser Dontos...

Once I was a knight, now I'm only a fool. But a living fool, thanks to you.

It's not a good time.

It's never a good time.

You have your child bride.

If you want me to leave, just say it.

You told me to come at once if there was anything important.

I'm Jojen Reed. This is my sister, Meera.

We've come a long way to find you, Brandon.

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

I don't want you talking to him anymore, until we get to Castle Black.

We're not going to Castle Black.

Bran needs to find the raven beyond the Wall.

I thank God for bringing Melisandre to us.

She gave you a son.

I gave you nothing.

That's not true.

I want to see my daughter.

I am marrying my eldest son to a wicked little bitch from Highgarden.

You don't really plan on staying in the King's Guard, do you?

Ser Jaime Lannister, a 40 year old knight with one hand.

I use my left hand now, Your Grace.

Makes for more of a contest.

Winterfell is in ruins.

What happened up there?

I heard the Greyjoy boy seized the place.

I sent my b*st*rd Ramsay to root him out.

Please...

What is your name?

Reek...

( woman laughing )

Ramsay: Tansy!

Woman: Tansy! Tansy!

Ramsay: Tansy!

( dogs barking )

( growling )

( laughing )

( laughing )

Ramsay: Tansy!

( screams )

There you are.

( barking )

( screaming )

I can't see her, Ramsay.

( panting )

Tansy!

( whimpering )

If you make it out of the woods, you win!

Run, Tansy, run!

( screams )

( whimpering )

( panting, crying )

Ramsay: Tansy.

Woman: Where is she?

Ramsay: Tansy, Tansy, Tansy!

( barking )

( whimpering )

( screams )

( crying )

Good girls.

Down, girls.

Down.

Well done.

You, too.

I only wounded her.

You brought her down. That's what matters.

A fine shot.

Wasn't it, Reek?

A fine shot, master.

My lady.

Please, my lord.

It hurts.

Oh, sweet.

Don't cry.

It will be over soon.

She thinks she's pretty.

Let me put one through her face.

We have to reward the hounds, love.

They did all the hard work.

Why? I did whatever you asked.

But you made Myranda feel jealous.

Me jealous of her?

My lord, please.

You can see that your presence has become a bit of a problem.

( crying )

( dogs snarling, barking )

Rip her!

Rip her!

Rip her!

( Tansy screaming )

( tearing )

Not so pretty now.

Tyrion: Your new hand, it's nicer than the old one.

Wouldn't you agree, Pod?

Is it solid gold?

Gilded steel.

You're not eating.

Why is no one eating?

My wife wastes away and my brother starves himself.

I'm not hungry.

You lost a hand, not a stomach.

Try the boar.

Cersei can't get enough of it since one killed Robert for her.

A toast.

To the proud Lannister children.

The dwarf, the cripple, and the mother of madness.

I'll clean it up.

No, I'll do it.

Leave us.

It's only wine.

I can't fight anymore.

What about your left?

I can hold a sword, but all my instincts are wrong.

How can I protect the king when I can hardly wipe my own ass?

You're the Lord Commander now.

Command.

Let others do the fighting.

When was the last time Father used a sword?

I'm not Father.

I'm the Kingslayer.

When people find out I can't slay a pigeon...

Train, then.

Learn to fight with your other hand.

With whom? You?

Men talk.

Soon as someone discovers I can't fight, he'll tell everyone.

You need a proper, discreet swordsman.

As it happens, I have just the one.

My brother tells me you can keep your mouth shut.

Unusual talent for a sellsword.

He tells me you sh1t gold just like your father.

Is this place safe?

There's this knight, Leygood,

got thunderbolts on his shield.

Uh-huh.

Right here is where I f*ck his wife.

She's a screamer, that one.

If they don't hear her, they won't hear us.

( whistles ) I've never seen Valyrian steel before.

She's a beauty.

The problem is, if you fight with an edged blade, I'll have to.

And if I fight with an edged blade, I'll have no one left to pay me.

( blade clatters )

I haven't used a sparring sword since I was nine.

Bold warrior you are, attacking a man when his guard's down.

Best time to attack a man.

Mind yourself.

If I still had my right hand...

Plan on growing it back?

Come on, then.

Man:Open the gates!Riders coming in!

( horse whinnies )

Man: Let's get these horses seen to!

Father.

Welcome home.

Walda, this is Ramsay Snow, my b*st*rd.

A pleasure, Mother.

Hello.

Roose: See that the horses are fed, watered, and rubbed down.

And take Lady Walda to her chambers.

This way, my lady.

Where is your prize?

With the hounds.

I'll have a look at him.

I hear you took a hand from the Kingslayer.

Word travels.

How he screamed.

You would have loved it.

( laughs )

Father.

What did you do to him?

I trained him.

He was a slow learner, but he learned.

You flayed him.

Peeled a few bits.

Removed a few others.

This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir.

We've been flaying our enemies for 1,000 years.

The flayed man is on our banners.

My banners, not yours.

You're not a Bolton.

You're a Snow.

Tywin Lannister has given me the North.

But he won't lift a finger to help me take it.

As long as the ironborn hold Moat Cailin,our armies are trappedsouth of the Neck.

Theon was a valuable hostage, not your plaything.

I wanted to trade him for Moat Cailin.

I already asked.

Lord Greyjoy refused.

Savages have no--

You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy without my consent?

You made me acting Lord of the Dreadfort.

I acted.

I had to smuggle myself into my own lands thanks to the Greyjoys.

I needed Theon.

I needed him whole.

Theon was our enemy.

But Reek, Reek will never betray us.

I placed far too much trust in you.

Reek, how could you let me stand before my father unshaven?

It's disrespectful.

I'm sorry, my lord.

Give him the razor.

If I'm not a Bolton, Father, what does it matter?

Go on, Reek.

A nice close shave.

Reek, tell Father where are Bran and Rickon Stark?

I don't know, my lord.

You murdered them and displayed their corpses at Winterfell.

Ramsay: Reek, did you murder the Stark boys?

No, my lord.

Just two farm boys.

Ramsay: And crisped them so no one would know.

Theon:Yes, my lord.

The Starks have always ruled the North.

If Bran and Rickon are alive, the country will rally to their side now that Robb Stark is gone.

Oh, that's right, Reek.

Robb Stark is dead.

Sorry.

I know he was likea brother to you.

But my father put a knife through his heart.

How do you feel about that?

You ready for a hunt?

Always.

Find those boys and I'll give you 1,000 acres and a holdfast.

Your pet rat have any thoughts on which way they went after Winterfell?

Jon Snow is at Castle Black.

Who the f*ck is Jon Snow?

Their b*st*rd brother.

He could be sheltering them.

He may know where they are.

Even if he doesn't, he's half Stark himself.

Could be a threat.

You want to prove yourself a Bolton?

Gather whatever men you can and ride for Moat Cailin.

Bring this creature of yours.

Maybe he'll be of some use.

Take the Moat for the family, for our family, and I'll reconsider your position.

Lord Varys.

Breakfasting with the king?

I'm afraid foreigners aren't welcome at such exclusive affairs.

Oh, to be foreign.

Ahem.

Shae has been noticed.

Sansa's maid saw you with her.

She already told your sister.

It's only a matter of time before your father hears.

So I'm guilty of being seen with my own wife's handmaiden.

My father will ask you if there's anything more and you'll tell him some clever lie.

No, I will not.

How long do you imagine your father and sister would let me live if they suspected me of lying?

I have no pet sellsword to protect me.

No legendary brother to avenge me.

Only little birdswho whisper in my ear.

Forgive me if I don't weep for you.

No one weeps for spiders or whores.

I have friends across the sea who could help her.

She won't leave.

I've told her this is a dangerous place so many times, she no longer believes it.

Your father has promised to hang the next whore he finds you with.

Have you ever known your father to make an idle threat?

From House Tyrell and the people of the Reach, Your Grace, it is my honor to present you with this wedding cup.

May you and my daughter Margaery drink deep and live long.

A handsome goblet, my lord.

Or shall I call you Father?

I shall be honored, Your Grace.

She's the whore I told you about.

The dark-haired one.

Have her brought to the Tower of the Hand before the wedding.

A book?

"The Lives of Four Kings." Grand Maester Kaeth's history of the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the

Unworthy, and Daeron the Good.

A book every king should read.

Now that the war is won, we should all find time for wisdom.

Thank you, Uncle.

One of only two Valyrian steel swords in the capital,

Your Grace, freshly forged in your honor.

Careful, Your Grace.

Nothing cuts like Valyrian steel.

So they say.

( panting )

Such a great sword should have a name.

What shall I call her?

Man: Stormbringer.

Man # : Terminus.

Man # : Widow's Wail.

Man # : Wolfsbane.

Widow's Wail. I like that.

( chuckles )

Every time I use it, it'll be like cutting off Ned Stark's head all over again.

( door opens )

Don't.

You want me on the desk?

What's wrong, my lion?

Don't call me that.

What should I call you?

I'm afraid our friendship can't continue.

Our friendship?

There's a ship waiting in the harbor bound for Pentos.

What?

You'll have your own cabin, of course, and across the Narrow Sea a house, servants.

What is this?

I'm a married man.

My wife has suffered a great deal, as you well know.

I don't want her to suffer anymore on my account.

I need to uphold my vows.

She doesn't want you.

I need to do right by her.

You don't want her.

By our children.

What are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid.

You are. You are afraid of your father and your sister.

You're going to run from them all your life?

I need you to leave.

I'm not afraid of them.

I'm not going to run.

Shae.

We will fight them together.

It's like you said, I am yours and you are mine.

You're a whore!

Sansa is fit to bear my children and you are not.

I can't be in love with a whore.

I can't have children with a whore.

How many men have you been with?

500? 5,000?

How many whores have you been with?

I have enjoyed my time with all of them and I have enjoyed my time with you most of all.

But now that time is over.

( Shae crying )

You'll have a comfortable life in Pentos.

Bronn will escort you to your ship.

( door closes )

( woman screaming )

Melisandre: Hear us now.

Accept these tokens of our faith, my lord, and lead us from the darkness.

( crying )

Sire, I served you well.

( crowd chanting ) Lord of Light, show us the way...

Selyse, you're my sister!

Yours are the stars that guide us.

Tell him!

Tell him!

Melisandre:Lord of Light, protect us, for the night is dark and full of terrors.

( screaming )

Did you see?

Their souls.

It was their souls.

Our lord took them.

Did you see?

Lord Florent was your brother by law.

He was an infidel.

He worshipped the gods of his fathers and their fathers before him.

They were the gods of your fathers, too.

I ordered him to tear down his idols.

He disobeyed.

How many ships did he bring to your cause?

How many men?

A good deal more than you.

Did you see, Ser Davos?

They're with our lord now.

Their sins all burned away.

Did you see?

I'm sure they're more than grateful, my queen.

( sniffs )

Meat's off.

Our larders are almost empty.

Serve fish, then.

We're on an island.

You hate fish.

I hate a good many things, but I suffer them all the same.

When Storm's End was under siege and I was starving,Stannis boiled soupfor me from books.

The binding glue is made from horses.

One morning, he shot two seagulls on the beach.

I've never tasted anything as good as grilled seagull.

Do you remember?

Of course I remember.

Have you ever known true hunger, my lady?

It's all I knewwhen I was a child.

Until you found the Lord of Light?

Until he found me.

I fear for our daughter's soul.

Every mother should fearfor her child's soul.

She's a stubborn little beast.

She's a child.

You barely know her.

You think she's sweet because she smiles when you visit.

She's sullen and stubborn and sinful.

Why else would the Lord of Light have seen fit to mark her face?

She needs the rod.

She's my daughter.

You will not strike her.

As you command.

Perhaps the Lady Melisandre could speak with her.

( knocks )

Come in.

Were you sleeping, Princess?

Did you watch the ceremony on the beach?

I heard it.

And it frightened you?

Ser Axel was my uncle.

He was always kind to me.

They're in a better place now, Princess.

The fire cleansed themof the sins of the world.

But they screamed.

Women scream when they give birth.

Afterward they are filled with joy.

Afterward they aren't ash and bone.

You have so many questions, don't you?

So did I when I was a child.

I was much like you.

Only I wasn't a princess.

And you didn't have this.

But I suffered in other ways, sweet girl, believe me.

What do you know of the gods?

I read "The Seven-Pointed Star."

Lies and fables.

Septons speak of seven gods.

There are but two-- a god of light and love and joy and a god of darkness, evil, and fear.

Eternally at war.

There are no seven heavens and no seven hells?

There's only one hell, Princess.

The one we live in now.

( heavy breathing )

( growls )

Hodor.

( breathing heavily )

Why did you wake me?

You've been gone for hours.

I was hungry.

We're all hungry.

I was just eating.

Summer was eating.

Your body can't live on the food your wolf consumes.

Spending too much time in Summer's skin is dangerous.

You're not a direwolf, Bran.

Must be glorious, though.

To run, to leap, to hunt.

To be whole.

I know that's tempting, but if you're trapped in Summer for too long, you'll forget what it was to be human.

You'd forget us, Bran.

You'd forget your mother and father.

You'd forget your brothers and sisters.

You'd forget Winterfell.

You'd forget you.

And if we lose you, we lose everything.

( wind blowing )

( wolf barks )

Hodor, take me to the tree.

( caws )

Voice:Look for me...

( cawing )

Voice:...beneath the tree.

Cersei: He saw us.

( screaming )

( dragon roaring )

Voice:North.

( gasps )

I know where we have to go.

( bells tolling )

Let it be known that Margaery of House Tyrell and Joffrey of the HousesLannister and Baratheon are one heart, one flesh, one soul.

Cursed be hewho would seekto tear them asunder.

With this kiss, I pledge my love.

( applause )

We have a new queen.

Better her than you.

Bit much, wouldn't you say?

It feels proportionate.

Proportionate to what?

The expected extravagance.

People who spend their money on this sort of nonsense tend not to have it for long.

You ought to try enjoying something before you die.

You might find it suits you.

Not now, Mace. Lord Tywin and I are speaking.

Anyway, I don't know what you're complaining about.

I'm paying my share.

Shall we stick golden roses in half the meat pies to commemorate your generosity?

No, your heartfelt thank-you is its own reward.

I would imagine I'd be hearing it again before long.

Wars are rather expensive.

"The Iron Bank will have its due."

How they love to remind everyone.

Almost as much as you Lannisters with your debts.

I'm not worried about the Iron Bank.

We both know you're smarter than that.

Come, Tywin, let us celebrate young love.

( music playing )

( people laughing, chatting )

All taken care of.

You saw her board the ship?

Aye, she's on it.

You saw the ship sail away?

No one knows she's there but you, me, and Varys.

How do you know?

Because if someone follows me without an invitation, I'm the last person they ever follow.

There's someone following you?

She's gone.

I know you don't want to believe it, but she is.

Now, go drink till it feels like you did the right thing.

Hello.

Hello.

Not you.

You look exquisite, child.

The wind has been at you, though.

I haven't had the opportunity to tell you how sorry I was to hear about your brother.

War is war, but killing a man at a wedding, horrid.

What sort of monster would do such a thing?

As if men need more reasons to fear marriage.

My lady.

My lady.

Lord Tyrion, you see?

Not as bad as all that.

Perhaps if your pauper husband were to sell his mule and his last pair of shoes, he might be able to afford to bring you to Highgarden for a visit.

Now that peace has come and all is right with the world, it would do you good to see some of it.

You must excuse me.

It's time I ate some of this food I paid for.

♪ A coat of gold ♪

♪ Or a coat of red ♪

♪ A lion still has claws ♪

♪ And mine, my lord... ♪

Very good. Very good.

Off you go.

( coins clatter )

( crowd laughs )

My love, why don't we make the announcement?

( taps goblet )

Everyone.

The queen would like to say a few words.

( applause )

We are so fortunate to enjoy this marvelous food and drink.

Not all among us are so lucky.

To thank the gods for bringing the recent war to a just end, King Joffrey has decreed that the leftovers from our feast be given to the poorest in his city.

( applause )

( music playing )

You're an example to us all.

Ser Jaime, I'm very sorry.

Ser Loras, it's quite all right.

Your sister looks very beautiful.

Loras:As does yours.

So, looking forward to your wedding?

Yes, very much.

Our fathers are both rather keen on the prospect.

They certainly are.

Perhaps they should get married.

( laughs )

If you were to marry Cersei, she'd murder you in your sleep.

If you somehow managed to put a child in her first, she'd murder him, too, long before he drew his first breath.

Luckily for you, none of this will happen because you'll never marry her.

And neither will you.

Your Grace.

My king.

My queen.

Lady Brienne.

So good of you to come.

I'm no lady, Your Grace.

Did you just bow?

Apologies, Your Grace.

I never did master the curtsy.

You're the one who put a sword through Renly Baratheon.

That's not true, my love. Brienne had nothing to do with it.

A shame.

I'd knight the man that put an end to that deviant's life.

I just wanted to congratulate you both and wish you good fortune.

The country has been at war too long.

I hope your reign is long and peaceful.

Yes, yes.

Thank you.

I hope we see more of you.

Lady Brienne.

You're Lord Selwyn Tarth's daughter.

That makes you a lady whether you want to be or not.

As you say, Your Grace.

I owe you my gratitude.

You returned my brother safely to King's Landing.

In truth, he rescued me, Your Grace.

More than once.

Did he?

Haven't heard that story before.

Not such a fascinating story, I'm afraid.

I'm sure you have many fascinating stories.

Sworn to Renly Baratheon. Sworn to Catelyn Stark. And now my brother.

Must be exciting to flit from one camp to the next serving whichever lord or lady you fancy.

I don't serve your brother, Your Grace.

But you love him.

Your Grace.

No, no, come to my chambers and I will examine you personally.

She'll do no such thing.

Oh, Your Grace.

Yes, well, this young lady sought my advice--

You should see Qyburn.

He's quite good.

Your Grace.

Qyburn? Deplorable man.

Brought shame on the Citadel with his repugnant experiments.

More repugnant than your gnarled fingers on that girl's thighs?

Your Grace, I am a man of learning.

My little brother had you sent to the Black Cells when you annoyed him.

What do you think I could do to you if you annoyed me?

I never meant to annoy anyone.

But you are.

You annoy me right now.

Every breath you draw in my presence annoys me.

So here's what I want you to do.

I want you to leave my presence.

Leave this wedding right now.

Go to the kitchens and instruct them that all the leftovers from the feast will be brought to the kennels.

Your Grace, Queen Margaery--

The queen is telling you the leftovers will feed the dogs or you will.

A gold dragon to whoever knocks my fool's hat off.

( crowd laughing )

You're in rather a good mood.

I suppose I am.

I won't ask why.

Small pleasures.

Your Grace. Lord Tywin.

Prince Oberyn.

I don't believe you have met Ellaria.

This is the Lord Hand Tywin Lannister and Cersei Lannister the Queen Regent.

I suppose it is former Queen Regent now.

Lord Hand and Lady Cersei,

Ellaria Sand.

My lord. My lady.

Charmed.

Can't say I've ever met a Sand before.

We are everywhere in Dorne.

I have 10,000 brothers and sisters.

Bastards are born of passion, aren't they?

We don't despise them in Dorne.

How tolerant of you.

I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei, giving up your regal responsibilities.

Wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked.

I suppose you'll never know, Prince Oberyn.

It's a shame your older brother couldn't attend the wedding.

Please give him our regards.

With any luck, the gout will abate with time and he will be able to walk again.

They call it the rich man's disease.

A wonder you don't have it.

Noblemen in my part of the country don't enjoy the same lifestyle as our counterparts in Dorne.

People everywhere have their differences.

In some places the highborn frown upon those of low birth.

In other places the rape and murder of women and children is considered distasteful.

What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place.

( taps goblet )

Everyone, silence!

Clear the floor.

There's been too much amusement here today.

A royal wedding is not an amusement.

A royal wedding is history.

The time has come for all of us to contemplate our history.

My lords...

my ladies...

I give you

King Joffrey...

( shouting )

...Renly, Stannis,Robb Stark, Balon Greyjoy.

The War of the Five Kings.

( applause, laughter )

I'm the rightful king.

King in the North!

Traitor. You're a traitor.

( laughing )

For the Seven Kingdoms!

Let the war begin.

( laughing )

( howls )

Renly, you're no king.

Away, degenerate.

Away. Away.

Ooh, careful.

( squeals )

Go on.

I want you to be my prince.

( laughing )

Stannis!

Who's got the gold now, Stark?

I am the rightful king. Challenge me, ruffian.

Take that.

I'm drowning. I'm drowning.

I am the King in the North!

Not wildfire!

( laughing )

( crying )

Pay each of them 20 gold when this is done.

Podrick: Yes, my lord.

We'll have to find another way to thank the king.

Charge!

Ready, again.

I am the King in the North!

Charge!

Charge!

( crowd cheers )

Your head!

( laughing )

( laughing )

( grunting )

( laughing )

Fine gentlemen.

( applause )

Well fought.

Well fought.

Here you are.

Champion's purse.

Though you're not the champion yet, are you?

A true champion defeats all the challengers.

Surely there are others out there who still dare to challenge my reign.

Uncle.

How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume.

( crowd laughs )

One taste of combat was enough for me, Your Grace.

I would like to keep what remains of my face.

I think you should fight him.

This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle.

I speak as a firsthand witness.

Climb down from the high tablewith your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne.

Be careful, though.

This one is clearly mad with lust.

It would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night.

( light laughter )

A fine vintage.

Shame that it spilled.

It did not spill.

My love, come back to me.

It's time for my father's toast.

( applause )

Well, how does he expect me to toast without wine?

Uncle, you can be my cupbearer seeing as you're too cowardly to fight.

Your Grace does me a great honor.

It's not meant as an honor.

Bring me my goblet.

What good is an empty cup?

Fill it.

Kneel.

Kneel before your king.

Kneel.

I said...

kneel!

Look, the pie.

( applause )

My queen.

( gasps )

( applause )

Margaery: Wonderful.

Wonderful.

My hero.

Can we leave now?

Let's find out.

Uncle.

Where are you going?

You're my cupbearer, remember?

I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace.

No, no, no. No, you're perfect the way you are.

Serve me my wine.

Well, hurry up.

This pie is dry.

Mm, good.

Needs washing down.

If it please Your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired.

No.

( coughs )

No, you'll wait here...

( coughs )

un--

( coughs )

( coughing )

Your Grace?

( coughing )

It's nothing.

( gasping )

He's choking!

Help the poor boy.

( gasping )

Idiots, help your king.

Move away!

( choking )

Joffrey! Joffrey!

Cersei: Help him!

Someone help him!

Joffrey!

( gagging )

Come with me now.

Cersei: Joffrey! Joffrey!

If you want to live, we have to leave.

Don't touch him!

( gurgling )

Joffrey.

( gasping )

Please, Joffrey.

Joffrey, what is it?

Help him!

( gasps )

( crying )

My son.

( crowd sobbing )

Man: He's gone.Our king is gone.

He did this.

He poisoned my son, your king.

Take him.

Take him!

Take him!

Take him!

( crowd shouting )

♪ In a coat of gold ♪

♪ Or a coat of red ♪

♪ A lion still has claws ♪

♪ And mine are long ♪

♪ And sharp, my lord ♪

♪ As long and sharp as yours ♪

♪ And so he spokeand so he spoke ♪

♪ That Lord of Castamere ♪

♪ And now the rains ♪

♪ Weep o'er his hall ♪

♪ With no one there to hear ♪

♪ Yes, now the rains ♪

♪ Weep o'er his hall ♪

♪ And not a soulto hear. ♪

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I want you to tell me the truth about Joffrey.

He's a monster.

With the Tyrells beside us, no one will think of rebelling for another century.

Ser Dontos of House Hollard.

Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos celebrate my name day.

It would be bad luck to kill a man on your name day.

You'll be my new fool!

Thank you, Your Grace.

Do you know what it takes to unite 19 clans?

I told them we were all going to die if we don't get south.

Let us go, and my father will pay you whatever you want.

Enough to buy me a new head?

We need to find Sansa Stark a husband.

Tyrion'll do as he's bid, you'll marry Ser Loras.

I am not some brood mare...

You're my daughter!

My feelings for you have not changed.

I'm not your lady, I'm your whore.

He's a crow, he'll stab us in the back.

Kill him!

That's a fine little blade.

Maybe I'll pick my teeth with it.

Something wrong with your leg, boy?

You've got to carry me.

Robb!

The Lannisters send their regards!

It's too late!

You know I didn't have a choice...

You know nothing, Jon Snow!

You're home.

( fire crackling )

( "Rains of Castamere"playing )

( footsteps approach )

( hammering echoes )

( theme music playing )

Magnificent.

Mm-hmm.

Looks fresh-forged.

It is.

No one's made a Valyrian steel sword since the Doom of Valyria.

There are three living smiths who know how to rework Valyrian steel.

The finest of them was in Volantis.

Came here to King's Landing at my invitation.

Where did you get this much Valyrian steel?

From someone who no longer had need of it.

You've wanted one of these in the family for a long time.

And now we have two.

The original weapon was absurdly large.

Plenty of steel for two swords.

Well, thank you. It's glorious.

You'll have to train your left hand.

Any decent swordsman knows how to use both hands.

You'll never be as good.

But as long as I'm better than everyone else, I suppose it doesn't matter.

You can't serve in the Kingsguard with one hand.

Where's that written?

I can and I will.

The Kingsguard oath is for life.

The war is over.

The king is safe.

The king is never safe.

How many people in this city alone would love to see his head on a pike?

Other knights protected the king while you were a prisoner.

They will continue to do so when you go home.

Home?

You'll return to Casterly Rock and rule in my stead.

You are the Lord of Casterly Rock.

I am the King's Hand.

My place is here.

I don't expect to see the Rock again before I die.

You know what they call me?

Kingslayer.

Oathbreaker.

Man without honor.

Now you want me to break another sacred vow.

You won't be breaking anything.

There is a precedent to relieve a Kingsguard of his duties.

The king will exercise that prerogative.

I don't believe I asked you a question.

There's my answer.

If you think your bloody honor comes before--

My bloody honor is beyond repair, but my answer is still no.I don't want Casterly Rock.

I don't want a wife.

I don't want children.

What do you want?

Supper would be nice.

For 40 years I've tried to teach you.

If you haven't learned by now, you never will.

If serving as a glorifiedbodyguard is the sum of your ambition, go serve.

I suppose you want the sword back.

Keep it.

A one-handed man with no family needs all the help he can get.

( goats bleat )

How many Dornishmen does it take to f*ck a goat?

Please don't.

Bronn: Seems to methe smart placeto meet travelersis in a tavern.

That way, one party is late, the other party can drink some ale inside.

This is the Prince of Dorne we're waiting for, not one of your sellsword friends.

If he's so damned important, how come they sent you to meet him?

There's bad blood between the Martells of Dorne and the Lannisters of Casterly Rock.

Has been for years.

And just in case the Martells of Dorne are looking to spill some Lannister blood,

it may as well be yours, eh?

No need for cynicism.

I happen to be an accomplished diplomat.

Ah, here we are.

( claps )

Can you read the sigils?

Yellow balls?

Wild lemons on a purple field, House Dalt of Lemonwood.

A vulture grasping a baby in its talons, House Blackmont.

A crowned skull, the Manwoodys of Kingsgrave.

Boy knows his Dornish Houses.

I need a sigil.

And House Martell, a red sun pierced by a spear?

I don't see it, my lord.

Well met, my lords.

His Grace King Joffrey welcomes you in his name.

My lord father, the King's Hand, sends his greetings as well.

I am Tyrion Lannister of Casterly Rock, Master of Coin.

Forgive me.

I don't see Prince Doran in your company.

The prince's health forces him to remain at Sunspear.

He sends his brother Prince Oberyn to attend the royalwedding in his stead.

Yes, the king will be delighted to enjoy the company of a warrior as renowned as Prince Oberyn at his wedding feast.

Will he?

And where is Prince Oberyn?

Arrived before dawn.

Not a man for welcome parties, our prince.

Very well. My lords, these fine men from the City Watch will escort you to your quarters in the Red Keep.

You must be weary after such a long journey.

Some accomplished diplomacy that was.

Now where?

We must find Prince Oberyn before he kills somebody or several somebodies.

How do you plan on finding a single Dornishman in a city this big?

You're famous for f*cking half of Westeros.

You just arrived at the capital after two weeks of bad roads, where would you go?

I'd probably go to sleep, but I'm getting old.

Look at this one.

How lovely is she?

Beautiful.

But pale.

They like them pale in the capital.

Shows they don't work the fields.

Do I frighten you?

You like?

Timid.

Timid bores me.

You're a bit of mischief, aren't you?

I think she likes you.

She has good taste.

You're not timid, are you?

( laughs ) Not timid.

Do you like women?

When they look like her, my lord.

This one will do nicely.

Olyvar:Very good, my lady.

Oh, I'm not a lady.

A term of courtesy in this establishment.

A lie anywhere.

Why not use the right words?

I'm a b*st*rd.

She is a whore.

And you're what?

A procurer.

Any of the others?

The two girls can leave.

( snaps fingers )

You stay.

I'm afraid I'm not an offer, my lord.

Everyone who works for Littlefinger is an offer.

Take off your clothes.

We'll be here a while.

My lord.

I am a prince, boy.

Have you ever been with a prince?

Can't say I have.

I'm wildly expensive.

Take off your clothes.

Which way do you like it?

( gasps )

My way.

Man: ♪ And so he spokeand so he spoke ♪

♪ That Lord of Castamere ♪

♪ And now the rains... ♪

Oberyn.

♪ Weep o'er his hall... ♪

Oberyn, don't.

♪ With no one there to hear ♪

♪ Yes, not the rains weep o'er his hall ♪
♪ And not a soul to hear. ♪

You lost, friend?

Forgive me for staring.

I don't see many Lannisters where I'm from.

I don't see many Dornishmen in the capital.

We don't like the smell.

( laughs )

Come with me, lover.

Gods, look at this one.

Sirs, if you follow me, I'll arrange for a private room.

Why are you wasting a woman like this on a Dornishman?

Bring him a shaved goat and a bottle of olive oil.

( laughs )

Do you know why all the world hates a Lannister?

You think your gold and your lions and your gold lions make you better than everyone.

May I tell you a secret?

You're not a golden lion.

You're just a pink little man who is far too slow on the draw.

( screams )

Longsword is a bad option in close quarters.

When I pull my blade, your friend starts bleeding.

Quite a lot, I'm afraid. So many veins in the wrist.

( groans )

He'll live if you get him help straightaway.

So, decisions.

Prince Oberyn, forgive the intrusion.

We heard there might be...

( screams )

...trouble.

Apologies, my love.

I'm here to welcome you to the capital.

Ellaria Sand, my paramour.

The king's own Uncle Imp.

Tyrion, son of Tywin Lannister.

If there's anything I can do to make your stay--

What are you?

His hired killer?

It started that way, aye.

Now I'm a knight.

How did that come to pass?

Killed the right people, I suppose.

( laughs )

We'll need a few more girls.

Girls, yes?

You don't partake?

Oh, I partook.

Now I'm married.

Prince Oberyn, if I may, a word in private?

Seems I visited the Lannister brothel by mistake.

Oh, they take all kinds.

Even Dornishmen.

The king is very grateful that you traveled all this way for his wedding.

Let us speak truth here. Joffrey is insulted.

I am only the second son after all.

Well, speaking as a fellow second son, I have grown rather used to being the family insult.

( chuckles )

Why did you come to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn?

I was invited to the royal wedding.

I thought we were speaking truth.

The last time I was in the capital was many years ago.

Another wedding.

My sister Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen, the Last Dragon.

My sister loved him.

She bore his children.

Swaddled them, rocked them, fed them at her own breast.

Elia wouldn't let the wet nurse touch them.

And beautiful, noble Rhaegar Targaryen left her for another woman.

That started a war and the war ended right here when your father's army took the city...

I wasn't actually present.

...and butchered those children.

My nephew and niece.

Carved them up and wrapped them in Lannister cloaks.

And my sister, you know what they did to her?

I'm asking you a question.

I've heard rumors.

( chuckles ) So have I.

The one I keep hearing is that Gregor Clegane the Mountain raped Elia and split her in half with his great sword.

I wasn't there.

I don't know what happened.

If the Mountain killed my sister, your father gave the order.

Tell your father I'm here.

And tell him the Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts.

( dragons screeching )

( growls )

( screeching )

( growls )

( chuckles )

( screeches )

( screeching )

( gasps )

Shh. Shh.

( roars )

( gasps )

( roars )

They're dragons, Khaleesi.

They can never be tamed.

Not even by their mother.

Ser Barristan.

Your Grace.

Where's Daario Naharis?

Where's Grey Worm?

Gambling, Your Grace.

Gambling?

Crowd: Mhysa. Mhysa. Mhysa...

How long have they been at it?

Since midnight, Your Grace.

Ser Worm is stronger than he looks.

But I can see his arms beginning to shake.

What's the prize to winning this stupid contest?

The honor of riding by your side on the road to Meereen.

That honor goes to Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan as neither of them kept me waiting this morning.

You two will ride in the rear guard and protect the livestock.

The last man holding his sword can find a new queen to fight for.

( Daario groans )

You need to eat something.

Pigeon pie.

No, thank you.

Lemon cakes?

No, thank you.

You love lemon cakes.

Tell her she needs to eat.

My lady, you do need to eat.

I don't need to eat.

If I could have a moment alone with my wife.

She needs to eat.

I can't let you starve.

I swore to protect you.

My lady, I am your husband.

Let me help you.

How can you help me?

I don't know, but I can try.

I lie awake all night staring at the canopy thinking about how they died.

I could get you essence of nightshade to help you sleep.

Do you know what they did to my brother?

How they sewed his direwolf's head onto his body?

And my mother.

They say they cut her throat to the bone and threw her body in the river.

What happened to your familywas a terrible crime.

I didn't know your brother.

He seemed like a good man, but I didn't know him.

Your mother, on the other hand,I admired her.

She wanted to have me executed, but I admired her.

She was a strong woman.

And she was fierce when it came to protecting her children.

Sansa.

Your mother would want you to carry on.

You know it's true.

Will you pardon me, my lord?

I'd like to visit the godswood.

Of course. Of course. Prayer can be helpful, I hear.

I don't pray anymore.

It's the only place I can go where people don't talk to me.

My lion.

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing? Come here.

How many times have I told you?

You can't visit me here.

I know.

I know.

We have come to a dangerous place.

Have you forgotten me?

Do you know how long it's been?

Of course I haven't forgotten.

I want you.

Don't you want me?

Things are a bit tense right now.

What things?

My nephew the king wants to murder me.

My wife hates me because my father murdered her family.

Oberyn Martell wants to murder everyone whose last name is Lannister.

You need to relax.

Don't you want to relax?

What's wrong?

I told you.

It's not a good time.

It's never a good time.

You have your child bride now.

Shae.

Do you love her?

Love her?

I barely know her.

She's a child.

She despises me.

That's not an answer.

Of course I don't love her.

You tried to ship me away.

Ship you away?

Give me diamonds and make me disappear.

What in the world are you talking about?

If you want me to leave, just say it.

Say it!

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

You want me to stay?

( groans )

A work of art, really.

The craftsmanship is excellent.

You like it so much, you're welcome to chop off your own hand and take it.

Such an ingrate.

I spent days with the goldsmith

getting the details just right.

Days?

Better part of an afternoon.

There, how does that feel?

Uh...

a hook would be more practical.

Elegant, I think.

Thank you for your help with the other matter.

The symptoms have abated?

Gone completely.

I am in your debt, Maester Qyburn.

Not a maester, Your Grace, but happy to help whenever I can.

Odd little man.

I've grown rather fond of him.

( door closes )

He's quite talented, you know?

What symptoms?

Symptoms that are not your concern.

You let him touch you?

You jealous?

I'm surprised.

You never let Pycelle near you.

( laughs ) You think I'd let that old lecher put his hands on me?

He smells like a dead cat.

I'm not sure I've eversmelled a dead cat.

Well, they smell like Pycelle.

You drink more than you used to.

Let's see, you started a brawl in the streets with Ned Stark and disappeared from the capital.

My husband died in a tragic hunting accident.

It must have been traumatic for you.

My only daughter was shipped off to Dorne.

We suffered through a siege.

A rather short siege.

A rather short siege that I didn't expect to survive.

And now I'm marrying my eldest son to a wicked little bitch from Highgarden while I'm supposed to marry her brother, a renowned pillow biter.

So...

Father disowned me today.

He can't disown you.

You're all he's got.

You're forgetting Tyrion.

You don't really plan on staying in the Kingsguard, do you?

Staying in the Kingsguard means I live right here in the Red Keep with you.

Not now.

I want--

Not now? When?

I've been back for weeks.

Something's changed.

Everything's changed.

You come back after all this time with no apologies and one hand and expect everything to be the same?

What do you want me to apologize for?

For leaving me.

You think I wanted to be taken prisoner?

Don't know what you wanted.

You weren't here.

You left me alone.

Every day I was a prisoner, I plotted my escape.

Every day. I murdered people so I could be here with you.

You took too long.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you took too long.

( knocking )

Come in.

Jaime: Go away.

Forgive me, Your Grace.

You told me to come at once if there was anything important.

You plan on killing all the crows yourself?

Do you plan on sitting here scratching your balls till winter?

We wait for Mance's orders.

You sent a man over the Wall at the full moon.

If he's not back yet,he's not coming back.

And what is it you want?

March on Castle Black with just this lot?

Your pretty crow said 1,000 men are nesting there.

Yeah, well, he's a liar.

He is?

Shouldn't it be "he was"?

You said you put three arrows in him.

I did.

I've seen you slip a shaft through a rabbit's eye at 200 yards.

If that boy's still walking, it's 'cause you let him go.

( whistles )

Thenns.

I f*cking hate Thenns.

Mance sent you?

( grunts )

How did you find us?

You came from the south, not the north.

Took a detour.

Got some supper from a village down that way.

Why does the meat down heretaste so much better than it does on our side of the Wall?

Help yourself.

( chuckles )

Maybe everything's just better fed down here.

Fat and lazy.

Easier for us, hmm?

You didn't see us coming?

Lost your warg?

And that baby crow you had with you, lost him too?

I'll answer to Mance.

I won't answer to you.

She yours?

I'm not anybody's.

Too scrawny.

Not like those crows at Castle Black.

Think of themstuck in their larders stuffing their faces with ham and blood sausage and stew, getting nice and fat and marbled.

I know we've had our differences, Tormund, but just one time before you die, you really ought to try crow.

Officer:Draw.

Loose.

Jon:Last time I saw him,he was in the courtyardat Winterfell.He said, "Next time I see you,you'll be all in black."

I was jealous of Robb my whole life.

( winces )

The way my fatherlooked at him,I wanted that.

He was better than me at everything-- fighting and hunting and riding and girls.

Gods, the girls loved him.

I wanted to hate him, but I never could.

Sometimes I want to hate you.

Well, you're better than me at everything.

Except reading.

They're-- they're ready for you.

He's wanted to hang me for a while.

Now's his chance.

No one's going to hang you.

You've done nothing wrong.

I've done plenty wrong.

So you admit you murdered Qhorin Halfhand?

Jon:I didn't murder him.

No? You put your sword through a brother of the Night's Watch.

What do you call that?

He wanted me to kill him.

A b*st*rd son of a traitor.

What would you expect?

The Halfhand believed our only chance to stop Mance was to get a man inside his army.

Don't talk about the Halfhand as if you knew him.

He was my brother.

Then you'd know he'd do anything to defend the Wall.

The free folk would have boiled him alive, but letting me kill him...

Slynt: The free folk?Listen to him.

He even talks like a wildling now.

Aye, I talk like a wildling. I ate with the wildlings.

I climbed the Wall with the wildlings. I-- I laid with a wildling girl.

You admit to breaking your vows, then?

The law is the law.

The boy must die.

If we beheaded every ranger who lay with a girl, the Wall would be manned by headless men.

There's a difference between sneaking off to the Mole's Town brothel and sleeping with the enemy.

While we sit here debating which rules I broke, Mance Rayder marches on the Wall with an army of 100,000.

Impossible.

You can't get 50 wildlings together before they start killing each other.

100,000.

He's united the Thenns, the Hornfoots,the ice-river clans.

He has giants fighting for him.

( laughs ) Giants?

Have you ever been beyond the Wall, ser?

I commanded the City Watch of King's Landing, boy.

And now you're here.

You must not have been very good at your job.

How dare you?!

There's a band of wildlings south of the Wall already led by Tormund Giantsbane.

I killed their warg and three others.

They shot me full of arrows.

Their orders are to attack Castle Black from the south when Mance hits it from the north.

The signal for the attack will be a bonfire.

Mance said it would be the greatest fire the North has ever seen.

That's the truth.

All the truth.

Do you intend to execute me or am I free to go?

None of us are free.

We are men of the Night's Watch.

But we won't be taking your head today, Jon Snow.

Go on.

I am acting commander here, Maester Aemon.

Yes, you are.

And I don't trust the b*st*rd.

He told the truth.

And you always know when a man's telling a lie?

How did you acquire this magical power?

I grew up in King's Landing.

Olenna:No. No.

You're a queen, not an ox.

Your grandfather gave me a necklace just like this one for my 51st nameday.

The wedding is in a fortnight, Grandmother.

You can't say no to everything.

Nonsense.

My little dears.

Go and speak to the jewelers of King's Landing.

Tell them who you are, tell them who sent you.

The one who brings me the best necklace will get to keep the next best.

( girls laughing )

The Margaery Tyrell who walks into the sept a fortnight from now will inspire 1,000 songs.

Now, how sad it will be if she's wearing rubbish like that.

Perhaps I should just let Joffrey choose it for me.

End up with a string of dead sparrow heads around my neck.

You watch that.

Even here, even with me.

( footsteps approaching )

My word.

My lady.

My lady.

Please pardon me for interrupting.

My name is Brienne of Tarth.

We know who you are.

We've heard all about you.

But hearing is one thing.

Aren't you just marvelous?

Absolutely singular.

I hear you knocked my grandson into the dirt like the silly little boy he is.

My lady, I know this is a very busy time for you, but if I could just have a moment.

You dare not refuse.

A shadow?

A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon.

I swear to you by all the gods it was Stannis.

He plunged his sword through Renly's heart and disappeared.

One day, my lady, I will avenge our king.

Joffrey is our king now.

I meant no offense.

And you've given none.

All the Kingsguard will be on duty, of course.

Ser Boros will be stationed here.

Ser Preston will be stationed here beside the primary entertainment.

Your Grace?

Yes, yes, one guard at the-- the thing.

Go on.

Ser Meryn will guard Lady Margaery and Tommen.

I've always guarded the king himself, my lord.

Ever since your absence.

And I thank you for it, Ser Meryn.

All very good.

I don't expect any trouble.

The people love their king.

They know who keeps them fed.

Margaery Tyrell, I've heard.

By my leave.

They know I saved the city.

They know I won the war.

The war's not won.

Not while Stannis lives.

I broke Stannis on the Blackwater.

Pity you weren't there to help, Uncle.

My apologies, Your Grace.

I was rather busy.

Busy getting captured.

So this is the famous "Book of Brothers"?

All the great deeds of all the great Kingsguard.

Ser Arthur Dayne.

The Sword of the Morning.

( chuckles )

Led the attack on the Kingswood Brotherhood.

Defeated the Smiling Knight in single combat.

Ser Duncan the Tall.

( laughs )

Four pages for Ser Duncan.

He must have been quite a man.

So they say.

Ser Jaime Lannister.

( chuckles )

Someone forgot to write down all your great deeds.

There's still time.

Is there?

For a 40 -year-old knight with one hand?

How can you protect me with that?

I use my left hand now, Your Grace.

Makes for more of a contest.

Daenerys: Have you ever been to Meereen?

Several times, Your Grace, with Master Kraznys.

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

And now an army of former slaves is marching to her gates.

You think the Great Masters are worried?

If they're smart, Your Grace.

You were told to ride at the back of the train.

Yes, my queen.

But I need to speak to you about something important.

A matter of strategy.

Your Grace.

All right, what is this matter of strategy?

A dusk rose.

Would you like to walk at the back of the train instead of riding?

And this one's called lady's lace.

Would you like to walk without shoes?

You have to know a land to rule it.

Its plants, its rivers, its roads, its people.

Dusk rose tea eases fever.

Everyone in Meereen knows that.

Especially the slaves who have to make the tea.

If you want them to follow you, you have to become a part of their world.

Strategy.

Harpy's Gold.

No tea from this one.

Beautiful but poisonous.

You are a gambler, aren't you?

Your Grace.

( man shouts in Valyrian )

There's one on every mile marker between here and Meereen.

How many miles are there between here and Meereen?

163, Your Grace.

Barristan: I'll tell our men to rideahead and bury them.

You don't need to see this.

You will do no such thing.

I will see each and every one of their faces.

Remove her collar before you bury her.

Brienne:There she is.

Jaime: Yes, there she is.

You made a promise.

To return the Stark girls to their mother who is now dead.

To keep them safe.

Well, Arya Stark hasn't been seen since her father was killed.

Where do you think she is?

My money's on dead.

There's a certain safety in death, wouldn't you say?

And Sansa Stark is now Sansa Lannister.

Bit of a complication.

A complication does not release you from a vow.

What do you want me to do?

Kidnap my sister-in-law?

And take her where?

Where would she be safer than here?

Look me in the eye and tell me that you think she'll be safe in King's Landing.

Are you sure we're not related?

Ever since I've returned, every Lannister I've seen has been a miserable pain in my ass.

Maybe you're a Lannister, too.

You've got the hair for it if not the looks.

( footsteps )

( footsteps stop )

( gasps )

( gasps )

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

You're drunk.

I have good reason to be.

Once I was a knight.

Now I'm only a fool.

Don't you know me?

Ser Dontos.

The king's nameday celebration.

I'm sorry.

I should have remembered.

I can't accept your apology.

I may be a fool, but I'm a living fool, thanks to you.

Anyone would have done the same.

But only you did.

I can never repay you.

You gave me my life.

But this, this is worth more than my life.

It belonged to my mother and her mother before her.

House Hollard was strong once.

House on the rise.

That's all that's left of those days, thanks to a few sad, fat drunks like me.

I can't take it.

It's very, very kind of you, but I can't.

I don't have anything else left.

That's all.

Take it.

Wear it.

Let my name have one more moment in the sun before it disappears from the world.

I'll wear it with pride, Ser Dontos.

Yeah.

( flies buzzing )

Arya: When am I going to geta horse of my own?

The little lady wants a pony.

The little lady wants away from your stench.

Horses aren't easy to come by.

Even if they were, you think I'm gonna put you on your own horse?

Watch the only thing of value I've got in the world ride away?

Why don't you have any money?

Didn't you steal anything from Joffrey before you left?

You're not very smart, are you?

I'm not a thief.

You're fine with murdering little boys, but thieving is beneath you?

A man's got to have a code.

You think I'm gonna escape?

Where would I go?

I'd be dead by nightfall without you.

My family's gone.

I've got no one.

You've got an aunt in the Vale.

Your rich Aunt Lysa.

After I sell you to her, maybe she'll have enough left over to buy you that pony you want so much.

Arya: I'm hungry.You're hungry.

Five horses, five men.

More than I feel like killing on an empty stomach.

I know him.

The small one.His name is Polliver.

He captured us and took us to Harrenhal.

( urinating )

He killed Lommy.

What the f*ck's a Lommy?

He was my friend.

Polliver stole my sword and put it right through his neck.

He's still got it.

Hound:Got what?

My sword Needle.

Needle?

Of course you named your sword.

Lots of people name their swords.

Lots of c**ts.

What are you-- get back here.

My brother gave me that sword.

Get back here.

He killed my friend.

I don't care if he ate your friend.

We're not going in there.

( man laughing )

Man: Come on, give it up.

( woman whimpering )

Come here.

( whimpering )

Let's have a feel there.

Leave it.

( laughing )

Come here.

Please, she's a good girl.

Shut your mouth and pour us more ale and we may not take her with us when we're done with her.

I know you.

You're the Hound.

Pour our new friend some ale.

What brings you so far north?

I could ask the same of you.

What are you doing up here?

Just keeping the king's peace.

No need.

The war's over.

So I've heard.

Stannis defeated at the Blackwater.

Robb Stark killed at the Twins.

And where am I for all of it?

Stuck with your brother.

Meaning no offense.

None taken.

He's good, the Mountain is.

Best at what he does.

But torture, torture, torture, torture.

You spend enough time puttingthe hammer to people,you start to feel likea carpenter making chairs.

Drains the fun right out of it.

And what's life without a little fun?

( chuckles )

But I don't need to tell you that, eh?

She's all right.

I've had better.

( laughs )

You know what?

You should come with us.

His kind, they've always got something hidden away somewhere.

Gold, silver, more daughters.

Always something if youknow how to make them talk.

And there's plenty of him between here and King's Landing.

You could do well for yourself.

We certainly have been.

I'm not going to King's Landing.

Think about it.

We could do whatever we like wherever we go.

These are the king's colors.

No one's standing in his way now.

Which means no one's standing in ours.

f*ck the king.

( chatter stops )

When I heard that Joffrey's dog had tucked tail and run from the Battle of the Blackwater, I didn't believe it.

But here you are.

Here I am.

Bring me one of those chickens.

You got money to pay for it?

You paid for it?

( laughs ) No.

But we're the king's men.

So, you got money?

Not a penny.

I'll still take that chicken.

Tell you what.

We'll trade you.

One of our little chickens for one of yours.

Give us a go at your friend.

Lowell there likes them a bit broken in.

( men chuckle )

You're a talker.

Listening to talkers makes me thirsty.

And hungry.

Think I'll take two chickens.

You don't seem to understand the situation.

I understand that if any more words come pouring out of your c**t mouth, I'm gonna have to eat every f*cking chicken in this room.

You lived your life for the king.

You're gonna die for some chickens?

Someone is.

( shouts )

( whimpering )

( grunting )

( groans )

( screams )

( screaming )

( gasping )

( grunts )

( groans )

( screams )

( groans )

Something wrong with your leg, boy?

What?

What do you mean?

Can you walk?

I've got to carry you?

Carry me?

Fine little blade.

Maybe I'll pick my teeth with it.

( gasps )

( gurgling )

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You will release every slave in Yunkai. Reject this gift and I shall show you no mercy.

You are mad.

It was just as you said.

Their slave soldiers threw down their spears and surrendered.

Locke: The bitch stays.

I'm taking her to King's Landing.

Unless you kill me.

Well, we must be on our way.

( bear roars )

( sobbing ) Please.

I'm not killing you.

Just making a few alterations.

No! Don't!

Sam: The Nightfort's closest to Castle Black.

It's got a secret sally port, the Black Gate, as old as the Wall itself. It leads through the Wall right down into the Nightfort.

Stop.

But your father-- I won't share your bed. Not until you want me to.

What if I never want you to?

And so my watch begins.

He's a crow. He'll stab us in the back first chance he gets.

Kill him.

( grunts )

The wolves are out there.

You're a warg, Bran. Do it.

I'm going beyond the Wall. It won't be safe for Rickon.

I'm coming with you. You and Osha and Shaggydog head for the Last Hearth.

She's just going to kill him.

Sacrifice him.

The boy's your nephew.

The usurper Robb Stark...

She says there's power in king's blood.

Got salt pork for the feast.

The feast is over.

Robb!

Mother.

The Lannisters send their regards.

It's too late.

( men shouting )

( weapons clashing )

( men screaming, shouting )

( screaming )

Yah! Yah!

( men shouting )

Man: Go, move out!

The King in the North!

The King in the North!

( horse neighs )

The King in the North!

The King in the North!

Man: Here comes the King in the North!

( knights chanting ) Here comes the King in the North!

The King in the North! The King in the North!

Here comes...

( all cheering )

( men chuckle )

Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall.

What are you doing?

I have a list.

A list of people you mean to kill? For laughing at me?

Do I look like Joffrey to you?

No, death seems a bit extreme.

Fear of death, on the other hand... You should learn to ignore them.

My lady, people have been laughing at me far longer than they've been laughing at you.

I'm the Halfman, the Demon Monkey, the Imp. You're a Lannister.

I am the disgraced daughter of the traitor Ned Stark. The disgraced daughter and the Demon Monkey.

We're perfect for each other.

( chuckles )

So how should we punish them?

Who? Whom?

Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall.

I could speak to Lord Varys and learn their perversions.

Anyone named Desmond Crakehall must be a pervert.

I hear that you're a pervert.

I am the Imp. I have certain standards to maintain.

( chuckles )

We could sheep shift Lord Desmond's bed. You cut a little hole in his mattress and you stuff sheep dung inside. Then you sew up the hole and make his bed again. His room will stink, but he won't know where it's coming from.

Lady Sansa!

My sister used to do that when she was angry with me. And she was always angry with me.

Why sheep shift?

That's the vulgar word for dung.

My lady...

Well, you asked me.

Women: Oh! ( giggle )

That's him!

My lord, my lady. Your father has called a meeting of the small council.

( door closes )

Killed a few puppies today?

Show him. Come on, show him.

Oh, apologies, my lord.

Old fingers.

"Roslin caught a fine fat trout. Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding. Signed Walder Frey."

Is that bad poetry or is it supposed to mean something?

Robb Stark is dead.

( laughing )

And his bitch mother.

Write back to Lord Frey. Thank him for his service and command him to send Robb Stark's head.

I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast.

Your Grace, Lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage.

A joke. Joffrey did not mean it.

Yes, I did.

I'm going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast.

Tyrion: No.

She is no longer yours to torment.

Everyone is mine to torment. You'd do well to remember that, you little monster.

Oh, I'm a monster. Perhaps you should speak to me more softly, then. Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies.

I could have your tongue out for saying that.

Let him make his threats. Hmm? He's a bitter little man.

Lord Tyrion should apologize immediately.

Unacceptable, disrespectful, and in very bad taste.

I am the king! I will punish you.

Any man who must say, "I am the king" is no true king. I'll make sure you understand that when I've won your war for you.

My father won the real war. He killed Prince Rhaegar. He took the crown while you hid under Casterly Rock!

The king is tired. See him to his chambers.

Come along.

I'm not tired.

We have so much to celebrate. A wedding to plan. You must rest.

Grand Maester, perhaps some essence of nightshade to help him sleep.

I'm not tired!

Come.

Not you.

You just sent the most powerful man in Westeros to bed without his supper.

You're a fool if you believe he's the most powerful man in Westeros.

A treasonous statement. Joffrey is king.

You really think a crown gives you power?

I think armies give you power.

Mm-hmm.

Robb Stark had one, never lost a battle, and you defeated him all the same.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I know.

Walder Frey gets all the credit. Or the blame, I suppose, depending on your allegiance.

Walder Frey is many things, but a brave man?

No. He never would have risked such an action if he didn't have certain assurances. Which he got from me.

Do you disapprove?

I'm all for cheating. This is war.

But to slaughter them at a wedding... Explain to me why it is more noble to kill 10,000 men in battle than a dozen at dinner.

So that's why you did it?

To save lives?

To end the war. To protect the family.

Do you want to write a song for the dead Starks? Go ahead, write one.

I'm in this world a little while longer to defend the Lannisters, to defend my blood.

The northerners will never forget.

Good.

Let them remember what happens when they march on the south.

All the Stark men are dead.

Winterfell is a ruin.

Roose Bolton will be named Warden of the North until your son by Sansa comes of age.

I believe you still have some work to do on that score.

Do you think she'll open her legs for me after I tell her how we murdered her mother and brother?

One way or another, you will get that girl pregnant.

I will not rape her.

Shall I explain to you in one easy lesson how the world works?

Use small words. I'm not as bright as you.

The house that puts family first will always defeat the house that puts the whims and wishes of its sons and daughters first.

A good man does everything in his power to better his family's position regardless of his own selfish desires.

Does that amuse you?

No, it's a very good lesson.

Only it's easy for you to preach utter devotion to family when you're making all the decisions.

Easy for me, is it?

When have you ever done something that wasn't in your interest but solely for the benefit of the family?

The day that you were born.

I wanted to carry you into the sea and let the waves wash you away. Instead, I let you live. And I brought you as my son. Because you're a Lannister.

Sansa.

It's empty.

Let's find a place to sleep.

( wind howling )

( echoing ) Hodor.

Hodor.

Don't, Hodor.

Maybe we shouldn't stay.

You'd rather be out there?

There are a lot of stories about this place. Horrible stories.

I always quite liked the horrible stories.

So did I.

Once.

You ever heard about the Rat Cook?

No. Who's he?

Just a cook in the Night's Watch. He was angry at the king for something,

I don't remember.

When the king was visiting the Nightfort, the cook killed the king's son, cooked him into a big pie with onions, carrots, mushrooms and bacon. That night he served the pie to the king. He liked the taste of his son so much, he asked for a second slice. The gods turned the cook into a giant white rat who could only eat his own young. He's been roaming the Nightfort ever since, devouring his own babies. But no matter what he does, he's always hungry.

( chuckles )

If the gods turned every killer into a giant white rat-- It wasn't for murder the gods cursed the Rat Cook

or for serving the king's son in a pie.

He killed a guest beneath his roof.

( distant clatter )

That's something the gods can't forgive.

( rats squeaking )

"The late Walder Frey," old Tully called me because I didn't get my men to the Trident in time for battle.

He thought he was witty.

Look at us now, Tully. You're dead, your daughter's dead, your grandson's dead, your son spent his wedding night in a dungeon and I'm Lord of Riverrun.

( laughs )

The Blackfish escaped.

An old man on the run with no allies.

I have Tywin Lannister backing me.

Who does he have?

As you say.

They all laughed at me, all those high lords. They all thought they were better than me.

Ned Stark, Hoster Tully.

People snigger when I marry a young girl, but who said a word when Jon Arryn married the little Tully bitch?

You'll be needing a new young girl.

Yeah. Got that to look forward to. And you, the Warden of the North.

No more Starks to bow and scrape to.

Must have been torture following that stupid boy all over the country.

He ignored my advice at every turn.

If he'd been a trifle less arrogant... Calling himself the Young Wolf.

How's that for pomposity?

( chuckling )

Well, here's to the Young Wolf!

( howls )

Forever young.

( laughs )

Will you move to Winterfell now that the war's over?

At some point perhaps.

But Winterfell's in ruins.

Yeah.

What happened up there?

I heard the Greyjoy boy seized the place. I heard he killed all the ravens. And after that, nothing.

I sent my b*st*rd Ramsay to root him out.

Robb Stark offered amnesty for the ironborn if they gave us Theon.

Oh. And?

Ramsay delivered the terms.

The ironborn turned on Theon as we knew they would. They handed him over trussed and hooded.

But Ramsay-- well... Ramsay has his own way of doing things.

Well, the girls weren't lying. You had a good-sized cock.

What?

Pork sausage.

You think I'm some sort of savage?

People talk about phantom limbs.

An amputee might have an itch where his foot used to be.

So I've always wondered... do eunuchs have a phantom cock?

Next time you think about naked girls, would you feel an itch?

Sorry. I shouldn't make jokes. My mother taught me not to throw stones at cripples. But my father taught me

to aim for their head.

( quietly ) Kill me.

Sorry, what?

Kill me.

A little louder.

( sobbing ) Kill me!

You're no good to me dead. We need you.

You don't look like a Theon Greyjoy anymore.

That's a name for a lord. But you're not a lord, are you? You're just meat.

( groans )

Stinking meat.

( sniffs )

You reek.

( gasps ) Reek!

That's a good name for you.

What's your name?

Theon Greyjoy.

What's your name?

Theon Greyjoy.

( groans )

Please.

What is your name?!

Reek.

My name is... Reek.

( wind howling )

( distant gasp )

( gasps )

Hodor.

( gasping continues )

( growling )

( scraping, footsteps approaching )

( groaning )

( shatters )

( gasps )

( shouting )

( panting )

Don't kill me!

Who are you?