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왕좌의 게임 대본(시즌 1-8) - Game of Thrones Script, Season 1-8 The Pointy End

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Entering Kings Landing, we see SyrioForel dancing with Arya.

SyrioForel: Yah! Left high, left low.
How ironic it seems, how peacefully Arya and Syrio are dancing, near the Throne room, the Kings Guard fights a few Stark men.
Going back again at Arya's dancing training.

SyrioForel: Right low, lunge right.

Outside in a courtyard, a few Stark stewards are packing and bringing out the Stark family's belongings.

Steward of House Stark: If you break anything, the Septa will have my head. What is...

The stewards are being slaughtered by the kings guard.
Going back inside the Red Keep, Sansa is walking down a hallway with her Septa.

Septa Mordane: Your sister knew perfectly well we were to leave today.
How she could forget...
Sansa Stark: She didn't forget. She's with her dancing master.
She's with him every morning. She always comes back with scrapes and bruises.
She's so clumsy.
Septa Mordane: Hush! Go back to your room.
Bar the doors and do not open them for anyone you do not know.
Sansa Stark: What is it? What's happening?
Septa Mordane: Do as I told you. Run!

Back at Arya's training.

SyrioForel: This way! Left, right.
Rah! Now you are dead.
Arya Stark: You said right, but you went left.
SyrioForel: And now you are a dead girl.
Arya Stark: Only 'cause you lied.
SyrioForel: My tongue lied.
My eyes shouted the truth.
You were not seeing.
Arya Stark: I was so. I watched, but you...
SyrioForel: watching is not seeing, dead girl.
The seeing, the true seeing, that is the heart of swordplay.
The Kings guard approaches.
Meryn Trant: Arya Stark, come with us.
Your father wants to see you.
SyrioForel: And why is it that Lord Eddard is sending Lannister men in place of his own? I am wondering.
Meryn Trant: Mind your place, dancing master.
This is no concern of yours.
Arya Stark: My father wouldn't send you.
As she picks up her wooden stick from the ground, she says.
Arya Stark: And I don't have to go with you if I don't want.
MarynTrant: Take her.
SyrioForel: Are you men or snakes, that you would threaten a child?
Kings guard: Get out of my way, little man.
SyrioForel: I am SyrioForel.
Kings guard: Foreign bastard.
The Kings guard draws his sword. Before he can strike, Syrio hits him with his wooden stick. Knocking him out.
SyrioForel: And you will be speaking to me with more respect.
Meryn Trant: Kill the Braavosi. Bring the girl.
SyrioForel: Arya child, we are done with dancing for the day.
Run to your father.
SyrioForel fights three Kings guards at once, eventually knocking them all out.
Meryn Trant: Bloody oafs.
SyrioForel: Be gone now, Arya.
Arya Stark: Come with me. Run.
SyrioForel: The first sword of Braavos does not run.
Meryn Trant strikes Syrio, a short duel takes place. Eventually Meryn Trant cuts SyrioForel's wooden sword into pieces.
SyrioForel: What do we say to the God of death?
Arya Stark: Not today.
SyrioForel: Go.

Arya Stark runs off and hears a bunch of screams from down the hallway. She looks concerned.
Arya Stark: Not today. Not today.

Back on the other side of the Red Keep, Sansa runs on, but is stopped by a familiar face.

Sansa Stark: Stay away from me.
I'll tell my father. I'll...I'll tell the Queen.
Sandor Clegane: Who do you think sent me?

Back to Arya, we see that she has arrived at the slaughtered stewards. She sees her belongings lying on the ground.

Arya Stark: Needle.
A stable boy appears.
Stable Boy: There she is.
Arya Stark: What do you want?
Stable Boy: I want you, wolf girl. Come here.
Arya Stark: Leave me be. My father's a lord. He'll reward you.
Stable Boy: She'll reward me, the Queen!
Arya Stark: Stay away!
Accidentally, she turns around sliding Needle through the stable boys belly. Her first kill is a fact.
Shook as she is, she runs off.

In the dark dungeon cells of Kings Landing we see Ned Stark. He sees a little light approaches him. After a short while it is clear that it's Varys, whom is holding a torch.
Lord Varys: Lord Stark, you must be thirsty.
Ned Stark: Varys.
Lord Varys: I promise you it isn't poisoned.
Why is it no one ever trusts the eunuch? Not so much, My Lord.
I would save the rest, if I were you.
Hide it. Men have been known to die of thirst in these cells.
Ned Stark: What about my daughters?
Lord Varys: The younger one seems to have escaped the castle.
Even my little birds cannot find her.
Ned Stark: And Sansa?
Lord Varys: Still engaged to Joffrey.
Cersei will keep her close. The rest of your household though, all dead, it grieves me to say.
I do so hate the sight of blood.
Ned Stark: You watched my men being slaughtered and did nothing.
Lord Varys: And would again, My Lord.
I was unarmed, unarmored and surrounded by Lannister swords.
When you look at me do you see a hero?
What madness led you to tell the Queen you had learned the truth about Joffrey's birth?
Ned Stark: The madness of mercy. That she might save her children.
Lord Varys: Ah, the children. It is always the innocents who suffer.
It wasn't the wine that killed Robert, nor the boar.
The wine slowed him down and the boar ripped him open, but it was your mercy that killed the King.
I trust you know you are a dead man, Lord Eddard?
Ned Stark: The Queen can't kill me. Cat holds her brother.
Lord Varys: The wrong brother sadly.
And lost to her. Your wife has let the Imp slip through her fingers.
Ned Stark: If that's true, then slit my throat and be done with it.
Lord Varys: Not today, My Lord.
Varys is about to walk away, while being stopped by Ned one last time.
Ned Stark: Tell me something, Varys.
Who do you truly serve?
Lord Varys: The Realm, My Lord.
Someone must.
Varys leaves the dungeons.

At Castle Black a corpses are being carried inside. Some of the Night's brothers are inspecting the two bodies.

Jeor Mormont: It's Othor, without a doubt.
OthellYarwyck: The other one is Jafer Flowers, My Lord, less the hand the wolf tore off.
Jeor Mormont: Any sign of Benjen or the rest of his party?
Jon Snow: Just these two, My Lord. Been dead awhile, I'd say.
Jeor Mormont: Mmm.
Samwell Tarly: The smell.
OthellYarwyck: What smell?
Samwell Tarly: There is none.
If they'd be dead for a long time, wouldn't there be rot?
Jon Snow: We should burn them.
OthellYarwyck: Snow's not wrong, My Lord.
Fire will do for them. The Wildling way.
Jeor Mormont: I want Maester Aemon to examine them first.
You may be a coward, Tarly, but you're not stupid.
Get them inside.
OthellYarwyck: You heard him.
SerAlliser: Lord Commander, Maester Aemon awaits you in his chambers. A raven from King's Landing.
Nights Watch brother: Come on, move 'em out.

Jon Snow is summoned to Jeor Mormont's chambers. While entering the room, a conversation starts.

Jeor Mormont: Bring me a horn of ale, Snow, and pour one for yourself.
The King is dead.
Jon Snow: Is there any word of my father?
Jeor Mormont: Sit.
Lord Stark has been charged with treason.
They say he conspired with Robert's brothers to deny the throne to Prince Joffrey.
Jon points to the letter, as he wants to read it. Jeor Mormont hands it over. When reading the letter, Jon stands up and wants to walk away.
Jeor Mormont: I hope you're not thinking of doing anything stupid.
Your duty lies here now.
Jon Snow: My sisters were in King's Landing too.
Jeor Mormont: I'm sure they'll be treated gently.
Jon walks out.

Deep inside the Red Keep, Sansa is having a conversation with Cersei.
Grand MaesterPycelle, Varys and Littlefinger being in their presence.

Lord Varys: Your father has proved to be an awful traitor, dear.
Grand MaesterPycelle: King Robert's body was still warm when Lord Eddard began plotting to steal Joffrey's rightful throne.
Sansa Stark: He wouldn't do that. He knows how much I love Joffrey.
He wouldn't. Please, Your Grace, there's been a mistake.
Send for my father. He'll tell you, the King was his friend.
Cersei Lannister: Sansa sweetling, you are innocent of any wrong.
We know that.
Yet you are the daughter of a traitor.
How can I allow you to marry my son?
Grand MaesterPycelle: A child born of a traitor's seed is no fit consort for our King.
She is a sweet thing now, Your Grace, but in 10 years who knows what treasons she may hatch?
Sansa Stark: No, I'm not.
I'll be a good wife to him, you'll see.
I'll be a Queen just like you, I promise.
I won't hatch anything.
Petyr Baelish: The girl is innocent, Your Grace.
She should be given a chance to prove her loyalty.
Cersei Lannister: Little dove, you must write to Lady Catelyn and your brother, the eldest.
What's his name?
Sansa Stark: Robb.
Cersei Lannister: Word of your father's arrest will reach him soon, no doubt.
Best it comes from you.
If you would help your father, urge your brother to keep the King's peace.
Tell him to come to King's Landing and swear his fealty to Joffrey.
Sansa Stark: If...if I could see my father, talk to him about...
Cersei Lannister: You disappoint me, child.
We have told you of your father's treason.
Why would you want to speak to a traitor?
Sansa Stark: I only meant that...what will happen to him?
Cersei Lannister: That depends.
Sansa Stark: On...on what?
Cersei Lannister: On your brother. And on you.

Back at Winterfell, Robb reads the letter Sansa sent.
Robb Stark: Treason? Sansa wrote this?
MaesterLuwin: It is your sister's hand, but the Queen's words.
You are summoned to King's Landing to swear fealty to the new King.
Robb Stark: Joffrey puts my father in chains, now he wants his ass kissed?
MaesterLuwin: This is a royal command, My Lord.
If you should refuse to obey...
Robb Stark: I won't refuse. His Grace summons me to King's Landing, I'll go to King's Landing.
But not alone. Call the banners.
MaesterLuwin: All of them, My Lord?
Robb Stark: They've all sworn to defend my father, have they not?
MaesterLuwin: They have.
Now we see what their words are worth.
MaesterLuwin: Yeah.
MaesterLuwin walks off.
Theon Greyjoy: Are you afraid?
Robb Stark: I must be.
Theon Greyjoy: Good.
Robb Stark: Why is that good?
Theon Greyjoy: It means you're not stupid.

At the Eyrie, Catelyn rushes to Lysa's chambers. Upon arrival she angrily speaks.
Catelyn Stark: You've had this since dawn?
Lysa Arryn: He sent it to me, not you.
I've only shown it to you as a courtesy.
Catelyn Stark: A courtesy?! My husband has been taken prisoner.
My son intends to declare war.
Lysa Arryn: A war? Your son against the Lannisters?
You should go to him. Teach him patience.
Catelyn Stark: Ned rots in a dungeon and you speak of patience? He is your brother by law!
Does family mean nothing to you?
Lysa Arryn: Family means everything to me.
And I will not risk Robin's life to get caught up in another of your husband's wars.
Robin Arryn: I'm hungry.
Lysa Arryn: Hush now, darling. You just ate.
Catelyn Stark: You will not support us then? Do I understand you correctly?
Robin Arryn: But I'm hungry!
Lysa Arryn: Soon, love, soon.
You're always welcome here, sister.
But if you're asking me to send men from the Vale to fight...
Catelyn Stark: That is what I ask.
Lysa Arryn: Go on, sweet. Time for your bath. I'll feed you after.
Robin walks out of the room.
Catelyn Stark: If you fear for the safety of your son...
Lysa Arryn: Of course I fear for the safety of my son!
Are you an idiot? They killed my husband.
You say they shoved your boy from a window.
These people will do anything.
Catelyn Stark: And that is why we have to stop them.
Lysa Arryn: The knights of the Vale will stay in the Vale where they belong, to protect their Lord.

Both Tyrion and Bronn are seen walking through the hills of the Vale.
Bronn: Will you shut up? There's hill tribes all around here.
Tyrion Lannister: If I'm going to die, it may as well be with a song in my heart.
Bronn: I should just take your food and leave you here.
Eh? What would you do then?
Tyrion Lannister: Starve, most likely.
Bronn: You don't think I'd do it, do you?
Tyrion Lannister: What do you want, Bronn? Gold?Women?Golden women?
Stick with me and you'll have them all, for as long as I'm around and not for a moment longer.
But you knew that.
That is why you so valiantly took up arms to defend my honor.
Bronn: Fair enough.
But don't go looking for me to bend the knee and "My Lord" you every time you take a shit.
I'm not your toady and I'm not your friend.
Tyrion Lannister: Though I would treasure your friendship.
I'm mainly interested in your facility with murder.
And if the day ever comes when you're tempted to sell me out.
Remember this: Whatever their price, I'll beat it.
I like living.

A while later, Tyrion and Bronn are seen near a campfire.
Bronn hears noises of approaching men and tries to warn Tyrion.

Bronn: Tyrion. Tyrion.Tyrion.
Tyrion Lannister: Come, share our fire.
Help yourselves to our goat.
Shagga: When you meet your Gods, you tell them Shagga Son of Dolf of the Stone Crows sent you.
Tyrion Lannister: I am Tyrion son of Tywin of Clan Lannister.
How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?
Tyrion Lannister: In my own bed, at the age of 80 with a bellyful of wine and a girl's mouth around my cock.
Take the half man.
He can dance for the children. Kill the other one.
Tyrion Lannister: No nononono! My, my House is rich and powerful.
If you see us through these mountains, my father will shower you with gold.
Shagga: We have no use for a half man's promises.
Tyrion Lannister: Half a man maybe, but at least I have the courage to face my enemies.
What do the Stone Crows do? Hide behind rocks and shiver when the knights of the Vale ride by?
Are those the best weapons you could steal? Good enough for killing sheep, if the sheep don't fight back.
Lannister smiths shit better steel.
Shagga: You think you can win us over with your trinkets?
Tyrion Lannister: That trinket is worth more than everything your tribe owns.
But if you help us, Shagga Son of Dolf, I will not give you trinkets.
I will give you this.
Tyrion makes a gesture.
Shagga: What is "this"?
Tyrion Lannister: The Vale of Arryn.
The Lords of the Vale have always spat upon the hill tribes.
The Lords of the Vale want me dead.
I believe it is time for new Lords of the Vale.

In Castle Black's kitchen, Jon and Sam are preparing a meal, while SerAlliser approaches.

SerAlliser: Now there's a rare sight. Not only a bastard, but a traitor's bastard.
Jon looks Alliser in his eyes. Silence occur for a few seconds. Then, suddenly Jon tries to strike Alliser, but is stopped by Pypar and Grenn.
Samwell Tarly: Jon, no! Jon, stop, put it down!
SerAlliser: Blood will always tell. You'll hang for this, bastard.
SerAlliser had his fun and walks away, while Jeor Mormont saw the incident and walk towards Jon.
Jeor Mormont: I told you not to do anything stupid. You're confined to quarters. Go.
Jon obeys and walks off.

Later that night, Ghost alerts Jon. He seems to be uneasy. Jon wakes up and talks to Ghost.

Jon Snow: Ghost, what's wrong? Is something out there?
Jon decides to get out of bed, gear up and opens the door. Ghost runs off towards Jeor Mormants room.
Mounting his door.
Jon Snow: Commander?
Jon Snow: Stay.
Ghost waits at the front door, while Jon walks in.
Jon Snow: Hello?
Who's there?
Lord Commander?
As soon as he walks through the door, the door shuts and the corpse of Othor attacks Jon. Jon tries to stab him with his dagger, but nothing seems to phase him. Jon pulls himself loose, draws his sword and cuts off Othor's other hand. Then Jon stabs Othor through the heart. Othor falls down. Suddenly Jeor Mormont arrives.
Jeor Mormont: Snow!?
Jon Snow: Commander!
Othor gets back on his feet, pulling out Jon's sword out of his chest. Outside of the room, Ghost goes beserk, trying to get in.
Jon grabs Jeor's lantern and throws it at Othor. Othor catches fire.
Jon Snow: Move move!
Jon grabs Jeor by his arm and flees inside a room, shutting the door.

The Khalasar have arrived the lands of Lhazar. Dany and her company walk through the burned area.

DaenarysStormborn: What did they do?
Rakharo: Lamb men make good slaves. Khal Drogo will make a gift of them to the slavers.
And the slavers will give us gold...and silk and steel.
DaenarysStormborn: I thought the Dothraki didn't believe in money.
Jorah Mormont: Gold to hire ships, Princess. Ships to sail to Westeros.
While walking a little further, Dany sees Dothraki men looting and holding Lhazareen captive.
DaenarysStormborn: Jorah, make them stop.
Jorah Mormont: Khaleesi?
DaenarysStormborn: You heard me.
Jorah Mormont: These men have shed blood for their Khal.
Now they claim their rewards.
Rakharo: She is a lamb girl, Khaleesi. The riders do her honor.
If her wailing offends the Khaleesi, I will bring you her tongue.
Jorah Mormont: Princess, you have a gentle heart, but this is how it's always been.
DaenarysStormborn: I do not have a gentle heart, Ser. Do as I command or Khal Drogo will know the reason why.
Jorah and Rhakharo both obey and run off, trying to stop the Khalasar, while freeing some Lhazareen.
Rhakharo: Kashqoyqoyithiradisse. Me qorasokhanni!
While Rhakharo argues with a Dothraki man, Jorah brings over a Lhazareen woman.
Jorah Mormont: Come.
Dothraki Man: Anhaafichakmaem'arakhoon!
Jorah Mormont: What do you want done with them?
DaenarysStormborn: Bring her to me. And those women there.
Jorah Mormont: You cannot claim them all, Princess.
DaenarysStormborn: I can, and I will.

Leaving with a couple of Lhazareen women, Dany arrives at a covered courtyard, where Khal Drogo is having a discussion with Mago.

Mago: Me Fati! Khaleesi vazhaanhaanqorasokhanni, ch'anhaafichakmaem'arakhoonanni!
Khal Drogo: Me vastoehatifanni; ahhazaanyer Nemo vacchaki.
Khal Drogo: Moon of my life. Mago says you have taken his spoils.
A daughter of a lamb men, who was his to mount. Tell me the truth of this.
DaenarysStormborn: Mago speaks the truth, my sun and stars. I have claimed many daughters this day, so they cannot be mounted.
Khal Drogo: This is the way of war. These women are slaves now to do with as we please.
DaenarysStormborn: It pleases me to keep them safe.
If your riders would mount them, let them take them for wifes.
Qotho: Does the horse mate with the lamb?
DaenarysStormborn: The dragons feeds on horse and lamb alike.
Mago: You are a foreigner. You do not command me.
DaenarysStormborn: I am Khaleesi. I do command you.
Khal Drogo: See how fierce she grows?
That is my son inside her, the stallion that will mount the world. Filling her with his fire.
I will hear no more.
Mago, find somewhere else to stick your cock.
Mago spits on the ground and draws his sword.
Mago: A Khal who takes orders from a foreign whore is no Khal.
When Qotho is trying to interfere, Khal Drogo calls him back.
Khal Drogo: Ohosa. Os.
I will not have your body burned. I will not give you that honor.
Mago points out his sword and pushes it to Khal Drogo's chest.
Khal Drogo grins, it doesn't seem to phase him. He continues talking.
Khal Drogo: The beetles will feed on your eyes. The worms will crawl through your lungs.
Mago starts swinging his sword, while Khal Drogo dodges his attack.
When turning his back on Mago, he grabs his daggers and speaks.
Khal Drogo: The rain will fall on your rotting skin...
Khal Drogo turns around facing Mago and drops his daggers to the ground.
Khal Drogo: Until nothing is left of you but bones!
Khal Drogo runs towards Mago, while dodging his attacks. While attacking, Mago screams.
mago: First you have to kill me!
Khal drogo grabs Mago's sword, disarms him and cuts his throat open. He grabs Mago's throat, crushes it and pulls out his tongue.
He shows Mago's tongue to the crowd, walks back to his chair and throws Mago's tongue on a pile of rotting flesh.
While sitting down, Dany runs towards him.
DaenarysStormborn: My sun and stars is wounded.
Khal Drogo: A scratch, moon of my life.
DaenarysStormborn: Where are the healers?
Khal Drogo: This is the bite of a fly.
MirriMazDuur: I can help the great rider with his cut.
Qotho: The Khal needs no help from slaves who lie with sheep.
DaenarysStormborn: She is mine let her speak.
MirriMazDuur: Thank you, silver lady.
DaenarysStormborn: Who are you?
When "the witch" is trying to approach Dany, Qotho stops her.
MirriMazDuur: I am named MirriMazDuur.
I was the Godswife of this Temple.
Qotho: A witch.
And spits on the ground.
MirriMazDuur: My mother was Godswife here before me.
She taught me how to make healing smokes and ointments.
All men are of one flock, so my people believe.
The Great Shepherd sent me to Earth to heal his...
Qotho slaps "the witch" and says.
Qotho: Too many words. A witch's words poison the ears.
MirriMazDuur: lamb or lion, his wound must be washed and sewn or it will fester.
DaenarysStormborn: Let her clean your wound, my sun and stars.
It makes me hurt to see you bleed.
Khal Drogo lays eyes upon "the witch". While he's seemingly in thought, "the witch" approaches him.
As Dany steps aside, she looks at Khal Drogo's wound.

Entering Winterfell, gathered Stark banner men are having a feast.
We see Greatjon Umber whom is having a conversation with Robb Stark.

Greatjon Umber: For 30 years I've been making corpses out of men, boy.
I'm the man you want leading the Vanguard.
Robb Stark: Galbart Glover will lead the Van.
Greatjon Umber: The bloody Wall will melt before an Umber marches behind a Glover.
I will lead the Van or I will take my men and march them home.
Robb Stark: You are welcome to do so, Lord Umber.
And when I am done with the Lannisters, I will march back North, root you out of your Keep and hang you for an oathbreaker.
Greatjon Umber: Oathbreaker, is it?!
Greatjon stands up as he is offended
Greatjon Umber: I'll not sit here and swallow insults from a boy so green he pisses grass.
While Greatjon Umber raises his voice to Robb, Grey Wind rushes towards him and attacks, biting off 2 of his fingers.
Robb Stark: My Lord father taught me it was death to bare steel against your Liege Lord.
But doubtless the Greatjon only meant to cut my meat for me.
Greatjon Umber: Your meat...is bloody tough.
Greatjon Umber starts laughing breaking the tension, making everyone laughing along with him.

Later that night, Robb is having a short visit with Brann Stark. Upon entering his room, Brann is stil asleep.
Robb wakes him and a conversation follows.

Brann Stark: What is it? What's happened?
Robb Stark: Shh, it's all right.
Brann Stark: Where are you going?
Robb Stark: South. For father.
Brann Stark: But it's the middle of the night.
Robb Stark: The Lannisters have spies everywhere.
I don't want them to know we're coming.
Brann Stark: They have more men than we do.
Robb Stark: Aye, they do.
Brann Stark: Can't I come with you? I can ride now. You've seen me riding.
And I won't get in the way, I...
Robb Stark: There must always be a Stark at Winterfell.
Until I return that will be you.
You are not to leave the castle walls while we are gone.
Do you understand?
Listen to MaesterLuwin. Look after your little brother.
Brann Stark: I will.
Robb Stark: I'll send letters whenever I can, but if you don't hear from me, don't be scared.
Until I return.
Robb leaves the room, but as soon as Robb left, Rickon appears.
Brann Stark: How long have you been hiding out there?
Robb will be looking for you, to say goodbye.
Rickon Stark: They've all gone away.
Brann Stark: They'll be back soon.
Robb will free father and they'll come back with mother.
Rickon Stark: No, they won't.
Rickon turns arond and leaves the room.

The next morning, Brann is sitting affront of the Weirwood tree.
While saying his prayers, Osha approaches him.

Brann Stark: Please watch over Robb.
And watch over all the other men from Winterfell.
And Theon too, I suppose.
Osha: You hear them, boy? The Old Gods are answering you.
Brann Stark: What are you doing here?
Osha: They're my Gods too.
Beyond the Wall, they're the only Gods.
Even slaves are allowed to pray.
Brann Stark: You're not a slave.
Osha points out to her chains and wiggles her foot.
Brann Stark: Well, your friend did put a knife to my throat.
I'm not complaining, Little Lord, just telling truths.
Brann Stark: What did you mean about hearing the Gods?
Osha: You asked them, they're answering you.
Shh. Open your ears.
Brann is trying to listen and looks up the Weirwood tree. He hears the wind blowing through the leaves.
Brann Stark: It's only the wind.
Who do you think sends the wind if not the Gods?
They see you, boy. They hear you.
Your brother will get no help from them where he's going.
The Old Gods have no power in the South.
The Weirwoods there were all cut down a long time ago.
How can they watch when they have no eyes?
Suddenly Hodor appears.
It appears he was bathing nearby, since he is bare naked holding a towel around his neck.
Osha: Well, there's a big man.
He has giants blood in him or I'm the Queen.
Brann Stark: Go back and find your clothes, Hodor.
Go dress.
Hodor: Hodor.
Hodor obeys and runs off.
Brann Stark: Are there really giants beyond the Wall?
Osha: Giants and worse than giants.
I tried telling your brother, he's marching the wrong way.
All these swords, they should be going North, boy.
North, not south!
The cold winds are rising.
Looking back up to the Weirwood tree, Brann hears the wind again.

At castle Black, the Night's Watch decided to burn the corpse of Othor, whom attacked Jeor Mormant.
Sam decided to share some knowledge.

Samwell Tarly: They were touched by White Walkers.
That's why they came back.
That's why their eyes turned blue.
Only fire will stop them.
Jon Snow: How do you know that?
Samwell Tarly: I read about it in a book. A very old book in Maester Aemon's library.
Jon Snow: What else did the book say?
Samwell Tarly: The White Walkers sleep beneath the ice for thousands of years.
And when they wake up...
Pypar: And when they wake up, what?
Sam looks to the top of the Wall.
Samwell Tarly: I hope The Wall is high enough.
Seemingly worried, the rest of the lot also look towards the top of the Wall.

Catelyn Stark and SerRodrik both arrive at Robb Starks camp.

Rodrik Cassel: Summer snows, My Lady.
Catelyn Stark: Robb's brought the North with him.
Entering Robbs tent, we see Robb and his banner men discussing tactics.
Robb Stark: The River Lords are falling back with Jaime Lannister at their heels.
And Lord Tywin is bringing around a second Lannister army from the South.
Our scouts confirm it's even larger than the Kingslayer's.
Greatjon Umber: One army or two, the Kings in the North threw back hosts ten times this large.
Robb Stark: Mother!
Catelyn Stark: You look well.
Greatjon Umber: Lady Catelyn, you're a welcome sight in these troubled times.
Theon Greyjoy: We had not thought to meet you here, My Lady.
Catelyn Stark: I had not thought to be here.
I would speak with my son alone. I know you will forgive me, My Lords.
Greatjon Umber: You heard her! Move your asses! Come on, out.
You too, Greyjoy.
Are you bloody deaf? Have no fear, My Lady.
We'll shove our swords up Tywin Lannister's bunghole and then it's on to the Red Keep to free Ned.
You old devil, Rodrik.
Rodrik Cassel: Jon.
Greatjon Umber: You're not wasting away, are you?
As soon as the men left, Catelyn hugs Robb.
Catelyn Stark: I remember the day you came into this world red-faced and squalling.
And now I find you leading a host to war.
Robb Stark: There was no one else.
Catelyn Stark: No one? Who were those men I saw here?
Robb Stark: None of them are Starks.
Catelyn Stark: All of them are seasoned in battle.
Robb Stark: If you think you can send me back to Winterfell...
Catelyn Stark: Oh, would that I could.
Robb Stark: There was a letter. From Sansa.
Catelyn Stark: From the Queen, you mean.
There's no mention of Arya.
Robb Stark: No.
Catelyn Stark: How many men do you have?
Robb Stark: 18,000. If I go to King's Landing and bend my knee to Joffrey...
Catelyn Stark: you would never be allowed to leave. No.
Our best hope, our only hope, is that you can defeat them in the field.
Robb Stark: And if I lose?
Catelyn Stark: Do you know what happened to the Targaryen children, when the Mad King fell?
Robb Stark: They were butchered in their sleep.
Catelyn Stark: On the orders of Tywin Lannister. And the years have not made him kinder.
If you lose, your father dies, your sisters die, we die.
Robb Stark: Well, that makes it simple then.
Catelyn Stark: I suppose it does.

Arriving at the foot of the Lannister camp, Tyrion, Bronn, Shagga and the hill tribe, decide to stop for a short while.
A conversation follows.

Tyrion Lannister: From here it might be best if Bronn and I continue alone.
Shagga: Best for Tyrion son of Tywin. Not best for me.
If the half man betrays us, Shagga son of Dolf will cut off his manhood...
Tyrion Lannister: And feed it to the goats, yes.
All right then. Time to meet my father.
Moving into the Lannister camp, Shagga and the hill tribe follow.
Upon entering the Tywin Lannister's tent, we see Kevan Lannister and Tywin sitting at a table, scheming.
Kevan Lannister Tyrion.
Tyrion Lannister: Uncle. Father.
Tywin Lannister: The rumors of your demise were unfounded.
Tyrion Lannister: Sorry to disappoint you.
Tywin Lannister: And who are these Companions of yours?
Tywin Lannister: This is Shagga Son of Dolf, Chieftain of the Stone Crows.
Timett Son of Timett, ruler of the Burned Men.
This fair maid is Chella daughter of Cheyk, leader of the Black Ears.
And here we have Bronn son of...
Bronn: You wouldn't know him.
Tyrion Lannister: May I present My Lord Father, Tywin son of Tytos of House Lannister.
Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West. Kind of you to go to war for me.
Tywin Lannister: You left us no choice. The honor of the House was at stake.
Your brother would never have submitted to capture so meekly.
Tyrion Lannister: We have our differences, Jaime and I.
He's braver. I'm better looking.
Jamie Lannister: He's been covering himself in glory.
Kevan Lannister: Jaime smashed the River Lords at the Golden Tooth, and now lays siege to Riverrun, Catelyn Stark's homeland.
Tyrion Lannister: And the Starks? Lord Eddard?
Tywin Lannister: Is our hostage.
He will lead no armies from his dungeon cell.
Tyrion Lannister: How did my sweet sister persuade the King to imprison his dear friend Ned?
Tywin Lannister: Robert Baratheon is dead.
Joffrey rules in King's Landing.
Tyrion Lannister: My sister rules, you mean.
Kevan Lannister: Stark's son has called his banners.
He moves south with a strong host.
Tywin Lannister: A green boy.
One taste of battle and he'll run back to Winterfell wi his tail between his legs.
Tyrion Lannister: Maybe. Though the boy does have a certain belligerence.
You'd like him.
While we're on the subject of war, I made promises to my friends here and a Lannister always pays his debts.
We shall require 3,000 helms and shields, plus swords, pikes, gorgets, maces...
Suddenly a messenger appears, interrupting Tyrion's request.
Messenger: If it please My Lord, SerAddam bids me report that the Northmen have crossed the neck.
Tywin Lannister: The wolf rushes into the lion's jaws.
So be it. Kevan, command the drummers beat assembly.
And send word to Jaime that I am moving against Robb Stark.
Kevan Lannister: At once, My Lord.
Tywin Lannister: It is said that the men of the Mountain clans are great warriors.
Ride with me against my enemies and you shall have all my son promised you and more.
Shagga: Only if the half man fights with us.
Until we hold the steel he pledged us, the little lion's life is ours.
Tywin looks over to Tyrion. Tyrion looks shooked.

Back at Robbs camp, inside his tent we see Robb and his men plotting.

RodrikCassal: The scouts report Lord Tywin moves north.
We need to get him on broken ground, put his Knights at a disadvantage.
Greatjon Umber: No, we need to get around him and break Jaime Lannister's siege of Riverrun.
Do that and the River Lords will join us.
Robb Stark: To do either we need to cross the river and the only crossing is at The Twins.
Theon Greyjoy: Lord Frey controls that bridge.
Your father's bannerman.
Catelyn Stark: "The late Lord Frey" my father calls him.
At the Trident, he didn't appear until the battle was done.
Some men takes their oaths more seriously than others.
Meanwhile, outside a few Stark men captured a scout, leading him to Robbs tent.
Theon Greyjoy: Robb's right.
We need that bridge.
Greatjon Umber: So what's it gonna be? Do we move against Jaime or Lord Tywin?
Stark guard: Your pardon, my lords.
We've captured a Lannister scout.
Theon covers the map with pawns
Greatjon Umber: Don't worry, lad.
He won't be leaving this tent with his head.
Robb Stark: Where did you find him?
Stark guard: In the brush above the encampment.
He looked to be counting.
Robb walks towards the Lannister scout.
Robb Stark: How high did you get?
Lannister scout: 20,000. Maybe more.
Rodrik Cassel You don't have to do this yourself.
Your father would understand.
Robb Stark: My father understands mercy, when there is room for it.
And he understands honor and courage.
Let him go.
Catelyn Stark: Robb.
Robb looks over his shoulder with a stare. Catelyn understands and looks down in regret.
Robb Stark: Tell Lord Tywin, Winter is coming for him.
To find out if he really does shit gold.
Lannister scout: Yes, My Lord. Thank you, My Lord.
Greatjon Umber: Are you touched, boy?! Letting him go?
Robb Stark: You call me boy again.
Greatjon Umber wants to taunt Robb.
Robb Stark: Go on.
Greatjon Umber: Oi.
Frustrated, Greatjon Umber walks out of the tent.

In Kings Landing, we see Ned Stark asleep in the dungeons, a guard on patrol kicks his feet waking him up. Then walks on.
Meanwhile, in the Throne room, new roles are being announced by Grand MaesterPycelle.
Grand MaesterPycelle: It is also the wish of His Grace, that his loyal servant Janos Slynt, Commander of the City Watch...
While Grand MaesterPycelle is speaking, Sansa walks by a few familiar faces.
Sansa Stark: Ser Aron.
Grand MaesterPycelle: Be at once raised to the rank of Lord.
Sansa Stark: Lord Gyles.
Grand MaesterPycelle: And granted the ancient seat of Harrenhal, and that his sons and grandsons shall hold this honor after him, until the end of time.
In the place of the traitor Eddard Stark, it is the wish of his Grace that Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West, be appointed Hand of the King.
Lastly, in these times of treason and turmoil, it is the view of the Council that the life and safety of King Joffrey be of paramount importance.
Cersei Lannister: Ser Barristan Selmy.
Barristan Selmy approaches.
Barristan Selmy: Your Grace, I am yours to command.
Cersei Lannister: Rise, Ser Barristan.
You may remove your helm.
You have served the Realm long and faithfully.
Every man and woman in the Seven Kingdoms owes you thanks.
But it is time to put aside your armor and your sword.
It is time to rest and look back with pride on your many years of service.
Barristan Selmy: Your Grace, the Kingsguard is a sworn brotherhood.
Our vows are taken for life. Only death relieves us of our sacred trust.
Cersei Lannister: Whose death, Ser Barristan? Yours or your King's?
King Joffrey: You let my father die.
You're too old to protect anybody.
Barristan Selmy: Your Grace...
Cersei Lannister: The Council has determined that Ser Jaime Lannister will take your place as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.
Barristan Selmy: The man who profaned his blade with the blood of the King he had sworn to defend!
Cersei Lannister: Careful, Ser.
Lord Varys: We have nothing but gratitude for your long service, good Ser.
You shall be given a stout Keep beside the sea, with servants to look after your every need.
Barristan Selmy: A hall to die in and men to bury me.
I am a Knight. I shall die a Knight.
Petyr Baelish: A naked Knight, apparently.
Barristan Selmy: Even now I could cut through the five of you like carving a cake!
Here, boy! Melt it down and add it to the others.
King's Landing Page: If any man in this hall has other matters to set before His Grace, let him speak now or go forth and hold his silence.
Sansa Stark: Your Grace.
King Joffrey: Come forward, My Lady.
Sansa walk forth.
King's Landing Page: The Lady Sansa of House Stark.
Cersei Lannister: Do you have some business for the King and the Council, Sansa?
Sansa Stark: I do.
Sansa kneels down.
Sansa Stark: As it please Your Grace, I ask mercy for my father, Lord Eddard Stark, who was Hand of the King.
Grand MaesterPycelle: Treason is a noxious weed.
It should be torn out, root...
King Joffrey: Let her speak.
I want to hear what she says.
Sansa Stark: Thank you, Your Grace.
Petyr Baelish: Do you deny your father's crime?
Sansa Stark: No, My Lords. I know he must be punished.
All I ask is mercy. I know My Lord father must regret what he did.
He was King Robert's friend and he loved him.
You all know he loved him.
He never wanted to be Hand until the King asked him.
They must have lied to him. Lord Renly or Lord Stannis or somebody.
They must have lied!
King Joffrey: He said I wasn't the King. Why did he say that?
Sansa Stark: He was badly hurt.
MaesterPycelle was giving him milk of the poppy.
He wasn't himself. Otherwise h never would have said it.
Lord Varys: A child's faith Such sweet innocence.
And yet they say wisdom oft comes from the mouths of babes.
Grand MaesterPycelle: Treason is treason!
King Joffrey: Anything else?
Sansa Stark: If you still have any affection in your heart for me, please do me this kindness, Your Grace.
King Joffrey: Your sweet words have moved me.
But your father has to confess.
He has to confess and say that I'm the King or there'll be no mercy for him.
Sansa Stark: He will.

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Trumpets sounds from the Lannister camp. Going inside a tent, we see Tywin Lannister sharpening his knifes, preparing to skin a deer, while Jaime Lannister starts reading the received letter from Ned Stark.

Jaime Lannister: "Summoned to court to answer for the crimes of your banner man Gregor Clegane, the Mountain"
Uh, "arrive within the fortnight or be branded an enemy of the Crown."
Poor Ned Stark.Brave man, terrible judgment.
Tywin Lannister: Attacking him was stupid.
Tywin Lannister: Lannisters don't act like fools.
Are you gonna say something clever? Go on, say something clever.
Jaime Lannister: Catelyn Stark took my brother.
Tywin Lannister: Why is he still alive?
Jaime Lannister: Tyrion?
Tywin Lannister: Ned Stark.
Jaime Lannister: One of our men interfered, speared him through the leg before I could finish him.
Tywin Lannister: Why is he still alive?
Jaime Lannister: It wouldn't have been clean.
Tywin Lannister: Clean...
Tywin Lannister: You spend too much time worrying about what other people think of you.
Jaime Lannister: I could care less what anyone thinks of me.
Tywin Lannister: Now that's what you want people to think of you.
Jaime Lannister: It's the truth.
Tywin Lannister: When you hear them whispering "Kingslayer" behind your back, doesn't it bother you?
Jaime Lannister: Of course it bothers me.
Tywin Lannister: The lion doesn't concern himself with the opinions of the sheep.
I suppose I should be grateful that your vanity got in the way of your recklessness.
I'm giving you half of our forces. 30,000 men.
You will bring them to Catelyn Stark's girlhood home and remind her that Lannisters pay their debts.
Jaime Lannister: I didn't realize you placed such a high value on my brother's life.
Tywin Lannister: He's a Lannister. He might be the lowest of the Lannisters, but he's one of us.
And every day that he remains a prisoner, the less our name commands respect.
Jaime Lannister: So the lion does concern himself with the opinions of..
Tywin Lannister: No, it's not an opinion, it's a fact!
If another House can seize one of our own and hold him captive with impunity, we are no longer a House to be feared.
Your mother's dead. Before long I'll be dead.
And you and your brother and your sister and all of her children.
All of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground. It's the family name that lives on. It's all that lives on.
Not your personal glory, not your honor, but family.
Do you understand?
Jaime nods gently.
Tywin Lannister: Hmm.
You're blessed with abilities that few men possess.
You are blessed to belong to the most powerful family in the kingdoms.
And you are still blessed with youth.
And what have you done with these blessings, huh? You've served as a glorified bodyguard for two kings.
One a madman, the other a drunk.
The future of our family will be determined in these next few months.
We could establish a dynasty that will last a thousand years.
Or we could collapse into nothing, as the Targaryens did.
I need you to become a man you were always meant to be.
Not next year. Not tomorrow. Now.
Submissive as he looks, Jaime walks out of the tent.

Back at a garden in Kings Landing, we see Queen Cersei approaching the sitting Ned Stark.

Cersei Lannister: You're in pain.
Ned Stark: I've had worse, my lady.
Cersei Lannister: Perhaps it's time to go home.
Ned Stark: The South doesn't seem to agree with you.
Ned Stark: I know the truth Jon Arryn died for.
Cersei Lannister: Do you, Lord Stark? Is that why you called me here, to pose me riddles?
Ned Stark: Has he done this before?
Cersei Lannister: Jaime would have killed him.
Ned Stark: My brother is worth a thousand of your friend.
Ned Stark: Your brother Or your lover?
Cersei Lannister: The Targaryens wed brothers and sisters for 300 years to keep bloodlines pure.
Ned Stark: Jaime and I are more than brother and sister.
Ned Stark: We shared a womb. We came into this world together. We belong together.
Ned Stark: My son saw you with him.
Cersei Lannister: Do you love your children?
Ned Stark: With all my heart.
Cersei Lannister: No more than I love mine.
Ned Stark: And they are all Jaime's.
Cersei Lannister: Thank the Gods.
In the rare event that Robert leaves his whores for long enough to stumble drunk into my bed, I finish him off in other ways.
In the morning, he doesn't remember.
Ned Stark: You've always hated him.
Cersei Lannister: Hated him? I worshiped him.
Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him, but he was mine by oath.
And when I finally saw him on our wedding day in the Sept of Baelor, lean and fierce and black-bearded, it was the happiest moment of my life.
Then that night he crawled on top of me, stinking of wine and did what he did, what little he could do, and whispered in my ear, "Lyanna".
Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl and he loved her more than me.
Ned Stark: When the King returns from his hunt, I'll tell him the truth.
You must be gone by then. You and your children.
I will not have their blood on my hands.
Go as far away as you can, with as many men as you can.
Because wherever you go, Robert's wrath will follow you.
Cersei Lannister: And what of my wrath, Lord Stark? You should have taken the realm for yourself.
Jaime told me about the day King's Landing fell.
He was sitting in the Iron Throne and you made him give it up.
All you needed to do was climb the steps yourself.
Such a sad mistake.
Ned Stark: I've made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn't one of them.
Cersei Lannister: Oh, but it was.
When you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
Cersei walks off.

Littlefinger is looking outside his brothel window. Seeing mothers bathing their crying children.
Seemingly in thought, he decides to close it. Meanwhile, Ros and Ameca are playing with each other, while Ros is loudly moaning.

Ros: Come here.
Oh yes, oh. Oh yes yes yes.
Petyr Baelish: No no no no! Is that what they teach you up in the North? And you-- wherever you're from, do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound? Either of you understand a thing that I'm saying?
Ros: Yes, My Lord.
Petyr Baelish: Let's start over, shall we? You be the man and you be the woman.
Well, go ahead. Slowly.
You're not fooling them. They just paid you. They know what you are.
They know it's all just an act.
Your job is to make them forget what they know.
That takes time. You need to Ease into it.
Go ahead. Ease into it.
He's winning you over in spite of yourself.
You're starting to like this.
He wants to believe you.
He's enjoyed his cock since he was old enough to play with it. Why shouldn't you?
He knows he's better than other men.
He's always known it deep down inside. Now he has proof.
He's so good, he's reaching something deep inside of you that no one even knew was there.
Overcoming your very nature.
Ros: Why don't you join us, My Lord?
Petyr Baelish: I'm saving myself for another.
Ros: What she doesn't know won't hurt her.
Petyr Baelish: A stupid saying.
What we don't know is usually what gets us killed.
Ros: She must be very beautiful.
Petyr Baelish: No, not really. Impeccable bloodlines though.
Ros: I do believe my lord's in love.
Petyr Baelish: For many years. Most of my life really.
Play with her ass.
And she loved me too. I was her little confidant, her plaything.
She could tell me anything, anything at all.
She told me about all the horses that she liked.
The castle she wanted to live in and the man that she wanted to marry.
A northerner with a jaw like an anvil.
So I challenged him to a duel. I mean, why not? I'd read all the stories.
The little hero always beats the big villain in all the stories.
In the end, she wouldn't even let him kill me.
"He's just a boy", she said. "Please don't hurt him".
So he gave me a nice little scar to remember him by, and off they went.
Ros: Is she still married to him?
Petyr Baelish: Oh no. He got himself killed before the wedding.
And she ended up with his brother, an even more impressive specimen.
She loves him, I'm afraid.
And why wouldn't she? I mean, who could compare to him? He's just so...good.
Do you know what I learned, losing that duel? I learned that I'll never win. Not that way.
That's their game, their rules. I'm not going to fight them.
I'm going to fuck them. That's what I know. That's what I am.
And only by admitting what we are can we get what we want.
Ros: And what do you want?
Petyr Baelish: Oh, everything, my dear. Everything there is.
Now wash yourselves. Both of you are working tonight.
Hmm.
While Ros and Ameca are both walking out, Littlefinger watches them leave.

Back at Winterfell, Osha is walking into a stable, carrying a bale of straw. While bending over and laying down the bale of sraw, Theon Grayjoy arrives.

Theon Greyjoy: You're a very lucky girl. Do you know that?
Where I come from, we don't show mercy to criminals.
Where I come from, if someone like you attacked a little lord, at low tide we'd lay you on your back on the beach, your hands and feet chained to four stakes. The sea would come in closer and closer.
You'd see death creeping toward you a few inches at a time.
Osha: Where is it you come from?
Theon Greyjoy: The Iron Islands.
Osha: They far away?
Theon Greyjoy: You've never heard of the Iron Islands?
Osha: Trust me, you've never heard where I'm from neither.
Theon Greyjoy: Trust me, My Lord. You're not living in the wilderness anymore.
In civilized lands, you refer to your betters by their proper titles.
Osha: And what's that?
Theon Greyjoy: Lord.
Osha: Why?
Theon Greyjoy: Why? What do you mean why? My father is Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands.
Osha: What's that got to do with you? If your father's lord, how can you be lord too?
Theon Greyjoy: I will be lord after my father.
Osha: So you're not lord now?
Theon Greyjoy: No, you...You having a go at me? Is that it?
Osha: I just don't understand how you Southerners do things.
Theon Greyjoy: I'm not a Southerner.
Osha: You're from South of the wall. That makes you a Southerner to me.
Theon Greyjoy: You're an impudent little wench, aren't you?
Osha: Couldn't say, My Lord. Don't know what "impunent" means.
Theon Greyjoy: Impudent. It means rude. Disrespectful.
Do you want to lose that chain?
Maester Luwin: Theon Greyjoy! The lady is our guest.
Theon Greyjoy: I thought she was our prisoner.
Maester Luwin: Are the two mutually exclusive in your experience?
Agitated as he is, Theon runs off.
Maester Luwin: Chances are I won't be nearby the next time that happens.
Osha: I'm used to worse than him.
Maester Luwin: I'm used to men who could chew that boy up and pick their teeth with his bones.
Maester Luwin: Why did you come here?
Osha: Didn't mean to come here. Meant to get much further South than this.
As far South as South goes, before the long night comes.
Maester Luwin: Why? What are you afraid of?
Osha: There's things that sleep in the day and hunt at night.
Maester Luwin: Owls and Shadowcats and...
Osha: I'm not talking about Owls and Shadowcats.
Maester Luwin: The "things" you speak of-- they've been gone for thousands of years.
Osha: They wasn't gone, old man. They was sleeping.
And they ain't sleeping no more.

Seeing the wall from above, we see Jon and Sam walking towards the edge.

Samwell Tarly: I miss girls.
Not even talking to them. I never talked to them.
Just looking at them, hearing them giggle.
Don't you miss girls?
Both Jon and Sam are looking down and see a galloping horse.
Riders.The horn. We have to blow the horn.
Jon Snow: Why is he alone?
Samwell Tarly: One blast for a Ranger returning, two for Wildlings, three for...
Jon Snow: There's no rider.
While the Wall's gate is being opened, the horse gallops inside the tunnel. Jon and Sam are rushing down, while the stable boy has caught the horse, bringing him towards Jon, Sam and Jeor Mormont.
Night Watch stable boy: Whoa, boy, whoa.
Jon Snow: That's my Uncle Benjen's horse.
Where's my Uncle?

Returning to Kings Landing, we see Ned and Tomard walking down a hallway. Renly running towards them calling...

Renly Baratheon: Ned! It's Robert.
We were hunting...a boar...
Surprised yet being shocked as he is, Ned walks towards Robert's chambers. Inside Robert's room, we see Cersei, Joffrey, Barristan Selmy and Maester Pycelle are all present. Robert speaks to joffrey, whom is sitting beside him.
Robert Baratheon: I should have spent more time with you, shown you how to be a man.
I was never meant to be a father.
Go on. You don't want to see this.
Joffrey walks out of the room.
Robert Baratheon: My fault. Too much wine, missed my thrust.
It stinks. It stinks like death. Don't think I can't smell it.
I paid the bastard back, Ned. I drove my knife right through his brain.
You ask them if I didn't. Ask them!
I want the funeral feast to be the biggest the Kingdoms ever saw.
And I want everyone to taste the boar that got me.
Now leave us, the lot of you. I need to talk to Ned.
Cersei Lannister: Robert, my sweet...
Robert Baratheon: Out, all of you!
On Robert's demand, everyone left except for Ned. As soon as the door shuts, Ned talks to Robert.
Ned Stark: You damned fool.
Robert Baratheon: Paper and ink on the table, write down what I say.
"In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, first of..." you know how it goes. Fill in the damn titles.
"I hereby command Eddard of House Stark" titles, titles.
"To serve as Lord Regent and Protector of the Realm upon my death.
To rule in my stead, until my son Joffrey comes of age".
Give it over.
Ned hands over the letter and quill. It is seen that Robert's signs the letter with his autograph.
Robert Baratheon: Give it to the council after I'm dead.
At least they'll say I did this right, this one thing.
You'll rule now. You'll hate it worse than I did, but you'll do it well.
The girl, Daenerys. You were right. Varys, Littlefinger, my brother. Worthless.
No one to tell me "no" but you.Only you.
Let her live. Stop it, if it's not too late.
Ned Stark: I will.
Robert Baratheon: And my son Help him, Ned. Make him better than me.
Ned Stark: I'll, I'll do everything I can to honor your memory.
Robert Baratheon: My memory.
King Robert Baratheon, murdered by a pig.
Give me something for the pain and let me die.
Ned walks out of Robert's chamber. Maester Pycelle, Renly, Varys and Barristan Selmy are waiting outside.
Ned Stark: Give him milk of the poppy.
Both Maester Pycelle as Renly re-enter Robert's chamber. Still outside a conversation occurs.
Barristan Selmy: He was reeling from the wine.
He commanded us to step aside, but I failed him.
Ned Stark: No man could have protected him from himself.
Lord Varys: I wonder, Ser Barristan, who gave the king this wine?
Barristan Selmy: His squire, from the king's own skin.
Ned Stark: His squire? The Lannister boy?
Lord Varys: Such a dutiful boy to make sure his Grace did not lack refreshment.
I do hope the poor lad does not blame himself.
Ned Stark: His Grace has had a change of heart concerning Daenerys Targaryen.
Whatever arrangements you made, unmake them. At once.
Lord Varys: I'm afraid those birds have flown.
The girl is likely dead already.
Ned walks off.

Entering Khal Drogo's tent, Daenerys is braiding Khal Drogo's hair. The conversation is spoken in the Dothraki language.

Khal Drogo: The stallion who mounts the world, has no need for iron chairs.
Daenerys Stormborn: According to the prophecy, the stallions will ride to the ends of the world.
Khal Drogo: The earth ends at the black salt sea. No horse can cross the poison water.
Daenerys Stormborn: The earth does not end at the sea, there are many dirts beyond the sea.
The dirt where I was born.
Khal Drogo: Not dirt. Lands.
Daenerys Stormborn: Lands, yes...
There are thousands of ships in the free cities. Wooden horses that fly across the sea.
Khal Drogo: Let's speak no more of wooden horses and iron chairs.
Daenerys Stormborn: It's not a chair. It's a... Throne
Khal Drogo: Throne?
Daenerys Stormborn: A chair for a King to sit upon, or a Queen.
Khal Drogo: A King does not need a chair to sit upon. He only needs a horse.
Khal Drogo kisses Daenerys and walks out of the tent.

A while later, at one of Vaes Dothrak's markets, Daenerys walks with Jorah Mormont.

Daenerys Stormborn: Can't you help me make him understand?
Jorah Mormont: The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons.
Have patience, Khaleesi. We will go home, I promise you.
Daenerys Stormborn: My brother was a fool, I know, but he was the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms.
Have I said something funny, Ser?
Jorah Mormont: Forgive me, Khaleesi, but your ancestor Aegon the Conqueror didn't seize six of the kingdoms because they were his right.
He had no right to them. He seized them because he could.
Daenerys Stormborn: And because he had dragons.
Jorah Mormont: Ah well, having a few dragons makes things easier.
Daenerys Stormborn: You don't believe it.
Jorah Mormont: Have you ever seen a dragon, Khaleesi? I believe what my eyes and ears report.
As for the rest It was 300 years ago. Who knows what really happened?
Now if you'll pardon me, I'll seek out the merchant Captain, see if he has any letters for me.
Well, I'll come with you.
Jorah Mormont: No no, don't trouble yourself. Enjoy the market. I'll rejoin you soon enough.
Jorah walks by a few merchants, while a little child is calling him.
Little Bird: Psst, Jorah the Andal.
The spider sends his greetings and his congratulations.
A royal pardon. You can go home now.
Jorah seems to have a change of heart. Meanwhile a merchant is heard from afar.
Wine Merchant: Virzetha gizikhven! Mra qora! Mra qora!
Sweet reds! I have sweet reds from Lys, Volantis and the Arbor!
Tyrosh pear brandy! Andalish sours! I have them! I have them!
Danaerys approaches the merchant
Wine Merchant: A taste for the Khaleesi? I have a sweet red from Dorne, my lady.
One taste and you'll name your first child after me.
Daenerys Stormborn: My son already has his name, but I'll try your summerwine.
Just a taste.
Wine Merchant: My Lady, you are from Westeros.
Doreah: You have the honor of addressing Daenerys of the House Targaryen.
Khaleesi of the riding men and princess of the Seven Kingdoms.
Wine Merchant: Princess.
Daenerys Stormborn: Rise. I'd still like to taste that wine.
Wine Merchant: That? Dornish swill.
Not worthy of a princess. I have a dry red from the Arbor. Nectar of the Gods.
Let me give you a cask. Uh... a gift.
Daenerys Stormborn: You honor me, Ser.
Wine Merchant: The honor...the honor is all mine.
Rakharo: Huh-uh, huh-uh.
Rakharo pulls the cask out of the merchants hands.
Wine Merchant: You know there are many in your homeland that pray for your return, princess.
Daenerys Stormborn: I hope to repay your kindness someday.
Jorah Mormont: Rakharo.
Rakharo: Huh.
Jorah Mormont: Put down that cask.
Daenerys Stormborn: Is something wrong?
Jorah Mormont: I have a thirst. Open it.
Wine Merchant: The wine is for the Khaleesi. It's not for the likes of you.
Jorah Mormont: Open it.
The wine merchant obeys and opens the cask.
Jorah Mormont: Pour.
Wine Merchant: It would be a crime to drink a wine this rich without at least giving it time to breathe.
Daenerys Stormborn: Do as he says.
Wine Merchant: As the princess commands.
The wine merchant poors the wine into a cup.
Wine Merchant: Sweet, isn't it? Can you smell the fruit, Ser? Taste it, My Lord.
Tell me that that is not the finest wine that has ever touched your tongue.
Jorah Mormont: You first.
Wine Merchant: Me? I'm afraid I am not worthy of the vintage.
Besides, it is a poor wine merchant who would drink up his own wares.
Daenerys Stormborn: You will drink.
The wine merchant takes Jorah's cup. Looks both Jorah and Daenerys innocently in their eyes, while making a toasting gesture.
As soon as his lips touches his cup, he drops it and tries to flee.
Doreah: Khaleesi! Stop him!
After a very short chase, Rakharo was able to capture the wine merchant, grabbing the merchants leg with his whip.
Jorah grabs Daenerys's arm.
Jorah Mormont: Come.

At the Wall we see Jeor Mormont speaking towards his brothers of the Night's Watch.

Jeor Mormont: You came to us as outlaws, poachers, rapers, killers, thieves.
You came alone, in chains, without friends nor honor.
You came to us rich and you came to us poor.
Some of you bear the names of proud houses, others only bastard names or no names at all.
It does not matter. All that, is in the past.
Here, on the wall, are all one house.
Tonight...
Samwel Tarly: You're allowed to look happy.
You're going to be a Ranger.
Isn't that what you always wanted?
Jon Snow: I want to find my Uncle.
I know he's alive out there. I know he is.
Samwell Tarly: I wish I could help you, but I'm no Ranger.
It's the steward's life for me.
Samwell Tarly: There's honor in being a steward.
Not much, really. But there's food.
Jeor Mormont: Here you begin anew.
A man of The Night's Watch lives his life for the realm.
Not for a king, or a lord, or the honor of this house or that house.
Not for gold nor glory nor a woman's love. But for the realm! And all the people in it.
You've all learned the words of the vow.
Think carefully before you say them.
The penalty for desertion, is death.
You can take your vows here tonight, at sunset.
Do any of you still keep the old Gods?
Jon Snow stands.
Jon Snow: I do, my lord.
Jeor Mormont: You'll want to take your vow before a heart tree as your Uncle did.
Jon Snow: Yes, my lord.
Jeor Mormont: You'll find a Weirwood a mile North of the Wall. And your old Gods too, maybe.
Samwell Tarly: my lord, might I go as well?
Jeor Mormont: Does house Tarly keep the old Gods?
Samwell Tarly: No, my lord.
I was named in the light of the Seven, as my father was and his father before him.
Alliser ThorneL Why would you forsake the Gods of your father and your house?
Samwell Tarly: The Night's Watch is my house now.
The Seven have never answered my prayers. Perhaps the old Gods will.
Jeor Mormont: As you wish, lad.
You've all been assigned an order, according to our needs and your strengths.
Halder to the builders.Pyp to the stewards.Toad to the builders.
Grenn to the Rangers.Samwell to the stewards.Matthar to the Rangers.
Dareon to the stewards.Balian to the Rangers.Rast to the Rangers.
Jon to the stewards.Rancer to the builders.Echiel to the builders.
Gordo to the stewards.Niko to the Rangers.Escan to the Rangers.
Vorkoy to the builders.Joby to the stables.Mink to the kitchens.
Allo to the builders.Nelugo to the Rangers.
May all the Gods preserve you.
Jaremy Rykker: Rangers with me.
Othell Yarwyck: Builders!
Everyone walks to their designated leader. Sam, Jon and Pyp walk towards Maester Aemon and await their tasks.
Maester Aemon: Samwell, you will assist me in the rookery and library.
Pyp, you will report to Bowen Marsh in the kitchens.
Luke, report to one-eyed Joe in the stables.
Dareon, we are sending you to Eastwatch.
Present yourself to Borcas when you arrive. Make no comment about his nose.
Jon Snow, Lord Commander Mormont has requested you for his personal steward.
Jon Snow: Will I serve the Lord Commander's meals and fetch hot water for his bath.
Maester Aemon: Certainly. And keep a fire burning in his chambers.
Change his sheets and blankets daily and do everything else the Lord Commander requires of you.
Jon Snow: Do you take me for a servant?
Maester Aemon: We took you for a man of The Night's Watch.
But perhaps we were wrong in that.
Jon Snow: May I go?
Maester Aemon: As you wish.
Jon walks away, while Sam and Pyp follow him.
Samwell Tarly: Jon, wait! Don't you see what they're doing?
Jon Snow: I see Ser Alliser's revenge, that's all.
He wanted it and he got it.
Stewards are nothing but maids! I'm a better swordsman and rider than any of you! It's not fair.
Pypar: Fair? I was singing for a high lord at Acorn Hall when he put his hand on my leg and he wanted to see my cock.
I pushed him away and he said he'd have my hands cut off for stealing their silver.
So now I'm here. At the end of the world with no one to sing for, but old men and little shits like you.
I'll never see my family again. I'll never be inside a woman again.
So don't tell me about fair.
Samwell Tarly: I thought you were caught stealing a wheel of cheese for your starving sister?
Pypar: You think I was gonna tell a bunch of strangers that a high lord tried to grab my cock?
Samwell Tarly: Could you sing me a song, Pyp? I'd like to hear a song.
Angrily Pyp walks off. Sam talks to Jon.
Samwell Tarly: Now listen to me. The old man is the Lord Commander of The Night's Watch.
You'll be with him day and night.
Yes, you'll clean his clothes.But you'll also take his letters, attend him at meetings, squire for him in battle.
You'll know everything, be part of everything. And he asked for you himself.
He wants to groom you for command.
Jon Snow: I just, I always wanted to be a Ranger.
Samwell Tarly: I always wanted to be a Wizard.
Jon laughs out loud.
What? No, I'm serious.
So you'll stay and say your words with me?

In Kings Landing we see Ned Stark walking with his guards, while Renly approaches.

Renly Baratheon: Lord Stark, a moment.
Alone if you will.

Renly Baratheon: He named you Protector of the Realm.
He did.
Renly Baratheon: She won't care.
Give me an hour and I can put a hundred swords at your command.
Ned Stark: And what should I do with a hundred swords?
Renly Baratheon: Strike! Tonight while the castle sleeps.
We must get Joffrey away from his mother and into our custody.
Protector of the Realm or no, he who holds the King holds the Kingdom.
Every moment you delay gives Cersei another moment to prepare.
By the time Robert dies, it will be too late for the both of us.
Ned Stark: What about Stannis?
Renly Baratheon: Saving the Seven Kingdoms from Cersei and delivering them to Stannis?
You have odd notions about protecting the realm.
Ned Stark: Stannis is your older brother.
Renly Baratheon: This isn't about the bloody line of succession.
That didn't matter when you rebelled against the Mad King. It shouldn't matter now.
What's best for the Kingdoms? What's best for the people we rule? We all know what Stannis is.
He inspires no love or loyalty. He's not a King. I am.
Ned Stark: Stannis is a commander. He's led men into war twice.
He destroyed the Greyjoy fleet.
Renly Baratheon: Yes, he's a good soldier. Everyone knows that. So was Robert.
Tell me something: Do you still believe good soldiers make good kings?
Ned Stark: I will not dishonor Robert's last hours by shedding blood in his halls and dragging frightened children from their beds.
Ned walks off to his chamber, while Renly is left behind agitated.

Entering Ned Starks chamber, we see him writing a letter to Stannis. Giving orders to Tomard.

Ned Stark: You will sail to dragonstone tonight.
You will place this in the hand of Stannis Baratheon.
Not his steward, not his Captain of the guard, and not his wife.
Only Stannis himself.
Tomard: Yes, My Lord.
Littlefinger enters the room
Ned Stark: Now leave us.
Tomard follows Ned's command and leaves his chamber. Littlefingers starts off the conversation.
Petyr Baelish: My Lord protector.
Ned Stark: The King has no true born sons.
Joffrey and Tommen are Jaime Lannister's bastards.
Petyr Baelish: So when the King dies...
Ned Stark: The throne passes to his brother Lord Stannis.
Petyr Baelish: So it would seem. Unless...
Ned Stark: There is no "unless".
He is the rightful heir. Nothing can change that.
Petyr Baelish: And he cannot take the throne without your help.
You would be wise to deny it to him and to make sure Joffrey succeeds.
Ned Stark: Do you have a shred of honor?
Petyr Baelish: You are now Hand of the King and Protector of the Realm.
All of the power is yours. You need only reach out and take it.
Make peace with the Lannisters. Release the Imp. Wed your daughter to Joffrey.
We have plenty of time to get rid of Stannis.
And if Joffrey seems likely to cause problems when he comes into his throne, we simply reveal his little secret and seat Lord Renly there instead.
Ned Stark: We?
Petyr Baelish: You'll need someone to share these burdens. I assure you, my price would be modest.
Ned Stark: What you suggest is treason.
Petyr Baelish: Only if we lose.
Ned Stark: Make peace with the Lannisters, you say. With the people who tried to murder my boy.
Petyr Baelish: We only make peace with our enemies, my Lord.
That's why it's called "making peace".
Ned Stark: No. I won't do it.
Petyr Baelish: So it will be Stannis and war?
Ned Stark: There is no other choice. He is the heir.
Petyr Baelish: So why did you call me here? Not for my wisdom, clearly.
Ned Stark: You promised Catelyn you would help me.
The Queen has a dozen knights and a hundred men-at-arms.
Enough to overwhelm what remains of my household guard. I need the gold cloaks.
The City Watch is 2,000 strong and sworn to defend the King's peace.
Petyr Baelish: Look at you. You know what you want me to do.
You know it has to be done, but it's not honorable so the words stick in your throat.
When the Queen proclaims one King and the Hand proclaims another, whose peace do the Gold Cloaks protect?
Who do they follow?
The man who pays them.

Back at the Wall, we see Jon, Sam and Ghost, walking with a few Night's Watch brothers, on their way to the Weirwood tree.
Upon arrival, they're taking their vows.

Both Jon and Sam: Hear my words and bear witness to my vow.
Night gathers and now my watch begins.
It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.
I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.
I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness.
I am the watcher on the walls.
I am the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to The Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
Othell Yarwyck: You knelt as boys.
Rise now as men of The Night's Watch.
Fellow Night's Watch brothers: Well done. Well done.
Ghost suddenly appears and is holding onto something.
Samwell Tarly: What's he got there?
Jon SnowL To me, Ghost. Bring it here.
It appeared that Ghost was holding a frozen hand.
Samwell Tarly: Gods be good!

Returning to a tent in Vaes Dothrak, both Daenarys and Jorah are having a conversation, while walking past the captured wine merchant.

Daenerys Stormborn: What will they do to him?
When the Khalasar rides, he'll be leashed to a saddle, forced to run behind the horses for as long as he can.
Daenerys Stormborn: And when he falls?
I saw a man last nine miles once.
Daenerys Stormborn: King Robert still wants me dead.
This poisoner was the first. He won't be the last.
Daenerys Stormborn: I thought he'd leave me alone, now that my brother is gone.
He will never leave you alone.
If you ride to darkest Asshai, his assassins will follow you.
If you sailed all the way to the Basilisk Isles, his spies would tell him.
He will never abandon the hunt.
You're a Targaryen. The last Targaryen.
Your son will have Targaryen blood with 40,000 riders behind him.
Daenerys Stormborn: He will not have my son.
He will not have you either, Khaleesi.
Khal Drogo enters the tent with a couple of his men. After staring at the scared merchant, he walks towards Daenarys
Khal Drogo: Moon of my life. Are you hurt?
Daenarys gently shakes her head in disapproval. Khal Drogo kisses Daenarys's forehead and talks to Jorah.
Khal Drogo: Jorah the Andal, I heard what you did.
Choose any horse you wish, it is yours.I make this gift to you.
And to my son, the stallion who will mount the world. I will also pledge a gift.
I will give him the iron chair, that his mother's father sat upon.
I will give him Seven Kingdoms. I Drogo, will do this.
I will take my Khalasar west to where the world ends and ride wooden horses across the black salt water as no Khal has done before.
I will kill the men in iron suits and tear down their stone houses.
I will rape their women, take their children as slaves and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak.
This, I vow. I, Drogo, son of Bharbo. I swear before the Mother of Mountains as the stars look down in witness!
As the stars look down in witness!
The Khalasar is moving out of Vaes Dothrak, riding underneath the Horse Gate.
Just as Jorah predicted, the wine merchant is leashed to one of the horses saddles, covered with dirt, struggling to move on.

In Kings Landing Ned stark walks with his men, while being called by a messenger.

Messenger: Lord Stark!
Varly: Stop!
Ned Stark: No, all right.
It's all right. Let him through.
Messenger: Lord Stark, King Joffrey and the Queen Regent request your presence in the Throne Room.
Ned Stark: King Joffrey?
Messenger: King Robert is gone.
The Gods give him rest.
Ned seems petrified by the news. Shortly after, Ned arrives close-by the Throne room, where Littlefinger, Varys and a few Stark men await him.
Petyr Baelish: All is accomplished. The City Watch is yours.
Ned Stark: Good. Is Lord Renly joining us?
Lord Varys: I fear Lord Renly has left the city.
He rode through the old gate an hour before dawn with Ser Loras Tyrell and some 50 retainers.
Last seen galloping South in some haste.
When moving on, affront of the Throne room, Janos Slynt and the Gold Cloaks await Ned.
Janos Slynt: We stand behind you, Lord Stark.

Messenger: All hail his Grace, Joffrey of Houses Baratheon and Lannister, the first of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
King Joffrey: I command the council to make all necessary arrangements for my coronation.
I wish to be crowned within the fortnight.
Today I shall accept oaths of fealty from my loyal councilors.
Ned Stark: Ser Barristan, I believe no man here could ever question your honor.
Barristan Selmy: King Robert's seal. Unbroken.
"Lord Eddard Stark is herein named Protector of the Realm, to rule as Regent until the heir come of age".
Cersei Lannister: May I see that letter, Ser Barristan?
Protector of the realm. Is this meant to be your shield, Lord Stark? A piece of paper?
Cersei shreds Robert's letter to pieces
Barristan Selmy: Those were the King's words.
Cersei Lannister: We have a new King now.
Lord Eddard, when we last spoke you offered me some counsel.
Allow me to return the courtesy. Bend the knee, My Lord.
Bend the knee and swear loyalty to my son and we shall allow you to live out your days in the gray waste you call home.
Your son has no claim to the throne.
King Joffrey: Liar!
Cersei Lannister: You condemn yourself with your own mouth, Lord Stark.
Ser Barristan, seize this traitor.
Ned Stark: Ser Barristan is a good man, a loyal man. Do him no harm.
Cersei Lannister: You think he stands alone?
Cregor Clegane draws his sword.
King Joffrey: Kill him! Kill all of them, I command it!
Ned Stark: Commander! Take the Queen and her children into custody.
Escort them back to the royal apartments and keep them there, under guard.
Janos Slynt: Men of the Watch!
The Gold Cloaks draw their swords.
Ned Stark: I want no bloodshed.
Tell your men to lay down their swords. No one needs to die.
Petyr Baelish: Now!
Suddenly, the Gold Cloaks switch sides and attack the Stark men. Littlefinger sneaks up to Ned Stark.
He grabs him from behind, then holds a dagger to his throat, saying...
Petyr Baelish: I did warn you not to trust me.

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Opens at King’s Landing, assumed to be Ned’s quarters. He opens his eyes to find Cersei and King Robert at his bedside.

Eddard Stark: Your pardon, your Grace.
Cersei Baratheon: Do you know what your wife has done?
Eddard Stark: She did nothing I did not command.
Robert Baratheon: Who’d have thought she had it in her?
Cersei Baratheon: By what right dare you lay hands on my blood?
Eddard Stark: I am the King’s Hand -
Cersei Baratheon: You were the King’s Hand!
Eddard Stark: - trying to keep the peace -
Cersei Baratheon: You shall now be held accountable.
Robert Baratheon: Oh, will both of you shut your mouths? Catelyn will release Tyrion and you’ll make your peace with Jaime.
Eddard Stark: He butchered my men.
Cersei Baratheon: Lord Stark was returning drunk from a brothel when his men attacked Jaime.
Robert Baratheon: Quiet, woman.
Eddard Stark: Jaime has fled the city. Give me leave to bring him back to justice.
Cersei Baratheon: I took you for a king.
Robert Baratheon: Hold your tongue.
Cersei Baratheon: He’s attacked my brother and abducted the other. I should wear the armor and you the gown.

Robert smacks Cersei.

Cersei Baratheon: I shall wear this like a badge of honor.
Robert Baratheon: Wear it in silence or I’ll honor you again.

Cersei exits the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Robert Baratheon: See what she does to me? My loving wife. I should not have hit her. That was not… That was not kingly.
Eddard Stark: If we don’t act… there will be a war.
Robert Baratheon: So tell your wife to return that little shit of an Imp to King’s Landing. She’s had her fun, now put an end to it. You hear me? Send a raven and put an end to it.
Eddard Stark: And what about Jaime Lannister? What about Jaime?
Robert Baratheon: I’m half a kingdom in debt to his bloody father. I don’t know what happened between you and those yellow-haired shits. I don’t want to know. This is what matters - I can’t rule the kingdoms if the Starks and the Lannisters are at each other’s throats, so enough!
Eddard Stark: As you command your Grace. With your leave, I will return to Winterfell and set matters straight.
Robert Baratheon: Piss on that! Send a raven. I want you to stay. I’m the king, I get what I want… I never loved my brothers. A sad thing for a man to admit, but it’s true. You were the brother I chose. We’ll talk when I return from the hunt.

Robert throws the Hand of the King’s badge onto the bed where Ned is laying.

Eddard Stark: The hunt?
Robert Baratheon: Killing things clears my head. You’ll have to sit on the throne while I’m away. You’ll hate it more than I do.
Eddard Stark: The Targaryen girl -
Robert Baratheon: Seven hells! Don’t start with her again! The girl will die and I’ll hear no more of it. Put on the badge. And if you ever take it off again, I swear to the mother I’ll pin the damn thing on Jaime Lannister.

Robert exits the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Ned picks up the badge and looks at it.

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Back at Vaes Dothrak across the sea, Daenerys is holding one of her prized dragon eggs. She looks up at a pot of coals inside of her tent. She walks over and places the egg into the coals. Irri walks into the tent.

Irri: Khaleesi?

Daenerys picks up the egg from the coals.

Irri: Oh, Khaleesi!

Irri takes the egg from her hands, dropping it instantly because of the heat. She looks at Daenerys’ hands and there are no burn marks. The two compare hands, Irri’s have burn marks.

Daenerys Targaryen: You’re hurt.

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A raven caws. Bran is shooting his bow in the courtyard. The raven flies to the crypts of Winterfell, Bran follows. As he enters, again making eye contact with the bird. The raven flies deeper into the crypts. We then see Bran sleeping in his bed, showing that this was another vision, we hear footsteps running towards his door. His door swings opens and Bran sits up in bed breathing heavily. Hodor is carrying the contraption that Tyrion brought the blueprints for. Bran smiles. We then cut to the woods of Winterfell where Bran is shouting as he’s riding on the back of a horse.

Robb Stark: Not too fast.
Bran Stark: Come on, Dancer. (to his horse)
Theon Greyjoy: When are you gonna tell him?
Robb Stark: Not now.
Theon Greyjoy: Blood for blood. You need to make the Lannisters to pay for Jory and the others.
Robb Stark: You’re talking about war.
Theon Greyjoy: I’m talking about justice.
Robb Stark: Only the Lord of Winterfell can call in the bannermen and raise an army.
Theon Greyjoy: A Lannister put his spear through your father’s leg. The Kingslayer rides to Casterly Rock where no one can touch -
Robb Stark:You want me to march on Casterly Rock?!
Theon Greyjoy: You’re not a boy anymore. They attacked your father. They’ve already started the war. It’s your duty to represent your House when your father can’t.
Robb Stark: And it’s not your duty, because it’s not your House.

It goes silent, Bran can no longer be heard jeering at his horse. Robb looks at Theon and stands up looking through the woods.

Robb Stark: Where’s Bran?
Theon Greyjoy: I don’t know. It’s not my House.

Theon stands up and walks away from Robb, who begins to look around. We cut to Bran riding slowly through the woods. We see someone creeping up behind him as his horse is nickering. As Bran enters a clearing, several Wildlings surround him.

Bran Stark: Robb?
Osha: All alone in the deep dark woods.
Bran Stark: I’m not alone, my brother is with me.
Wildling: I don’t see him. Got him hidden under your cloak?
Osha: Oh, that’s a pretty pin. Silver.
Wildling: We’ll take the pin. And the horse. Get down… Be quick about it.
Bran Stark: I can’t. The saddle, the straps.
Wildling: What’s wrong with you? You some kind of cripple?
Bran Stark: I’m Brandon Stark of Winterfell and if you don’t let me be, I’ll have you all killed!
Wildling 2: Cut his little cock off and stuff it in his mouth.
Osha: the boy’s worth nothing dead. Benjen Stark’s own blood. Think what Mance would give us.

A Wildling is cutting Bran’s straps to his saddle, accidentally slicing into Bran’s leg but he feels no pain.

Wildling: Piss on Mancerayder and piss on the North. We’re going as far south as south goes. There ain’tno white walkers down in Dorne.

Robb comes into view, behind the four Wildlings.

Robb Stark: Drop the knife. Let him go and I’ll let you live.

One of the Wildlings storms at Robb who evades an axe attack. Robb counters, slicing the Wildling’s throat. Osha charges Robb who tosses her spins her around by her hair. He fights off and kills the other Wildling. The Wilding in charge has Bran off of his horse with a knife at his throat, meanwhile Robb has Osha (female Wildling) and a knife to her throat.

Bran Stark: Robb!
Wildling: Shut up! Drop the blade!
Bran Stark: No, don’t.
Wildling: Do it.

Robb looks at Bran and then back up at the Wildling. He then slowly sets his sword on the ground, still gripping Osha by her hair. He looks back up at the Wildling who suddenly gets an arrow through his chest from his back. As he drops to the ground bleeding, we see Theona few yards behind him with a bow. The Wildling falls dead, Theon approaches. Robb releases Osha from his grasp as Theon walks over drawing his bow on her. Robb moves over to Bran.

Robb Stark: Are you all right?
Bran Stark: Yes, it doesn’t hurt.
Theon Greyjoy: Tough little lad. In the Iron Islands, you’re not a man until you’ve killed your first enemy. Well done.
Robb Stark: Have you lost your mind? What if you’d missed?
Theon Greyjoy: He would have killed you and cut Bran’s throat.
Robb Stark: You don’t have the right -
Theon Greyjoy: To what, to save your brother’s life? It was the only thing to do, so I did it.
Robb Stark: What about her?
Osha: Give me my life, my lord, and I’m yours.
Robb Stark: We’ll keep her alive.

Osha gives a sigh of release, Theon releases his bow and Robb, holding Bran, assures that he’s okay.

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Now at the Eyrie, Tyrion is sleeping and rolls to his side at the very edge of his skycell. He awakes, quickly moving back to the wall. He steps over to the door to his cell and begins pounding on it.

Tyrion Lannister: Mord! Turnkey! Mord! Mord!

The door swings open and Mord rushes in, batting Tyrion to the opposite side of the cell.

Mord: Dwarf man making noise!
Tyrion Lannister: How would you like to be rich?
Mord: Dwarf man still making noise.
Tyrion Lannister: My family is rich. We have gold, lots of gold. I’m prepared to give you lots of gold.

Mord quickly searches Tyrion’s pockets for gold.

Mord: No gold!
Tyrion Lannister: Well, I don’t have it here.
Mord: No gold! Fuck off.

Mord hits Tyrion once more with his club then storms out of the cell, shutting the door behind him.

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Now in a hall at King’s Landing. We see Syrio shutting a door and holding two wooden swords. He slowly steps down towards Arya and tosses her one of the swords, she seamlessly catches it as he takes his fighting stance.

Arya Stark: I don’t want to practice today.
SyrioForel: No?
Arya Stark: They killed Jory. My father is hurt. I don’t care about stupid wooden swords.
SyrioForel: You are troubled.
Arya Stark: Yes -
SyrioForel: Good! Trouble is the perfect time for training. When you are dancing in the meadow with your dolls and kittens, this is not when fighting happens.
Arya Stark: I don’t like dolls and k -
SyrioForel: You’re not here. You’re with your trouble. If you’re with your trouble when fighting happens…

Arya makes a move for Syrio, who quickly counters and puts her on her back.

SyrioForel: … More trouble for you. Just so… How can you be quick as a snake, or as quiet as a shadow, when you are somewhere else? You are fearing for your father, hmm? That is right. Do you pray to the gods?
SyrioForel: The old and the new.
SyrioForel: There is only one god. And his name is death. And there is only one thing we say to death - “Not today.”

Syrio steps back and tosses Arya her sword back, she catches it and assumes the counter position.

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Back across the sea in Vaes Dothrak, we’re inside a large communal tent. Daenerys is centered around everyone and eating the heart of a horse a the Dothraki and a priest chant around her. Her husband Khal Drogo looks on in anticipation as she continues eating.

Viserys Targaryen: She has to eat a whole heart? I hope that wasn’t my horse.
Jorah Mormont: She’s doing well.
Viserys Targaryen: She’ll never keep it down.

She keeps eating the heart, nearing the end. The Dothraki onlookers all chant in unison, getting louder and louder. The priestess is also chanting, louder and louder. Khal Drogo stares more intently at his wife, she stares back. The chanting grows louder, as does the priestess.

Viserys Targaryen: Tell me what she is saying.
Jorah Mormont: “The prince is riding. I have heard the thunder of the hooves. Swift as the wind he rides. His enemies will cower before him… and their wives will weep tears of blood.”

The eating and chantines intensifies as Viserys looks on in shock.

Jorah Mormont: She’s going to have a boy.
Viserys Targaryen: He won’t be a real Targaryen. He won’t be a true dragon.

As the chanting is at it’s loudest, Daenerys has finished with the heart. Everyone looks on in anticipations, she wretches forward, on the verge of puking. The chanting suddenly halts. Khal Drogo leans in and looks intensly. Daenerys holds everything in and sobs. Her hands bloody, she slowly sits up, keeping everything in as she gulps the final bite. The priestess begins to speak, Jorah translates directly for Viserys.

Jora: “The stallion who mounts the world.” The stallion, is the khal of khals. He shall unite the people into a single khalasar. All the people of the world will be his herd.

Daenerys rises to her feet, speaking in Dothraki to the room.

Daenerys Targaryen: A prince rides inside me! And he shall be called Rhaego!

The room begins chanting, “Rhaego! Rhaego!” As the chanting grows louder and louder, Drogo stands up and walks up to Daenerys.

Viserys Targaryen: They love her.

The room’s chanting gets even louder. Drogo hugs his wife at her thighs and hoists her up, carrying her around the room.

Jorah Mormont: She truly is a queen today.

Jorah looks to his right towards Viserys, who has now slipped out. We cut to Daenerys’ tent. Inside, Viserys opens the container that holds her dragon eggs. He sighs and then puts them into a sack. Jorah walks into the tent behind him, blocking the door.

Jorah Mormont: Don’t let them see you carrying a sword in Vaes Dothrak. You know the law.
Viserys Targaryen: It’s not my law.
Jorah Mormont: They don’t belong to you.
Viserys Targaryen: Whatever is hers is also mine.
Jorah Mormont: Once, perhaps.
Viserys Targaryen: If I sell one egg, I’ll have enough to buy a ship. Two eggs - a ship and an army.
Jorah Mormont: And you have all three.
Viserys Targaryen: I need a large army… I’m the last hope of a dynasty, Mormont. The greatest dynasty this world has ever seen, on my shoulders since I was five years old and no one has ever given me what they gave to her in that tent. Never. Not a piece of it… How can I carry what I need to carry without it? Hmm? Who can rule without wealth, or fear, or love? Oh, you stand there, all nobility and honor. You don’t think I see you looking at my little sister, hmm? Don’t think I know what you want? I don’t care. You can have her. She can be queen of the savages and dine on the finest bloody horseparts, and you can dine on whichever parts of her you like. But let me go.
Jorah Mormont: You can go, but you can’t have the eggs.
Viserys Targaryen: You swore an oath to me. Does loyalty mean nothing to you?
Jorah Mormont: It means everything to me.
Viserys Targaryen: And yet here you stand?
Jorah Mormont: And here I stand.

Viserys and Jorah stare at each other for a moment, before Viserys drops the sack containing the dragon eggs to the floor. Jorah steps aside, unblocking the exit. Viserys leaves.

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Back at the skycell below the Eyrie. Tyrion is again shouting for Mord.

Tyrion Lannister: Mord! Mord! Mord! Mord! Mord!
Mord: Noise again!
Tyrion Lannister: About the gold -
Mord: No gold!
Tyrion Lannister: Listen to me! Listen to me! Sometimes possession… is an abstract concept. When they captured me they took my purse, but the gold is still mine.
Mord: Where?
Tyrion Lannister: Where? I don’t know where, but when they free me -
Mord: You want free? Go be free. (points out of the skycell)
Tyrion Lannister: Have you ever heard the phrase “Rich as a Lannister”? Of course you have. You’re a smart man. You know who the Lannisters are. I am a Lannister. Tyrion, son of Tywin! And of course, you have also heard the phrase, “a Lannister always pays his debts.” If you deliver a message from me to Lady Arryn, I will be in your debt. I will owe you gold. If you deliver the message and I live, which I very much intend to do.
Mord: What message?
Tyrion Lannister: Tell her I wish to confess my crimes.

We cut to the throne room, where Lady Arryn and her son Robin are sitting on the throne, at the helm of the room. Catelyn is standing next to them, as Robin is tapping a knife against the throne itself very annoyingly.

Lysa Arryn: You wish to confess your crimes?
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, my lady. I do, my lady.
Lysa Arryn: Skycells always break them. Speak, Imp. Meet your gods as an honest man.
Tyrion Lannister: Where do I begin, my lords and ladies? I’m a vile man, I confess it. My crimes and sins are beyond counting. I have lied and cheated, gambled and whored. I’m not particularly good at violence, but I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. You want specifics, I suppose. When I was seven, I saw a servant girl bathing in the river. I stole her robe. She was forced to return to the castle, naked and in tears. I close my eyes, I can still see her tits bouncing. When I was ten, I stuffed my uncle’s boots with goatshit. When confronted with my crime, I blamed a squire. Poor boy was flogged and… I escaped justice. When I was twelve, I milked my eel into a pot of turtle stew. I flogged the one-eyed snake. I skinned my sausage. I made the bald man cry into the turtle stew, which I do believe my sister ate. At least I hope she did. I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel -
Lysa Arryn: Silence!
Robin Arryn:What happened next?!
Lysa Arryn: What do you think you’re doing?
Tyrion Lannister: Confessing my crimes.
Catelyn Stark: Lord Tyrion, you are accused of hiring a man to slay my son Bran in his bed, and of conspiring to murder my sister’s husband; Lord Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, I’m very sorry. I don’t know anything about all that.
Lysa Arryn: You’ve had your little joke. I trust you enjoyed it. Mord, take him back to the dungeon. But this time find a smaller cell, with a steeper floor.
Tyrion Lannister: Is this how justice is done in the Vale? you accuse me of crimes, I deny them, so you throw me in a cell to freeze and starve? Where is the King’s Justice? I’m accused and demand a trial.
Lysa Arryn: If you’re tried and found guilty, then by the king’s own laws you will pay with your life.
Tyrion Lannister: I understand the law.
Lysa Arryn: We have no executioner in the Eyrie. Life is more elegant here. Open the Moon Door.

Several men begin unwinding a giant crank on one side of the room. In between Tyrion and the raised throne is what looks like a well. The well’s floor begins to open and wind comes howling through. Robin begins giggling and rapidly clapping his hands. Tyrion looks down and sees that it’s a great distance through this Moon Door to the ground, he would inevitably die if he had to go out this “door”.

Lysa Arryn: You want a trial, my Lord Lannister. Very well. My son will listen to whatever you have to say, and you will hear his judgement. Then you will leave, by one door or the other.
Tyrion Lannister: No need to bother Lord Robin. I demand a trial by combat.

Subdued laughter fills the room, Catelyn and Lysa exchange looks.

Lysa Arryn: You have that right.
Knight 1: My lady, I beg the honor. Let me be your champion.
Knight 2: The honor should be mine. For the love I bore your lord husband let me avenge his death.
Knight 3: I’ll fight for you, my Lady.
Knight 4: It’ll be my honor.
Knight 5: The honor should be mine.
Robin Arryn: Make the bad man fly!
Lysa Arryn: SerVardis… You’re quiet. Did you want to avenge my husband?
SerVardis: With all my heart, my Lady. But the Imp is half my size. It would be shameful to slaughter such a man and call it justice.
Tyrion Lannister: Agreed.
Lysa Arryn: You demanded a trial by combat.
Tyrion Lannister: Now I demand a champion. I have that right, same as you.
SerVardis: My Lady, I would gladly fight the Imp’s champion for you.
Tyrion Lannister: I wouldn’t be too glad, ser. I name my brother, Jaime Lannister.

The room shudders.

Lysa Arryn: The Kingslayer is hundreds of miles from here.
Tyrion Lannister: Send a raven for him, I’m happy to wait.
Lysa Arryn: The trial will be today.
Tyrion Lannister: Do I have a volunteer?

Again, the majority of the room laughs quietly.

Tyrion Lannister: Anyone?...Anyone?
Lysa Arryn: I think that we can assume that no one is willing -
Bronn: I’ll stand for the dwarf.

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In the woods, outside of King’s Landing.

Lancel Lannister: More wine, your Grace?
Robert Baratheon: Oh, what was I saying?
Renly Baratheon: A simpler time.
Robert Baratheon: It was! It was. You’re too young to remember. Wasn’t it, Selmy?
Barriston: It was, your Grace.
Robert Baratheon: The enemy was right there in the open, vicious as you like, all but sending you a bloody invitation. Nothing like today.
Renly Baratheon: Sounds exhilarating.
Robert Baratheon: Exhilarating, yes. Not as exhilarating as those balls and masquerades you like to throw. (laughs) You ever fucked a Riverlands girl?
Renly Baratheon: Once, I think.
Robert Baratheon: You think? I think you’d remember. Back in our day, you weren’t a real man until you fucked a girl from each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. We called it “making the eight.”
Renly Baratheon: Those were some lucky girls.
Robert Baratheon: You ever make the eight, Barristan?
Barristan Selmy: I don’t believe so, your Grace.
Robert Baratheon: (laughs) Those were the days!
Renly Baratheon: What days were those? The ones where half of Westeros fought the other half and millions died? Or before that, when the Mad King slaughtered women and babies because the voices in his head told him they deserved it? Or way before that when dragons burned whole cities to the ground?
Robert Baratheon: Easy, boy. You might be my brother, but you’re speaking to the King.
Renly Baratheon: I suppose it was all rather heroic. If you were drunk enough and had some poor Riverlands whore to shove your price inside and “make the eight.”
Lancel Lannister: More wine, your Grace?

Renly walks off in the opposite direction of the group. Robert takes a large swig off of the wine and quickly continue walking.

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In the throne room of King’s Landing. Ned sits upon the throne as a fill in for Robert, as he is Hand of the King. Baelish is at his right and Grand MaesterPycelle to his left. The room is filled with people.

Man: They burned most everything in the Riverlands, our fields, our granaries, our homes. They took our women and then they took ‘em again. When they was done, they butchered them as if they was animals. They covered our children in pitch and lit them on fire.
Grand MaesterPycelle: Brigands, most likely.
Man: They weren’t thieves, they didn’t steal nothing. They even left something behind, your Grace.
Grand MaesterPycelle: It’s the King’s Hand you’re addressing, not the king. The king is hunting.

A second man walks forward and empties a sack out onto the floor. It’s a pile of fish.

Petyr Baelish: Fish. The sigil of House Tully. (whispers to Ned) Isn’t that your wife’s House - Tully - my Lord Hand?
Eddard Stark: These men, were they flying a sigil? … A banner.
Man: None, your… Hand. The one who was leading them… Taller by a foot than any man I’ve ever met, saw him cut the blacksmith, saw him take the head off a horse with a single swing of his sword.
Petyr Baelish: (whisper) That sounds like someone we know. The Mountain.
Eddard Stark: You’re describing SerGregor Clegane.
Grand MaesterPycelle: Why should SerGregor turn brigand? The man is an anointed knight.
Petyr Baelish: I’ve heard him called “Tywin Lannister’s mad dog.” I’m sure you have as well. (whispering to Ned) Can you think of any reason the Lannisters might possibly have for being angry with your wife?
Grand MaesterPycelle: If the Lannisters were to order attacks on villages under the king’s protection, it would be -
Petyr Baelish: It would be almost abrasion as attacking the Hand of the King in the streets of the capital.
Grand MaesterPycelle: Wel…
Eddard Stark: I cannot give you back your homes or restore your debt of life. But perhaps I can give you justice in the name of our king, Robert. Lord BericDondarrion.

BericDondarrion steps from the back of the room forward.

Eddard Stark: You shall have the command. Assemble 100 men and ride to SerGregor’s keep.
BericDondarrion: As you command.

Ned stands up with the assistance of a cane. He steps forward.

Eddard Stark: In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I charge you to bring the king’s justice to the false knight Gregor Clegane and all those who shared in his crimes. I denounce him and attaint him. I strip him of all ranks and titles of all lands and holdings, and sentence him to death.
Grand MaesterPycelle: My lord… This… This is a drastic action. It would be better to wait for King Robert’s return.
Eddard Stark: Grand MaesterPycelle.
Grand MaesterPycelle: My Lord.
Eddard Stark: Send a raven to Casterly Rock. Inform Tywin Lannister that he has been summoned to court to answer for the crimes of his bannermen. He will arrive within the fortnight, or be branded an enemy of the crown and a traitor to the realm.

The men all bow their heads in acknowledgement. Ned steps down from the throne, Baelish follows him, speaking only to Ned.

Petyr Baelish: A bold move, my Lord, and admirable. But is it wise to yank the lion’s tail? Tywin Lannister is the richest man in all the Seven Kingdoms. Gold wins wars, not soldiers.
Eddard Stark: Then how come Robert is king and not Tywin Lannister?

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Back at the Eyrie throne room in the Vale. The men again crank and the Moon Door is opened. SerVardis prepares himself with a sword, shield and full body of armor. Bronn refuses a shield and is only wearing leather clothes. Robin Arryn screams “fight” and the two men move forward. Multiple times Vardis swings forward and multiple times Bronn casually steps to the side, causing Vardis to waste his energy. Bronn moves backwards as Vardis continues to swing away, eventually up a staircase. Bronn hops over the staircase railing, again avoiding Vardis’ attacks. Lysa screams “Stand and fight, coward!” Bronn kicks over a candle stand in front of Vardis. Vardis steps over it and is again on the offensive, moving Bronn towards the center of the room, close to the now opened Moon Door. The men hold one another off directly in front of the door, Vardis appearing to have the edge. Robin is giggling as Tyrion looks worried. Bronn muscles Vardis’ blade away from him and steps to the side. Vardis yet again goes excessively offensive and swings for the fences and Bronn keeps stepping away. Vardis moves Bronn again to the middle of the room, as he swings for Bronn’s head, Bronn ducks and stabs Vardis in the belly. The room is in disbelief. Vardis moves forward, muscling through the pain. Bronn side-steps him a few more times and slices through his back. Vardis swings once more, but Bronn shoves his body towards the Moon Door. Bronn is in complete control as Vardis is defenseless against the door. Bronn looks up at Lysa and Robin who have blank faces - faces of shock - so he thrusts his sword into Vardis’ neck, killing him, and pushing him out of the Moon Door.

Robin Arryn: Is it over?
Lysa Arryn: You don’t fight with honor!
Bronn: No. He did.

Tyrion turns to Mord who uncuffs him.

Robin Arryn: Can I make the little man fly now?
Tyrion Lannister: Not this little man. This little man is going home. I believe you have something of mine.

Rodrik Cassel tosses Tyrion his purse. Tyrion bows before Catelyn, begins walking out, Bronn following. He tosses Mord the purse full of coins.

Tyrion Lannister: A Lannister always pays his debts.

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At King’s Landing, Sansa Stark and Septa Mordane, both sowing.

Mordane: You wear your hair like a real southern lady now.
Sansa Stark: Well, why shouldn’t I? We’re in the south.
Mordane: It’s important to remember where you come from. I’m not sure your mother would like these new styles.
Sansa Stark: My mother isn’t from the North.
Mordane: I’m aware of that.
Sansa Stark: Why do you care? Do you even have hair under there?
Mordane: Yes. I have hair.
Sansa Stark: I’ve never seen it.
Mordane: Would you like to?
Sansa Stark: No. Where are you from anyway, the north or the south?
Mordane: I come from a very small village in -
Sansa Stark: Oh, wait. I just realized… I don’t care.
Mordane: Sansa -
Sansa Stark: Septa.
Mordane: Now you are being rude.

A door can be heard closing. Prince Joffrey walks in. Sansa’s eyes light up as both women stand up.

Mordane: My prince.
Sansa Stark: My prince.
Joffrey Baratheon: My lady. I fear I have behaved monstrously the past few weeks. With your permission?

Joffrey offers Sansa a necklace. She turns around, for him to put it on her, as acceptance.

Sansa Stark: It’s beautiful. Like the one your mother wears.
Joffrey Baratheon: You’ll be queen one day, it’s only fitting that you should look the part. Will you forgive me for my rudeness?
Sansa Stark: There’s nothing to forgive.
Joffrey Baratheon: You’re my lady. One day we’ll be married in the throne room. Lords and ladies from all over the Seven Kingdoms will come, from the last hearth in the North, to the salt shore of the south. And you will be queen over all of them. I’ll never disrespect you again. I’ll never be cruel to you again. Do you understand me? You’re my lady now, from this day, until my last day.

The two share their first kiss.

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In the woods outside of Winterfell, Theon is riding his horse, alone. He comes to a road and sees a carriage leaving, Ros on the back of it riding south.

Theon Greyjoy: Stop! Stop! What are you doing?!
Ros: Going to King’s Landing.
Theon Greyjoy: In a turnip cart?
Ros: I’ll find a ship heading south in White Harbor.
Theon Greyjoy: And you can afford that?
Ros: Some of my friends are more generous than others.
Theon Greyjoy: There’s a thousand girls like you in King’s Landing.
Ros: I’ll have lots of company…
Theon Greyjoy: Yes, you’ll be very popular until some fat lord comes to visit with a big belly and a little prick and he can’t get it up so he knocks all your teeth out.
Ros: (laughs) And what will happen to me if I stay here? Will I become Lady Greyjoy, Mistress of the Iron Islands?
Theon Greyjoy: Don’t be a fool.
Ros: I hear Jaime Lannister attacked Lord Stark in the streets of King’s Landing. Every man for a hundred mules will be marching off to war soon and most of them will never come back, there’s nothing more for me here. Let’s go, Steffon.
Theon Greyjoy: Let me see it one more time?
Ros: See what?

The carriage is driving away from Theon, he scrambles and flips Ros a coin. She catches it and lifts up her dress one final time for Theon, while laughing.

Theon Greyjoy: I’m going to miss you!
Ros: I know.

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At King’s Landing in Ned’s quarters. Arya and Sansa await as their father limps forward, using his cane for assistance.

Eddard Stark: I’m sending you both back to Winterfell.
Sansa Stark: What?!
Eddard Stark: Listen -
Sansa Stark: What about Joffrey?
Arya Stark: Are you dying because of your leg? Is that why you’re sending us home?
Eddard Stark: What? No.
Sansa Stark: Please, Father. Please don’t.
Arya Stark: You can’t. I’ve got my lessons with Syrio. I’m finally getting good.
Eddard Stark: This isn’t a punishment. I want you back in Winterfell for your own safety.
Arya Stark: Can’t we take Syrio back with us?
Sansa Stark: Who cares about your stupid dancing teacher? I can’t go. I’m supposed to marry Prince Joffrey. I love him and I’m meant to be his queen and have his babies.
Arya Stark: Seven hells.
Eddard Stark: When you’re old enough, I’ll make you a match with someone who’s worthy of you, someone who’s brave and gentle and strong -
Sansa Stark: I don’t want someone brave and gentle and strong. I want him! He’ll be the greatest king that ever was, a golden lion, and I’ll give him sons with beautiful blond hair.
Arya Stark: The lion’s not his sigil, idiot. He’s a stag, like his father.
Sansa Stark: He is not. He’s nothing like that old drunk king.
Eddard Stark: Go on, girls. Get your septa and start packing your things.
Sansa Stark: Wait!
Arya Stark: Come on! (dragging Sansa)
Sansa Stark: It’s not fair!

The two exit Ned’s room and close the door behind them. Ned slowly makes his way over to his desk, opening the book that Grand MaesterPycelle had given him earlier. The book covers the lineages of all the great Houses of Westeros. Ned turns and reviews the Baratheon page, reading out loud.

Eddard Stark: “Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair.” “Axel Baratheon, black of hair.” “Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair.” “Steffon Baratheon, black of hair.” “Robert Baratheon, black of hair.” “Joffrey Baratheon… golden-haired.”

Ned has a revelation and closes the book.

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Back at Vaes Dothrak, in a very large hut. It is a celebration. A pig roasts over a center fire as there are drums being played and people dancing everywhere. Viserys stumbles in, clearly drunk.

Viserys Targaryen: Daenerys! Where’s my sister?

Daenerys and Jorah both look up, noticing her brother on the opposite side of the hut. Drogo, on another side of the hut also sees Viserys. Jorah stands up and begins walking towards Viserys.

Daenerys Targaryen: Stop him.
Viserys Targaryen: Where is she? I’m here for the feast. The whore’s feast.
Jorah Mormont: Come.
Viserys Targaryen: Get your hands off me! No one touches the dragon!

A man sitting next to Drogo says something in Dothraki that makes the Khal laugh. Viserys hears this and spins around.

Viserys Targaryen: Khal Drogo! I’m here for the feast.
Khal Drogo: (speaks Dothraki, motions to the other side of the hut)
Jorah Mormont: Khal Drogo says there is a place for you. Back there.
Viserys Targaryen: That is no place for a king.
Khal Drogo: You are no king.

Viserys draws his sword, Jorah moves forward, Viserys holds his sword at Jorah.

Viserys Targaryen: Keep away from me!

The drums stop and now everyone in the hut is paying attention.

Daenerys Targaryen: Viserys, please.
Viserys Targaryen: There she is.
Jorah Mormont: Put the sword down. They’ll kill us all.
Viserys Targaryen: They can’t kill us. They can’t shed blood in their sacred city. (moving his sword over everyone in the room, stopping on Daenerys’ stomach) But I can. I want what I came for. I want the crown he promised me. He bought you. But he never paid for you.

The Khal is fiercely looking at the situation as Viserys has his blade to Daenerys’ stomach. A woman is translating for Drogo as Viserys speaks.

Viserys Targaryen: Tell him I want what was bargained for or I’m taking you back. He can keep the baby. I’ll cut it out and leave it for him.
Khal Drogo: (speaks Dothraki)
Viserys Targaryen: What’s he saying?
Daenerys Targaryen: He says yes. You shall have a golden crown, that men shall tremble to behold.
Viserys Targaryen: That was all I wanted. W-what was promised.

Viserys takes his blade away from Daenerys’ stomach and steps back, smiling. Drogo stands up and walks to his wife, placing his hand on her belly as they exchange looks. The Khal says something in Dothraki, two men instantly come up behind Viserys, each holding one of his arms. One man breaks Viserys’ right arm as he screams.

Viserys Targaryen: No! You cannot touch me! I am the dragon! I am the dragon! I want my crown! Ahh!

The two men force Viserys to the ground, still holding him by his arms. The Khal moves towards them and mutters something in Dothraki. A woman tips over a kettle that was over the fire, pouring out it’s contents. Drogo throws some golden jewelry into the kettle.

Jorah Mormont: Look away Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: No.
Viserys Targaryen: No. Dany! Dany, tell them, make them! You can’t!

The golden jewelry is now melted down into liquid. Khal Drogo lifts the kettle up and walks over towards the screaming Viserys.

Viserys Targaryen: Dany please!
Khal Drogo: A crown for a king.

Khal Drogo raises the kettle over Viserys’ head and pours out the melted gold onto his skull. He screams as the hot liquid solidifies on his skull, the two men release Viserys, he instantly falls to the ground dead.

Jorah Mormont: Khaleesi…

Daenerys Targaryen: He was no dragon. Fire cannot kill a dragon.

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King's Landing, Ned Stark arrives at the grounds where the Tourney of the Hand will take place. He enters a tent where Ser Hugh (deceased) is being tended to, he enters to speak with Barristan.

Eddard Stark: Does Ser Hugh have any family in the capital?
Barristan Selmy: No. I stood vigil for him myself last night. He had no one else.
Eddard Stark: He'd never worn this armor before.
Barristan Selmy: Bad luck for him... Going against the Mountain.
Eddard Stark: Who determines the draw?
Barristan Selmy: All the knights draw straws, Lord Stark.
Eddard Stark: Aye... But who holds the straws? You've done good work, Sisters.

Ned and Barristan both exit the tent and begin walking.

Barristan Selmy: Life is strange. Not so many years ago we fought as enemies at the Trident.
Eddard Stark: I'm glad we never met on the field, Ser Barristan... as is my wife. I don't think the widow's life would suit her.
Barristan Selmy: You're too modest. I've seen you cut down a dozen great knights.
Eddard Stark: My father once told me you were the best he'd ever seen. I never knew the man to be wrong about matters of combat.
Barristan Selmy: He was a fine man, your father. What the Mad King did to him was a terrible crime.
Eddard Stark: And that lad... He was a squire until a few months ago. How could he afford a new suit of armor?
Barristan Selmy: Perhaps Lord Arryn left him some money? I hear the King wants to joust today.
Eddard Stark: Yes. That will never happen.
Barristan Selmy: Robert tends to do what he wants.
Eddard Stark: If the King got what he wanted all the time, we'd still be fighting a damned rebellion.

Ned separates from Barristan and enters King Robert’s tent. Lancel, Robert’s squire, is attempting to dress him in his armor.

Lancel Lannister: It's made too small, Your Grace. It won't go.
Robert Baratheon: Your mother was a dumb whore with a fat arse. Did you know that? Look at this idiot! One ball and no brains. He can't even put a man's armor on him properly.
Eddard Stark: You're too fat for your armor.
Robert Baratheon: Fat? Fat, is it? Is that how you speak to your King? That was funny, is it?

Both Robert and Ned begin laughing. Lancel also starts to laugh.

Robert Baratheon: Oh, it’s funny, is it?
Lancel Lannister: No, Your Grace.
Robert Baratheon: No? You don't like the Hand's joke?
Eddard Stark: You're torturing the poor boy.
Robert Baratheon: You heard the Hand. The King's too fat for his armor! Go find the breastplate stretcher, now!

Lancel runs out of the tent.

Eddard Stark: The breastplate stretcher?
Robert Baratheon: How long before he figures it out?
Eddard Stark: Maybe you should have one invented.
Robert Baratheon: All right, all right. But you watch me out there. I still know how to point a lance.
Eddard Stark: You have no business jousting. Leave that for the young men.
Robert Baratheon: Why? Because I'm king?Piss on that. I want to hit somebody!
Eddard Stark: And who's going to hit you back?
Robert Baratheon: Anybody who can. And the last man in his saddle... will be you!
Eddard Stark:There's not a man in the Seven Kingdoms would risk hurting you.
Robert Baratheon: Are you telling me those cowards would let me win?
Eddard Stark: Aye.
Robert Baratheon: … Drink.
Eddard Stark: I'm not thirsty.
Robert Baratheon: Drink. Your King commands it. Gods! Too fat for my armor.
Eddard Stark: Your squire... A Lannister boy?
Robert Baratheon: Hmm... A bloody idiot... But Cersei insisted. I have Jon Arryn to thank for her. "Cersei Lannister will make a good match", he told me. "You'll need her father on your side." I thought being King meant I could do whatever I wanted. Enough of this! Let's go watch 'em ride. At least I can smell someone else's blood.
Eddard Stark: Robert?
Robert Baratheon: What? Oh! An inspiring sight for the people, eh? Come! Bow before your King! Bow, you shits!

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Now at the jousting track where there are lots of onlookers, cheering. SerGregor bows before the King before he and his horse take off down one lane of the track.

Eddard Stark: Where's Arya
Sansa Stark: At her dancing lessons. The Knight of the Flowers.
Sansa Stark: Thank you, Ser Loras.

After bowing to Sansa, Loras exchanges looks with Renly Baratheon. Loras then rides and bows before the King, also taking off down the opposite track.

Sansa Stark: Don't let SerGregor hurt him.
Eddard Stark: Hey.
Sansa Stark: I can't watch.

Behind Ned and Sansa.

Petyr Baelish: 100 gold dragons on the Mountain.
Renly Baratheon: I'll take that bet.
Petyr Baelish: Now what will I buy with 100 gold dragons? A dozen barrels of Dornish wine? Or a girl from the pleasure houses of Lys?
Renly Baratheon: Or you could even buy a friend.
Sansa Stark: He's going to die.
Eddard Stark: SerLoras rides well.

A trumpet is heard and both competitors race down their lanes. Loras knocks SerGregor off of his mount.

Renly Baratheon: Such a shame, Littlefinger. It would have been so nice for you to have a friend.
Petyr Baelish: And tell me, Lord Renly, when will you be having your friend?
Petyr Baelish: Loras knew his mare was in heat. Quite crafty, really.
Sansa Stark: SerLoras would never do that! There's no honor in tricks.
Petyr Baelish: No honor but quite a bit of gold.

Gregor gets up off of the ground, shouts for his sword. His squire brings it to him and then Gregor severs his horse’s head completely off. The crowd is stunned, Gregor then attacks Loras. Knocking him off of his horse and striking him with his sword. Sandor, the Hound, runs down from the stands and fends off his brother.

Robert Baratheon: Stop this madness in the name of your King!

Sandor takes a bow and Gregor storms off. Loras walks up to Sandor, raising his hand in victory.

Loras Tyrell: I owe you my life, Ser.
Sandor Clegane: I'm no Ser.

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Stopping for rest, presumed on the Kingsroad on their way to Winterfell.

Catelyn Stark: Remove his hood.
Marillion: On that eve, the captive Imp down-wards from his horse did limp, no more would he preen and primp, in garb of red and gold. (singing)
Tyrion Lannister: This isn't the Kingsroad. You said we were riding for Winterfell.
Catelyn Stark: I did... often and loudly.
Tyrion Lannister: Very wise. They'll be out in droves, looking for me in the wrong place. Word's probably gotten to my father by now. He'll be offering a handsome reward. Everyone knows a Lannister always pays his debts. Would you be so good as to untie me?
Catelyn Stark: And why would I do that?
Tyrion Lannister: Why not? Am I going to run? The hill tribes would kill me for my boots. Unless a Shadowcat ate me first.
Catelyn Stark: Shadowcats and hill tribes are the least of your concerns.
Tyrion Lannister: Ah... the Eastern Road. We're going to The Vale. You're taking me to your sister's to answer for my imagined crimes. Tell me, Lady Stark. When was the last time you saw your sister?
Catelyn Stark: Five years ago.
Tyrion Lannister: She's changed. She was always a bit touched, but now... you might as well kill me here.
Catelyn Stark: I am not a murderer, Lannister.
Tyrion Lannister: Neither am I! I had nothing to do with the attempt on your son's life!
Catelyn Stark: The dagger found
Tyrion Lannister: What sort of imbecile arms an assassin with his own blade?
Rodrik Cassel: Should I gag him?
Tyrion Lannister: Why? Am I starting to make sense?
Rodrik Cassel: My Lady, this way.

A rock slams into one of Catelyn’s men, a hill tribe begins to attack. Rodrik moves Catelyn behind a rock, out of harms way. The men, mainly Bronn begin successfully defending against the tribe. Tyrion sees Catelyn pull out a small dagger, he runs over to her and convinces her to cut him loose.

Tyrion Lannister: Untie me. If I die, what's the point?

Tyrion, now loose, runs over and picks up a shield. He fends off an attack as another of Lady Stark’s men kills him. Another tribesman is nearing Catelyn, Tyrion rushes over with his shield, knocks him to the ground and begins slamming it into his throat, directly in front of, and in defense of Catelyn. The battle comes to an end with many of their men defeated.

Catelyn Stark: Rodrik?
Rodrik Cassel: I'll be fine, my Lady. There's no need to bloody yourself.
Bronn: Your first? You need a woman. Nothing like a woman after a fight.
Tyrion Lannister: Well, I'm willing if she is.

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Back at Winterfell, MaesterLuwin and Bran are at a small table, Luwin trying to teach Bran. Bran is fixed on watching Theon as he is practicing his archery.

MaesterLuwin: Bran...
Bran Stark: The Iron Islands. Sigil - a Kraken. Words - "We do not sow".
Maester Luwin: Lords?
Bran Stark: The Greyjoys.
Theon Greyjoy: Famed for their skills at archery, navigation and lovemaking.
Maester Luwin: And failed rebellions.
Bran Stark: Sigil - a stag. - A crowned stag now that Robert's King.
MaesterLuwin: Good.
Bran Stark: Words - "Ours is the fury". Lords - the Baratheons.
MaesterLuwin::Mhmm.
Bran Stark: The Westerlands - sigil - a lion.
MaesterLuwin: Hmm...
Bran Stark: Words - "A Lannister always pays his debts."
MaesterLuwin: No. A common saying, but not their official motto.
Bran Stark: Lords - the Lannisters.
MaesterLuwin: We're still on their words.
Bran Stark: I don't know them.
MaesterLuwin: You do know them. Think.
Bran Stark: "Unbowed, unbent, unbroken".
MaesterLuwin:That's House Martell.
Bran Stark: "Righteous in wrath".
MaesterLuwin: House Hornwood.
Bran Stark: "Family, duty, honor".
MaesterLuwin:Those are Tully words... Your mother's. Are we playing a game?
Bran Stark: "Family, duty, honor"... Is that the right order?
MaesterLuwin:You know it is.
Bran Stark: Family comes first?
MaesterLuwin: Your mother had to leave Winterfell to protect the family.
Bran Stark: How can she protect the family, if she's not with her family?
MaesterLuwin: Your mother sat by your bed for three weeks while you slept.
Bran Stark: And then she left!
MaesterLuwin: When you were born, I was the one who pulled you from your mother. I placed you in her arms. From that moment until the moment she dies, she will love you. Absolutely.Fiercely.
Bran Stark: Why did she leave?
MaesterLuwin: I still can't tell you, but she will be home soon.
Bran Stark: Do you know where she is now? Today?
MaesterLuwin:No, I don't.
Bran Stark: Then how can you promise me she'll be home soon?
MaesterLuwin: Sometimes I worry you're too smart for your own good.
Bran Stark: I'll never shoot another arrow.
Maester Luwin: And where is that written?
Bran Stark: You need legs to work a bow.
Maester Luwin: Hmm... If the saddle Lord Tyrion designed actually works, you could learn to shoot a bow from horseback.
Bran Stark: Really?
Maester Luwin: Dothraki boys learn when they're four years old. Why shouldn't you?

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Now in Theon’s quarters inside Winterfell, he’s making love to Ros.

Theon Greyjoy: Shh... Keep it down. You're not supposed to be inside the castle walls.

They break.

Ros: I thought you were supposed to be an important person around here.
Theon Greyjoy: Important enough for the likes of you.
Ros: You're not the only nobleman in my life, you know.
Theon Greyjoy: Who? the Imp? I'd call him half a nobleman.
Ros: Jealous?
Theon Greyjoy: Why should I be jealous?
Theon Greyjoy: Anyone with a few coppers in his pocket can own you for the night. What's a dwarf like down below? I've always wondered.
Ros: Might surprise you.
Theon Greyjoy: Hmm?
Ros: He's good with his fingers too. And his tongue.
Theon Greyjoy: Generous tipper. I guess gold is cheap for a Lannister.
Ros: You are jealous.
Theon Greyjoy: I'm a Greyjoy. We've been Lords of the Iron Islands for 300 years. There's not a family in Westeros that can look down on us, not even the Lannisters.
Ros: And what about the Starks?
Theon Greyjoy: I’ve been Lord Stark’s ward since I was eight years old.
Ros: A “ward”, that’s a nice word for it. Your father rebelled against King Robert and if he does it again…

Theon grabs Ros’ neck from behind.

Theon Greyjoy: My father fought for the freedom of his people! What did your father do? Fucked a cook and whelped a whore.
Ros: You’re a very serious boy.
Theon Greyjoy: I’m not a boy.
Ros: Oh, yes you are. A serious boy, with a serious cock.
Theon Greyjoy: I don’t want to pay for it.
Ros: Then get yourself a wife.

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Arya, at King’s Landing is running through the halls chasing a cat. She’s seen running down a hallway.

Arya Stark: Come on. I'm not gonna hurt you.

Ned is in his chambers at his desk, Varys is speaking to him, walking around securing all of the windows before sitting down to talk more seriously.

Varys: How is your son, my Lord?
Eddard Stark: He'll never walk again.
Varys: But his mind is sound?
Eddard Stark: So they say.
Varys:A blessing then. I suffered an early mutilation myself. Some doors close forever... others open in the most unexpected places. May I?
Varys: If the wrong ears heard what I'm about to tell you, off comes my head. And who would mourn poor Varys then? North or South, they sing no songs for spiders. But there are things you must know. You are the King's Hand and the King is a fool... your friend, I know, but a fool... and doomed unless you save him.
Eddard Stark: I've been in the capital a month. Why have you waited so long to tell me this?
Varys: I didn't trust you.
Eddard Stark: So why do you trust me now?
Varys: The Queen is not the only one who has been watching you closely. There are few men of honor in the capital. You are one of them. I would like to believe I am another, strange as that may seem.
Eddard Stark: What sort of doom does the King face?
Varys: The same sort as Jon Arryn. The tears of Lys, they call it. A rare and costly thing, as clear and tasteless as water. It leaves no trace.
Eddard Stark: Who gave it to him?
Varys: Some dear friend, no doubt. But which one? There were many. Lord Arryn was a kind and trusting man. There was one boy... all he was he owed to Jon Arryn.
Eddard Stark: The squire, Ser Hugh?
Varys: Pity what happened to him, just when his life seemed to be going so nicely.
Eddard Stark: If Ser Hugh poisoned him, who paid Ser Hugh?
Varys: Someone who could afford it.
Eddard Stark: Jon was a man of peace. He was Hand for 17 years -- 17 good years. Why kill him?
Varys: He started asking questions.

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We shift to a dark dungeon of King’s Landing. Arya is still chasing the cat. She stops to admire a large dragon’s skull. She hears two men talking, and hides from them, just in earshot. The two men are Lord Varys and Magister Illyrio Mopatis.

Varys: He's found one bastard already. He has the book. The rest will come.
Illyrio Mopatis: And when he knows the truth, what will he do?
Varys: The gods alone know. The fools tried to kill his son. What's worse, they botched it. The wolf and the lion will be at each other's throats. We will be at war soon, my friend.
Illyrio Mopatis: What good is war now? We're not ready. If one Hand can die, why not a second?
Varys: This Hand is not the other.
Illyrio Mopatis: We need time. Khal Drogo will not make his move until his son is born. You know how these savages are.
Varys: "Delay," you say. "Move fast, " I reply. This is no longer a game for two players.
Illyrio Mopatis: It never was.

The two men leave, Varys locks a gate behind them. Arya runs to the gate and can’t get out. She takes off in the other direction, deeper into the dungeon, to find an exit.


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Varys enters the Throne Room, where Baelish is standing, looking at the throne.

Varys: The first to arrive and the last to leave. I admire your industry.
Petyr Baelish: You do move quietly.
Varys: We all have our qualities.
Petyr Baelish: You look a bit lonely today. You should pay a visit to my brothel this evening. First boy is on the house.
Varys: I think you're mistaking business with pleasure.
Petyr Baelish: Am I? All those birds that whisper in your ear, such pretty little things. Trust me, we accommodate all inclinations.
Varys: Oh, I'm sure. Lord Redwyne likes his boys very young, I hear.
Petyr Baelish: I'm a purveyor of beauty and discretion, both equally important.
Varys: Though I suppose beauty is a subjective quality, no? Is it true that Ser Marlon of Tumblestone prefers amputees?
Petyr Baelish: All desires are valid to a man with a full purse.
Varys: And I heard the most awful rumor about a certain lord with a taste for fresh cadavers. Must be enormously difficult to accommodate that inclination. The logistics alone... to find beautiful corpses before they rot.
Petyr Baelish: Strictly speaking, such a thing would not be in accordance with the King's laws.
Varys: Strictly speaking.
Petyr Baelish: Tell me. Does someone, somewhere, keep your balls in a little box? I've often wondered.
Varys: Do you know, I have no idea where they are? And we had been so close. But enough about me. How have you been since we last saw each other?
Petyr Baelish: Since you last saw me or since I last saw you?
Varys: Now the last time I saw you, you were talking to the Hand of the King.
Petyr Baelish: Saw me with your own eyes?
Varys: Eyes I own.
Petyr Baelish: Council business. We all have so much to discuss with Ned Stark.
Varys: Everyone's well aware of your enduring fondness for Lord Stark's wife. If the Lannisters were behind the attempt on the Stark boy's life and it was discovered that you helped the Starks come to that conclusion... To think... A simple word to the Queen...
Petyr Baelish: One shudders at the thought.
Varys: Oh.
Petyr Baelish: But you know something? I do believe that I have seen you even more recently than you have seen me.
Varys: Have you?
Petyr Baelish: Yes. Earlier today, I distinctly recall seeing you talking to Lord Stark in his chambers.
Varys: Was that you under the bed?
Petyr Baelish: And not long after that when I saw you escorting a certain foreign dignitary... Council business? Of course you would have friends from across The Narrow Sea. You're from there yourself, after all. We're friends, aren't we, Lord Varys? I'd like to think we are. So you can imagine my burden, wondering if the King might question my friend's sympathies… To stand at a crossroads where turning left means loyalty to a friend, turning right, loyalty to the realm.
Varys: Oh, please.
Petyr Baelish: To find myself in a position where a simple word to the King --

Renly enters from a different doorway and cuts both men off.

Renly Baratheon: What are you two conspiring about? Well, whatever it is, you'd best hurry up. My brother is coming.
Petyr Baelish: To a small council meeting?
Varys: Disturbing news from far away. Haven't you heard?

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Arya exits a tunnel outside of King’s Landing, at the beach of Blackwater Bay. She heads to the city’s gate but is stopped by two guards.

Guard 1: Off with you. No begging.
Arya Stark: I'm not a beggar. I live here.
Guard 1: D'you want a smack on your ear to help you with your hearing?
Arya Stark: I want to see my father.
Guard 2: I want to fuck the Queen, for all the good it does me.
Guard 1: You want your father, boy? He's lying on the floor of some tavern, getting pissed on by his friends.
Arya Stark: My father is Hand of the King! I'm not a boy. I'm Arya Stark of Winterfell and if you lay a hand on me, my father will have both your heads on spikes! Now are you going to let me by or do I need to smack you on the ear to help with your hearing?

Quick cut to Arya standing in front of Ned at his desk.

Eddard Stark: You know I had half my guard out searching for you? You promised me this would stop.
Arya Stark: They said they were going to kill you.
Eddard Stark: Who did?
Arya Stark: I didn't see them, but I think one was fat.
Eddard Stark: Oh, Arya.
Arya Stark: I'm not lying! They said you found the bastard and the wolves are fighting the lions and the savage... something about the savage.
Eddard Stark: Where did you hear this?
Arya Stark: In the dungeons, near the dragon skulls.
Eddard Stark: What were you doing in the dungeons?
Arya Stark: Chasing a cat.

A knock at the door, Jory pokes his head in.

Jory Cassel: Pardon, my Lord. There's a Night's Watchman here begging a word. He says it's urgent.
Eddard Stark: Your name, friend?
Yoren: Yoren, if it please. This must be your son. He has the look.
Arya Stark: I'm a girl!
Eddard Stark: Did Benjen send you?
Yoren: No one sent me, my Lord. I'm here to find men for The Wall, see if there's any scum in the dungeons that might be fit for service.
Eddard Stark: Ah, we'll find recruits for you.
Yoren: Thank you, my Lord. But that's not why I disturb you now. Your brother, Benjen... his blood runs black, makes him as much my brother as yours. It's for his sake I rode here so hard I damn near killed my horse! There are others riding too. The whole city will know by tomorrow.
Eddard Stark: Know what?
Yoren: Best said in private, my Lord.
Eddard Stark: Go on. We'll talk more later.
Eddard Stark: Jory, take her safely to her room.
Jory Cassel: Come along, my Lady. You heard your father.

Jory escorts Arya to her room.

Arya Stark: How many guards does my father have?
Jory Cassel: Here in King's Landing? Fifty.
Arya Stark: You wouldn't let anyone kill him, would you?
Jory Cassel: No fear on that count, little Lady.

Ned and Yoren are now alone in Ned’s chambers.

Eddard Stark: Well?
Yoren: It's about your wife, my Lord. She's taken the Imp.

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As Catelyn, Tyrion and her men are arriving to the Vale, they’re met by a group of guards.

VardisEgen: You're far from home, Lady Stark.
Catelyn Stark: To whom do I speak?
VardisEgen: SerVardisEgen, Knight of The Vale. Is Lady Arryn expecting your visit?
Catelyn Stark: There was no time to send word.
VardisEgen: May I ask, my Lady, why he is with you?
Catelyn Stark: That's why there was no time. He is my prisoner.
VardisEgen: He doesn't look like a prisoner.
Catelyn Stark: My sister will decide what he looks like.
VardisEgen: Yes, my Lady. She will at that.

The guards all turn their horses and escort Catelyn and her men towards the Eyrie.

Tyrion Lannister: The Eyrie. They say it's impregnable.
Bronn: Give me 10 good men and some climbing spikes... I'll impregnate the bitch.
Tyrion Lannister: I like you.

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Ned is walking through a courtyard at King’s Landing, heading for the King Robert’s chambers. He is stopped by a royal steward.

Steward: Lord Stark, your presence has been requested in the small council chamber. A meeting has been called.
Eddard Stark: I need to see the King first -- alone.
Steward: The King is at the small council meeting, my Lord. He has summoned you.
Eddard Stark: Is it about my wife?
Steward: No, my Lord. I believe it concerns Daenerys Targaryen.

Now at the small council meeting with everyone on the council, as well as King Robert.

Robert Baratheon: The whore is pregnant.
Eddard Stark: You're speaking of murdering a child.
Robert Baratheon: I warned you this would happen. Back in the North, I warned you, but you didn't care to hear. Well, hear it now. I want 'em dead, mother and child both. And that fool, Viserys as well. Is that plain enough for you? I want them both dead.
Eddard Stark: You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this.
Robert Baratheon: Honor?! I've got Seven Kingdoms to rule! One King, Seven Kingdoms. Do you think honor keeps them in line? Do you think it's honor that's keeping the peace? It's fear! Fear and blood!
Eddard Stark: Then we're no better than the Mad King.
Robert Baratheon: Careful, Ned. Careful now.
Eddard Stark: You want to assassinate a girl... Because the Spider heard a rumor?
Varys: No rumor, my Lord. The princess is with child.
Eddard Stark: Based on whose information?
Varys: Ser Jorah Mormont. He is serving as adviser to the Targaryens.
Eddard Stark: Mormont? You bring us the whispers of a traitor half a world away and call it fact?
Petyr Baelish: Jorah Mormont's a slaver, not a traitor. Small difference, I know, to an honorable man.
Eddard Stark: He broke the law, betrayed his family, fled our land. We commit murder on the word of this man?
Robert Baratheon: And if he's right? If she has a son? A Targaryen at the head of a Dothraki army… What then?
Eddard Stark: The Narrow Sea still lies between us. I'll fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water.
Robert Baratheon: Do nothing? That's your wise advice? Do nothing til our enemies are on our shores? You're my council? Counsel! Speak sense to this honorable fool.
Varys: I understand your misgivings, my Lord. Truly, I do. It is a terrible thing we must consider, a vile thing. Yet, we who presume to rule must sometimes do vile things for the good of the realm. Should the gods grant Daenerys a son, the realm will bleed.
Grand MaesterPycelle: I bear this girl no ill will, but should the Dothraki invade, how many innocents will die? How many towns will burn? Is it not wiser, kinder even, that she should die now so that tens of thousands might live?
Renly Baratheon: We should have had them both killed years ago.
Petyr Baelish: When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, best close your eyes, get it over with. Cut her throat. Be done with it.
Eddard Stark: I followed you into war - twice, without doubts, without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now. The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow of an unborn child.
Robert Baratheon: She dies.
Eddard Stark: I will have no part in it.
Robert Baratheon: You're the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command or I'll find me a Hand who will.

Ned removes his badge and places it on the table in front of Robert.

Eddard Stark: And good luck to him. I thought you were a better man.
Robert Baratheon: Out! Out, damn you! I'm done with you. Go! Run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike! I'll put it there myself, you fool! You think you're too good for this? Too proud and honorable? This is a war!

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Ned is in his chambers quickly packing his things.

Eddard Stark: I'll go ahead with my daughters. Get them ready. Do it yourself. Don't ask anyone for help.
Jory Cassel: Right away, my Lord. Lord Baelish is here for you.
Petyr Baelish: His Grace went on about you at some length after you took your leave. The word "treason" was mentioned.
Eddard Stark: What can I do for you?
Petyr Baelish: When do you return to Winterfell?
Eddard Stark: Why? What do you care?
Petyr Baelish: If you're still here come nightfall, I'll take you to see the last person Jon Arryn spoke with before falling ill. If that sort of thing still interests you.
Eddard Stark: I don't have the time.
Petyr Baelish: It won't take more than an hour. But as you please.

Baelish exits Ned’s chambers, Ned speaks to Jory briefly and then takes off for Baelish.

Eddard Stark: Round up all the men we have and station them outside the girls' chambers. Who are your best two swords?
Jory Cassel: Heward and Wyl.
Eddard Stark: Find them and meet me at the stables.

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At the Eyrie, Catelyn, her men, and Tyrion are all standing in front of Lady Arryn. Her son is sitting on her lap, breastfeeding. He is clearly too old to be doing so.

Lysa Arryn: You bring him here without permission? You pollute my home with his presence? Your aunt has done a bad thing, Robin, a very bad thing. You remember her, don't you? Isn't he beautiful? And strong too. Jon knew it. His last words were, "the seed is strong." He wanted everyone to know what a good, strong boy his son would grow up to be. Look at him, the Lord of all the Vale.
Catelyn Stark: Lysa, you wrote me about the Lannisters, warning me t-
Lysa Arryn: To stay away from them! Not to bring one here!
Robin Arryn: Mommy? Is that the bad man?
Lysa Arryn: It is.
Robin Arryn: He's little.
Lysa Arryn: He's Tyrion the Imp of House Lannister. He killed your father. He murdered the Hand of the King!
Tyrion Lannister: Oh? Did I kill him too? I've been a very busy man.
Lysa Arryn: You will watch your tongue! These men are Knights of the Vale. Every one of the loved Jon Arryn. Every one of them would die for me.
Tyrion Lannister: If any harm comes to me, my brother, Jaime, will see that they do.
Robin Arryn: You can't hurt us! No one can hurt us here! Tell him, mommy! Tell him!
Lysa Arryn: Shh... Shh... Shh, my sweet boy. He's just trying to frighten us. Lannisters are all liars. No one will hurt my baby.
Robin Arryn: Mommy... I want to see the bad man fly.
Lysa Arryn: Perhaps you will, my little love.
Catelyn Stark: This man is my prisoner. I will not have him harmed.
Lysa Arryn: SerVardis, my sister's guest is weary. Take him down below so he can rest. Introduce him to Mord.

Mord throws Tyrion into a “skycell.”

Mord: You go sleep, dwarf man. Sleep good, little dwarf. man!

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Back at King’s Landing, inside Renly Baratheon’s chambers. He is sitting, shirtless, with Loras Tyrell kneeling beside him shaving his chest. Loras is also shirtless.

Loras Tyrell: Lord Stark's lucky he still has a head.
Renly Baratheon: Robert will rant for a few days, but he won't do anything. He adores the man.
Loras Tyrell: You're jealous.
Renly Baratheon: Are you sure this won't hurt?
Loras Tyrell: Only if I slip.
Renly Baratheon: And you prefer me like this?
Loras Tyrell: Mhmm.
Renly Baratheon: If you want hairless, maybe you should find a little boy.
Loras Tyrell: I want you.
Renly Baratheon: My brother thinks that anyone who hasn't been to war isn't a man. He treats me as if I'm a spoiled child. Oh, and you're not? Loras Tyrell, the Knight of the Flowers? How many wars have you fought in? Oh, and how much did your father spend on that armor of yours?
Loras Tyrell: Hold still.
Renly Baratheon: All I ever hear from Robert and Stannis is how I'm not tough enough, how I squirm at the sight of blood.
Loras Tyrell: You did vomit when that boy's eye was knocked out in the mêlée.
Renly Baratheon:His eye was dangling out of the damn socket!
Loras Tyrell: He shouldn't have entered the mêlée if he didn't know how to fight.
Renly Baratheon: Easy for you to say. Not everyone is such a gifted swordsman.
Loras Tyrell: It's not a gift. No one gave it to me. I'm good because I work at it -- every day of my life since I could hold a stick.
Renly Baratheon: I could work at fighting all day, every day, and still never be as good as you.
Loras Tyrell: Yes well, I guess we'll never know.

Finished with Renly’s chest, Loras raises his arm so he can shave his armpit.

Renly Baratheon: Everywhere?
Loras Tyrell: Everywhere. So how did it end up? The Targaryen girl will die?
Renly Baratheon: It needs to be done, unpleasant as it is. Robert's rather tasteless about it. Every time he talks about killing her, I swear the table rises six inches.
Loras Tyrell: It's a shame he can't muster the same enthusiasm for his wife.
Renly Baratheon: He does have a deep, abiding lust for her money. You have to give it to the Lannisters, they may be the most pompous, ponderous cunts the gods ever suffered to walk the world, but they do have outrageous amounts of money.
Loras Tyrell: I have an outrageous amount of money.
Renly Baratheon: Not as much as the Lannisters.
Loras Tyrell: But a lot more than you.
Renly Baratheon: Robert's threatening to take me hunting with him. Last time we were out there for two weeks, tramping through the trees in the rain, day after day. All so he can stick his spear into something's flesh! Oh. but Robert loves his killing. And he's the King.
Loras Tyrell: Hmm... How did that ever happen?
Renly Baratheon: Because he loves his killing and he used to be good at it.
Loras Tyrell: Do you know who should be King?
Renly Baratheon: Be serious.
Loras Tyrell: I am. My father could be your bank. I've never fought in a war before, but I'd fight for you.
Renly Baratheon: I'm fourth in line.
Loras Tyrell: And where was Robert in the line of royal succession? Joffrey is a monster. Tommen is eight.
Renly Baratheon: Stannis?
Loras Tyrell: Stannis has the personality of a lobster.
Renly Baratheon: He's still my older brother.

Loras cuts Renly under his arm.

Renly Baratheon: What are you doing?!
Loras Tyrell: Look at it.
Renly Baratheon: You cut me!
Loras Tyrell: It's just blood. We've all got it in us. Sometimes a little spills. If you become King, you're going to see a lot of this. You need to get used to it. Go on. Look. People love you. They love to serve you because you're kind to them. They want to be near you.
Loras Tyrell: You're willing to do what needs to be done, but you don't gloat over it. You don't love killing. Where is it written that power is the sole province of the worst? That thrones are only made for the hated and the feared. You would be a wonderful King.

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Cersei enters King Robert’s chambers.

Cersei Baratheon: I'm sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn't work out. You seemed so good together.
Robert Baratheon: I'm glad I could do something to make you happy.
Cersei Baratheon: Without a Hand, everything will fall to pieces.
Robert Baratheon: I suppose this is where you tell me to give the job to your brother Jaime.
Cersei Baratheon: No. He's not serious enough. I'll say this for Ned Stark - he's serious enough. Was it really worth it? Losing him this way?
Robert Baratheon: I don't know. But I do know this, if the Targaryen girl convinces her horse-lord husband to invade and the Dothraki horde crosses The Narrow Sea... We won't be able to stop them.
Cersei Baratheon: The Dothrakidon't sail. Every child knows that. They don't have discipline. They don't have armor. They don't have siege weapons.
Robert Baratheon: It's a neat little trick you do, you move your lips and your father's voice comes out.
Cersei Baratheon: Is my father wrong?
Robert Baratheon: Let's say Viserys Targaryen lands with forty thousand Dothraki screamers at his back. We hole up in our castles, a wise move. Only a fool would meet the Dothraki in an open field. They leave us in our castles. They go from town to town, looting and burning, killing every man who can't hide behind a stone wall, stealing all our crops and livestock, enslaving all our women and children. How long do the people of the Seven Kingdoms stand behind their absentee King, their cowardly King hiding behind high walls? When do the people decide that Viserys Targaryen is the rightful monarch after all.
Cersei Baratheon: We still outnumber them.
Robert Baratheon: Which is the bigger number -- five or one?
Cersei Baratheon: Five.
Robert Baratheon: Five... one. One army, a real army, united behind one leader with one purpose. Our purpose died with the Mad King. Now we've got as many armies as there are men with gold in their purse. And everybody wants something different. Your father wants to own the world. Ned Stark wants to run away and bury his head in the snow.
Cersei Baratheon: What do you want?
Robert Baratheon: We haven't had a real fight in nine years. Back-stabbing doesn't prepare you for a fight. And that's all the realm is now, back-stabbing and scheming and arse-licking and money-grubbing. Sometimes I don't know what holds it together.
Cersei Baratheon: Our marriage.

The two begin laughing.

Robert Baratheon: Ah, so here we sit, seventeen years later, holding it all together. Don't you get tired?
Cersei Baratheon: Every day.
Robert Baratheon: How long can hate hold a thing together?
Cersei Baratheon: Well, seventeen years is quite a long time.
Robert Baratheon: Yes, it is.
Cersei Baratheon: Yes, it tis. What was she like?
Robert Baratheon: You've never asked about her, not once. Why not?
Cersei Baratheon: At first, just saying her name, even in private felt like I was breathing life back into her. I thought if I didn't talk about her, she'd just fade away for you. When I realized that wasn't going to happen, I refused to ask out of spite. I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I cared enough to ask. And eventually it became clear that my spite didn't mean anything to you, as far as I could tell, you actually enjoyed it.
Robert Baratheon: So why now?
Cersei Baratheon: What harm could Lyanna Stark's ghost do to either of us that we haven't done to each other a hundred times over?
Robert Baratheon: You want to know the horrible truth? I can't even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted... Someone took her away from me, and Seven Kingdoms couldn't fill the hole she left behind.
Cersei Baratheon: I felt something for you once, you know?
Robert Baratheon: I know.
Cersei Baratheon: Even after we lost our first boy -- for quite a while, actually. Was it ever possible for us? Was there ever a time, ever a... moment?
Robert Baratheon: No. Does that make you feel better or worse?
Cersei Baratheon: It doesn't make me feel anything.

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Inside one of Baelish’s brothels, Ned is speaking to one of the prostitutes. Jory and Baelish are in the next room.

Mhaegen: She looks like him, don't she, my Lord? She has his nose, his black hair.
Eddard Stark: Aye.
Mhaegen: Tell him when you see him, my Lord. If it please you... Tell him how beautiful she is.
Eddard Stark: I will.
Mhaegen: And tell him I've been with no one else. I swear it, my Lord, by the old gods and new. I don't want no jewels or nothing, just him. The King was always good to me.
Eddard Stark: When Jon Arryn came to visit you, what did he want?
Mhaegen: He wasn't that sort of man, my Lord. He just wanted to know if the child was happy, healthy.
Eddard Stark: She looks healthy enough to me. The girl shall want for nothing.

Ned breaks off from Mhaegen and enters the same room as Baelish and Jory.

Petyr Baelish: Brothels make a much better investment than ship, I've found. Whores rarely sink.
Eddard Stark: What do you know of King Robert's bastards?
Petyr Baelish: Well, he has more than you, for a start.
Eddard Stark: How many?
Petyr Baelish: Does it matter? If you fuck enough women, some of them will give you presents.
Eddard Stark: And Jon Arryn tracked them all down. Why?
Petyr Baelish: He was the King's Hand. Perhaps Robert wanted them looked after. He was overcome with fatherly love.
Eddard Stark: Come.

Jory is staring at one of the whores, who flashes him her breast.

Eddard Stark: Jory!
Jory Cassel: My Lord.

Ned and Jory leave the brothel with a few of Ned’s men. They are suddenly surround by Jaime Lannister and his men.

Jaime Lannister: Such a small pack of wolves.
Jory Cassel: Stay back, Ser! This is the Hand of the King!
Jaime Lannister: Was!... the Hand of the King. Now I'm not sure what he is... Lord of somewhere very far away.
Petyr Baelish: What's the meaning of this, Lannister?
Jaime Lannister: Get back inside where it's safe. I'm looking for my brother. You remember my brother, don't you, Lord Stark? Blond hair, sharp tongue, short man.
Eddard Stark: I remember him well.
Jaime Lannister: It seems he had some trouble on the road. You wouldn't know what happened to him, would you?
Eddard Stark:He was taken at my command to answer for his crimes.

Jaime draws his sword, causing all of them men on both sides to draw their swords, except for Eddard.

Petyr Baelish: My Lords! I'll bring the City Watch!
Jaime Lannister: Come, Stark. I'd rather you die sword in hand.
Jory Cassel: If you threaten my Lord again...
Jaime Lannister: Threaten? As in, "I'm going to open your Lord from balls to brains and see what Starks are made of”?
Eddard Stark: You kill me, your brother's a dead man.
Jaime Lannister: You're right. Take him alive! Kill his men!

A fight erupts, first Jaime’s men throw spears straight into the chests of two of Ned’s men. Ned draws his sword and moves towards Jaime, fending off several guards in the process. Jory gets to Jaime first. Jaime stabs Jory with a dagger straight through his eye. The fighting ceases and Ned moves forward to Jaime, Jaime’s men all stop to watch the fight. The two fend each other off, as they break, one of Jaime’s guards stabs Ned in the back of the leg with a spear, causing him to fall to the ground. Jaime is openly frustrated and knocks the guard out. He mounts his horse.

Jaime Lannister: My brother, Lord Stark... We want him back.

Jaime rides off on horseback and his guards follow suit.

왕좌의 게임 대본(시즌 1-4) - Game of Thrones Script, Season 1-4 Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things

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Open to Bran Stark dreaming. He is in the courtyard of Winterfell shooting a bow as a raven flies in. As he approaches it, it flies into the crypt, continuously cawing. As Bran enters the crypt he makes direct eye contact with the raven and sees that it has three eyes. He wakes up. Theon enters just as he wakes up.

Old Nan: The little Lord's been dreaming again.

Theon Greyjoy: We have visitors.

Bran Stark: I don't want to see anyone.

Theon Greyjoy: Really? If I was cooped up all day with no one but this old bat for company, I'd go mad. Anyway, you don't have a choice. Robb's waiting.

Bran Stark: I don't want to go.

Theon Greyjoy: Neither do I. But Robb's Lord of Winterfell, which means I do what he says and you do what I say. Hodor!(Hodor enters, hoisting up Bran and carrying him away) Help Bran down the hall.

Tyrion standing in front of Robb and MaesterLuwin inside the Winterfell castle.

Tyrion Lannister: I must say I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit.

Robb Stark: Any man of the Night's Watch is welcome at Winterfell.

Tyrion Lannister: Any man of the Night's Watch, but not I, eh, boy?

Robb Stark: I'm not your boy, Lannister. I'm Lord of Winterfell while my father is away.

Tyrion Lannister: Then you might learn a lord's courtesy.

Hodor enters carrying Bran.

Tyrion Lannister: So it's true. Hello Bran. Do you remember anything about what happened?

MaesterLuwin: He has no memory of that day.

Tyrion Lannister: Curious.

Robb Stark: Why are you here?

Tyrion Lannister: Would your charming companion be so kind as to kneel? My neck is beginning to hurt.

Bran Stark: Kneel, Hodor.

Tyrion Lannister: Do you like to ride, Bran?

Bran Stark: Yes. Well, I mean I did like to.

MaesterLuwin: The boy has lost the use of his legs.

Tyrion Lannister: What of it? With the right horse and saddle, even a cripple can ride.

Bran Stark: I'm not a cripple.

Tyrion Lannister: Then I'm not a dwarf. My father will rejoice to hear it. I have a gift for you. Give that to your saddler. He'll provide the rest. You must shape the horse to the rider. Start with a yearling and teach it to respond to the reins and to the boy's voice.

Bran Stark: Will I really be able to ride?

Tyrion Lannister:You will. On horseback you will be as tall as any of them.

Robb Stark: Is this some kind of trick? Why do you want to help him?

Tyrion Lannister: I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things.

Robb Stark: You've done my brother a kindness. The hospitality of Winterfell is yours.

Tyrion Lannister: Spare me your false courtesies, Lord Stark. There's a brothel outside your walls. There I'll find a bed and both of us can sleep easier.

Before Tyrion exits Winterfell for the brothel, Theon sees him off in the courtyard.

Theon Greyjoy: Couldn't resist some northern ass? If you like redheads, ask for Ros.

Tyrion Lannister: Come to see me off, Greyjoy? Kind of you. Your master doesn't seem to like Lannisters.

Theon Greyjoy: He's not my master.

Tyrion Lannister: No, of course not. What happened here? Where is lady Stark? Why didn't she receive me?

Theon Greyjoy: She wasn't feeling well.

Tyrion Lannister: She's not in Winterfell, is she? Where did she go?

Theon Greyjoy: My lady's whereabouts...

Tyrion Lannister: My lady? Your loyalty to your captors is touching. Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel if he could see his only surviving son has turned lackey? I still remember seeing my father's fleet burn in Lannisport. I believe your uncles were responsible?

Theon Greyjoy: Must have been a pretty sight.

Tyrion Lannister: Nothing prettier than watching sailors burn alive. Yes, a great victory for your people. Shame how it all turned out.

Theon Greyjoy: We were outnumbered 10 to one.

Tyrion Lannister: A stupid rebellion then. I suppose your father realized that when your brothers died in battle. Now here you are, your enemy's squire.

Theon Greyjoy: Careful, Imp.

Tyrion Lannister: I've offended you. Forgive me, it's been a rough morning. Anyway, don't despair. I'm a constant disappointment to my own father and I've learned to live with it. Your next tumble with Ros is on me. I'll try not to wear her out.

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In the courtyard of Castle Black, Jon Snow is giving the group lessons in fighting. As Alliser marches in with a new recruit, Samwell Tarly.

Jon Snow: Leg, shoulder, leg. Left foot forward. Good. Now pivot as you deliver the stroke. Put all your weight behind it.

Grenn: What in seven hells is that?

Pyp: They'll need an eighth hell to fit him in.

Alliser Thorne: Tell them your name.

Samwell Tarly: Samwell Tarly, of Horn Hill. I mean, I was of Horn Hill. I've come to take the black.

Rast: Come to take the black pudding.

Alliser Thorne: Well, you couldn't be any worse than you look. See what he can do.

Samwell Tarly: I yield. Please, no more.

Alliser Thorne: On your feet. Pick up your sword. Hit him till he finds his feet. It seems they've run short of poachers and thieves down south. Now they send us squealing bloody pigs. Again, harder.

Jon Snow: Enough! He yielded.

Alliser Thorne: Looks like the bastard's in love. All right then, lord Snow, you wish to defend your lady love, let's make it an exercise. You two. Three of you ought to be sufficient to make lady piggy squeal. All you've got to do is get past the bastard.

Jon Snow: Are you sure you want to do this?

Alliser has the three guys attack Jon, trying to get to Sam, Jon successfully defends them all off.

Grenn: No. Yield yieldyield! I yield.

Alliser Thorne: We're done for today. Go clean the armory. That's all you're good for.

Pyp: Well fought!

Grenn: Piss off.

Samwell Tarly: Did he hurt you?

Jon Snow: I've had worse.

Samwell Tarly: You can call me Sam... If you want. My mother calls me Sam.

Jon Snow: It's not going to get any easier, you know? You'll have to defend yourself.

Grenn: Why didn't you get up and fight?

Samwell Tarly: I wanted to. I just couldn't.

Grenn: Why not?

Samwell Tarly: I'm a coward. My father always says so.

Jon Snow: The Wall's no place for cowards.

Samwell Tarly: You're right. I'm sorry. I just... Wanted to thank you.

Grenn: A bloody coward. People saw us talking to him. Now they'll think we're cowards too.

Pyp: You're too stupid to be a coward.

Grenn: You're too stupid to be a...

Pyp: Quick now, before summer's over.

Grenn: Come on here!

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Daenerys and the horde have arrived to the Dothraki homeland.

Jorah Mormont: Vaes Dothrak. The city of the horselords.

Viserys Targaryen: A pile of mud. Mud and shit and twigs - best these savages can do.

Daenerys Targaryen: These are my people now. You shouldn't call them savages.

Viserys Targaryen: I'll call them what I like, because they're my people. This is my army. Khal Drogo is marching the wrong way with my army.

Daenerys Targaryen: If my brother was given an army of Dothraki, could you conquer the Seven Kingdoms?

Jorah Mormont: The Dothrakihave never crossed the Narrow Sea. They fear any water their horses can't drink.

Daenerys Targaryen: But if they did?

Jorah Mormont: King Robert is fool enough to meet them in open battle, but the men advising him are different.

Daenerys Targaryen: And you know these men?

Jorah Mormont: I fought beside them once, long ago. Now Ned Stark wants my head. He drove me from my land.

Daenerys Targaryen: You sold slaves.

Jorah Mormont: Aye.

Daenerys Targaryen: Why?

Jorah Mormont: I had no money and an expensive wife.

Daenerys Targaryen: And where is she now?

Jorah Mormont: In another place, with another man.

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Viserys is in a tub inside of a tent, being bathed by Doreah.

Doreah: Your Grace?

Viserys Targaryen: Yes, my dear?

Doreah: They call you the last dragon...

Viserys Targaryen: They do.

Doreah: You have dragon's blood in your veins?

Viserys Targaryen: It's entirely possible.

Doreah: What happened to the dragons? I was told that brave men killed them all.

Viserys Targaryen: The brave men didn't kill dragons. The brave men rode them. Rode them from Valyria to build the greatest civilization this world has ever seen. The breath of the greatest dragon forged the Iron Throne, which the Usurper is keeping warm for me. The swords of the vanquished, a thousand of them... melted together like so many candles.

Doreah: I have always wanted to see a dragon. There is nothing in the world that I would rather see.

ViserysTargaryen:Really? Why dragons?

Doreah: They can fly. And wherever they are, just a few flaps of their wings and they're somewhere else... Far away. And they can kill. Anyone or anything that tries to hurt them gets burned away to nothing... melted... like so many candles. Seeing a dragon would make me very happy.

Viserys Targaryen: Well, after 15 years in a pleasure house, I imagine just seeing the sky makes you happy.

Doreah: I was not locked in. I have seen things.

Viserys Targaryen: What have you seen?

Doreah: I've seen... A man from Asshai with a dagger of real dragonglass. I've seen a man who could change his face the way that other men change their clothes. And I've seen a pirate who wore his weight in gold and whose ship had sails of colored silk. So... Have you seen one?

Viserys Targaryen: A pirate ship?

Doreah: A dragon.

Viserys Targaryen: No, the last one died many years before I was born. I'll tell you what I have seen : their skulls. They used to decorate the throne room in the Red Keep. When I was very young, just 3 or 4, my father used to walk me down the rows and I'd recite their names for him. When I got them all right, he'd give me a sweet. The ones closest to the door were the last ones they were able to hatch and they were all stunted and wrong. Skulls no bigger than dog skulls. But as you got closer to the Iron Throne... They got bigger and bigger and bigger. There was Ghiscar and Valryon, Vermithrax, Essovius, Archonel, Meraxes, Vhagar... And Balerion the Dread... whose fire forged the Seven Kingdoms into one.

Doreah: What happened to the skulls?

Viserys Targaryen: I don't know. The Usurper had them smashed to powder, I expect. Scattered to the wind.

Doreah: That's very sad.

Viserys Targaryen: Yes, it is. What did I buy you for? To make me sad?

Doreah: No, your Grace. To teach your sister.

Viserys Targaryen: To teach my sister how to be a better lover? You think I bought you to make Khal Drogo happy? You pretty little idiot. Go on then. Get on with it.

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Inside of the throne room at King’s Landing.

Septa Mordane: Someday your husband will sit there and you will sit by his side. And one day, before too long, you will present your son to the court. All the lords of Westeros will gather here to see the little prince...

Sansa Stark: What if I have a girl?

Septa Mordane: Gods be good, you'll have boys and girls and plenty of them.

Sansa Stark: What if I only have girls?

Septa Mordane: I wouldn't worry about that.

Sansa Stark: Jeyne Poole's mother had five children, all of them girls.

Septa Mordane: Yes, but it's highly unlikely.

Sansa Stark: But what if?

Septa Mordane: If you only had girls, I suppose the throne would pass to Prince Joffrey's little brother.

Sansa Stark: And everyone would hate me.

Septa Mordane: Nobody could ever hate you.

Sansa Stark: Joffrey does.

Septa Mordane: Nonsense. Why would you say such a thing? That business with the wolves? I've told you a hundred times... A direwolf is not...

Sansa Stark: Please shut up about it.

Septa Mordane: Do you remember your lessons? Who built the Iron Throne?

Sansa Stark: Aegon the Conqueror.

Septa Mordane: And who built the Red Keep?

Sansa Stark: Maegor the Cruel.

Septa Mordane: And how many years did it take to build...

Sansa Stark: My grandfather and uncle were murdered here, weren't they?

Septa Mordane: They were killed on the orders of King Aerys, yes.

Sansa Stark: The Mad King.

Septa Mordane: Commonly known as the Mad King.

Sansa Stark: Why were they killed?

Septa Mordane: You should speak to your father about these matters.

Sansa Stark: I don't want to speak to my father, ever.

Septa Mordane: You will find it in your heart to forgive your father.

Sansa Stark: No, I won't.

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Small council meeting in King’s Landing.

Janos Slynt: It's the Hand's tournament that's causing all this trouble, my Lords.

Eddard Stark: The King's tournament. I assure you the Hand wants no part of it.

Janos Slynt: Call it what you will, Lord Stark Ser, the city is packed with people and more flooding in every day. Last night we had a tavern riot, a brothel fire, three stabbings and a drunken horse race down the Street of Sisters.

Varys: Dreadful.

Renly Baratheon: If you can't keep the King's peace, perhaps the City Watch should be commanded by someone who can.

Janos Slynt: I need more men.

Eddard Stark: You'll get 50. Lord Baelish will see it paid for.

Petyr Baelish: I will?

Eddard Stark: You found money for a champion's purse, you can find money to keep the peace. I'll also give you 20 of my household guards till the crowds have left.

Janos Slynt: Thank you, my Lord Hand Ser. They will be put to good use.

Eddard Stark: The sooner this is over, the better.

Varys: The realm prospers from such events, my Lord. They give the great a chance at glory, and the lowly a respite from their woes.

Petyr Baelish: And every inn in the city is full and the whores are walking bow-legged.

Eddard Stark: I'm sure the tourney puts coins in many a pocket. Now...If there's nothing else, my Lords?

Eddard dismisses the council, as they are all leaving, Ned stops Pycelle.

Grand MaesterPycelle: This heat. On days like this, I envy you northerners your summer snows. Until tomorrow my Lord.

Eddard Stark: I've been hoping to talk to you about Jon Arryn.

Grand MaesterPycelle: Lord Arryn? His death was a great sadness to all of us. I took personal charge of his care, but I could not save him. His sickness struck him very hard and very fast. I saw him in my chambers just the night before he passed. Lord Jon often came to me for counsel.

Eddard Stark: Why?

Grand MaesterPycelle: I have been Grand Maester for many years. Kings and Hands have come to me for advice since...

Eddard Stark: What did Jon want the night before he died?

Grand MaesterPycelle: He came inquiring after a book.

Eddard Stark: A book? What book?

Grand MaesterPycelle: I fear it would be of little interest to you, my Lord. A ponderous tome.

Eddard Stark: I'd like to read it.

Now in Pycelle’s room, he hands a book to Ned.

Grand MaesterPycelle: "The lineages and histories of the great houses of the Seven Kingdoms, with descriptions of many high lords and noble ladies and their children."

Eddard Stark: "Harkon Umber, first of his name, born to lord Hother Umber and lady Amaryllis Umber in the 183rd year after Aegon's landing, at the last hearth. Blue of eye, brown of hair and fair complected, died in his 14th year of a wound sustained

in a bear hunt."

Grand MaesterPycelle: As I said, my Lord, a ponderous read.

Eddard Stark: Did Jon Arryn tell you what he wanted with it?

Grand MaesterPycelle: He did not, my Lord. And I did not presume to ask.

Eddard Stark: Jon's death...

Grand MaesterPycelle: Such a tragedy.

Eddard Stark: Did he say anything to you during his final hours?

Grand MaesterPycelle:Nothing of import, my Lord. There was one phrase he kept repeating: "The seed is strong," I think it was.

Eddard Stark: "The seed is strong"? What does that mean?

Grand MaesterPycelle: The dying mind is a demented mind, Lord Stark. For all the weight they're given, last words are usually as significant as first words.

Eddard Stark: And you're quite certain he died of a natural illness?

Grand MaesterPycelle: What else could it be?

Eddard Stark: Poison.

Grand MaesterPycelle: A disturbing thought. I don't think it likely. The Hand was loved by all. What sort of man would dare...

Eddard Stark: I've heard it said that poison is a woman's weapon.

Grand MaesterPycelle: Yes. Women, cravens... and eunuchs. Did you know that lord Varys is a eunuch?

Eddard Stark: Everybody knows that.

Grand MaesterPycelle: Yes, yes, of course. How that sort of person found himself on the King's Council, I will never know.

Eddard Stark: I've taken enough of your time.

Grand MaesterPycelle: No trouble at all, my Lord. It's a great honor...

Eddard Stark: Thank you. I'll find my own way out.

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Ned is walking back to his chambers as he sees Arya balancing on one foot in front of a staircase.

Arya Stark: Syrio says a water dancer can stand on one toe for hours.

Eddard Stark: It's a hard fall down these steps.

Arya Stark: Syrio says every hurt is a lesson and every lesson makes you better. Tomorrow I'm going to be chasing cats.

Eddard Stark: Cats? Syrio says…

Arya Stark: He says every swordsman should study cats. They're quiet as shadows and as light as feathers. You have to be quick to catch them.

Eddard Stark: He's right about that.

Arya Stark: Now that Bran's awake will he come live with us?

Eddard Stark: He needs to get his strength back first.

Arya Stark:He wants to be a knight of the King’s Guard. He can't be one now, can he?

Eddard Stark: No. But someday he could be Lord of a holdfast or sit on the King's Council. Or he might raise castles like Brandon the Builder.

Arya Stark: Can I be Lord of a holdfast?

Eddard Stark: You will marry a high Lord and rule his castle. And your sons shall be knights and princes and lords.

Arya Stark: No. That's not me.

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Keeping watch on the wall, Sam joins Jon as his watch partner.

Samwell Tarly: Hello. SerAlliser said I'm to be your new watch partner. I should warn you, I don't see all that well.

Jon Snow: Come stand by the fire. It's warmer.

Samwell Tarly: No, that's all right. I'm fine.

Jon Snow: You're not. You're freezing.

Samwell Tarly: I don't like high places.

Jon Snow: You can't fight. You can't see. You're afraid of heights and almost everything else probably. What are you doing here, Sam?

Samwell Tarly: On the morning of my 18th nameday, my father came to me. "You're almost a man now," he said, "but you're not worthy of my land and title. Tomorrow, you're going to take the black, forsake all claim to your inheritance and start north. If you do not," he said, "then we'll have a hunt and somewhere in these woods your horse will stumble and you'll be thrown from your saddle to die. Or so I'll tell your mother. Nothing would please me more." SerAlliser's going to make me fight again tomorrow, isn't he?

Jon Snow: Yes, he is.

Samwell Tarly: I'm not going to get any better, you know?

Jon Snow: Well… You can't get any worse.

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Walking through the gardens of King’s Landing.

Petyr Baelish: I hear you're reading a boring book.

Eddard Stark: Pycelle talks too much.

Petyr Baelish: He never stops. Do you know Ser Hugh of the Vale? Not surprising. Until recently, he was only a squire... Jon Arryn's squire. He was knighted almost immediately after his master's untimely death.

Eddard Stark: Knighted for what? Why are you telling me this?

Petyr Baelish: I promised Cat that I'd help you.

Eddard Stark: Where is Ser Hugh? I'll speak to him.

Petyr Baelish: A singularly bad idea. Do you see that boy there? One of Varys's little birds. The Spider has taken a great interest in your comings and goings. Now look there. That one belongs to the Queen. And do you see that Septa pretending to read her book?

Eddard Stark: Varys or the Queen?

Petyr Baelish: No. She's one of mine. Is there someone in your service whom you trust completely?

Eddard Stark: Yes.

Petyr Baelish: The wiser answer was no, my Lord. Get a message to this paragon of yours... Discreetly. Send him to question Ser Hugh. After that, you might want him to visit a certain armorer in the city. He lives in a large house at the top of the street of Steel.

Eddard Stark: Why?

Petyr Baelish: I have my observers, as I said, and it's possible that they saw Lord Arryn visit this armorer several times in the weeks before his death.

Eddard Stark: Lord Baelish, perhaps I was wrong to distrust you.

Petyr Baelish: Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed off your horse.

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Preparing for the Hand of the King’s tournament, Ser Hugh is pacing out steps on the joust.

Jory Cassel: Ser Hugh? Ser Hugh!

Hugh of the Vale: As you can see, I'm busy.

Jory Cassel: I'm here on behalf of Lord Eddard Stark, the Hand of the king. I'm the captain of his guard.

Hugh of the Vale: I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name, Ser...

Jory Cassel: No "ser." I'm not a knight.

Hugh of the Vale: I see. Well, it just so happens that I am.

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Riding on horseback through King’s Landing, Ned and Jory arrive at the armorer.

Jory Cassel: He said he'd be glad to talk to the Hand himself. He's a knight, you see.

Eddard Stark: A knight. They strut around like roosters down here. Even the ones who've never seen an arrow coming their way.

Jory Cassel: You shouldn't be out here, my Lord. There's no telling who has eyes where.

Eddard Stark: Let them look.

Tobho Mott: The former Hand did call on me, my Lord, several times. I regret to say he did not honor me with his patronage.

Eddard Stark: What did Lord Arryn want?

Tobho Mott: He always came to see the boy.

Eddard Stark: I'd like to see him as well.

Tobho Mott: As you wish, my Lord. Gendry! Here he is. Strong for his age. He works hard. Show the Hand the helmet you made, lad.

Eddard Stark: This is fine work.

Gendry: It's not for sale.

Tobho Mott: Boy, this is the King's Hand! If his lordship wants the helmet...

Gendry: I made it for me.

Tobho Mott: Forgive him, my Lord.

Eddard Stark: There's nothing to forgive. When Lord Arryn came to visit you, what would you talk about?

Gendry: He just asked me questions is all, my Lord.

Eddard Stark: What kind of questions?

Gendry: About my work at first, if I was being treated well, if I liked it here. But then he started asking me about my mother.

Eddard Stark: Your mother?

Gendry: Who she was, what she looked like.

Eddard Stark: What did you tell him?

Gendry: She died when I was little. She had yellow hair. She'd sing to me sometimes.

Eddard Stark: Look at me. Get back to work, lad. If the day ever comes when that boy'd rather wield a sword than forge one, you send him to me.

Jory Cassel: Find anything?

Eddard Stark: King Robert's bastard son.

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Jaime is standing guard outside of the king’s chambers. You can hear King Robert with numerous girls inside his room.

Jory Cassel: This is for the King from Lord Stark.

Jaime Lannister: Listen. Do you hear them? How many do you think are in there with him? Guess.

Jory Cassel: Three? Four?

Jaime Lannister: He likes to do this when I'm on duty... He makes me listen as he insults my sister.

Jory Cassel: Forgive me, my Lord...

Jaime Lannister: Why do I have to forgive you? Have you wronged me?

Jory Cassel: We've met before, you know.

Jaime Lannister: Have we? Strange, I've forgotten.

Jory Cassel: The siege of Pyke. We fought side by side one afternoon.

Jaime Lannister: That's where you got your scar?

Jory Cassel: Aye. One of the Greyjoys nearly took my eye.

Jaime Lannister: Vicious sons of whores.

Jory Cassel: They like their bloodshed.

Jaime Lannister: They stopped liking it at the end. That was a proper battle. D'yourememberThoros of Myr charging through the breach?

Jory Cassel: With his burning sword? I'll remember that till the day I die.

Jaime Lannister: I saw the youngest of the Greyjoy lads at Winterfell. It was like seeing a shark on a mountaintop.

Jory Cassel: Theon? He's a good lad.

Jaime Lannister: I doubt it.

Robert Baratheon: I'll bet you smell of blackberry jam! Let me smell it. Come here.

Jory Cassel: Can I leave this with you? The message from Lord Stark.

Jaime Lannister: I don't serve Lord Stark.

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In the mess hall at Castle Black.

Grenn: Where have you been?

Jon Snow: Watch duty. With Sam.

Pyp: Prince Porkchop. Where is he?

Jon Snow: He wasn't hungry.

Pyp: Impossible!

Jon Snow: That's enough. Sam's no different from the rest of us. There was no place for him in the world, so he's come here. We're not going to hurt him in the training yard anymore. Never again, no matter what Thorne says. He's our brother now and we're going to protect him.

Rast: You are in love, Lord Snow. You girls can do as you please. But if Thorne puts me up against Lady Piggy, I'm gonna slice me off a side of bacon.

All of the new recruits are sleeping. Jon, Ghost (his direwolf), Pyp and Grenn ambush and gag Rast as he sleeps. Jon threatens him.

Jon Snow: No one touches Sam.

Back in the training yard the next morning.Rast is defying Alliser and not attacking Sam.

Alliser Thorne: What are you waiting for? Attack him! You, get in there.

Grenn: Hit me. Go on, hit me! I yield! Yield yield. I yield.

Alliser Thorne: You think this is funny, do you? When you're out there beyond the Wall with the sun going down, do you want a man at your back? Or a sniveling boy?

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After their bath, Viserys drags Doreah by her hair through the camp and into Daenerys’ tent.

Viserys Targaryen: You send this whore to give me commands? I should have sent you back her head!

Doreah: Forgive me, Khaleesi. I did as you asked.

Daenerys Targaryen: Hush now. It's all right. Irri, take her and leave us.

Irri: Yes, Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen: Why did you hit her?!

Viserys Targaryen: How many times do I have to tell you? You do not command me.

Daenerys Targaryen: I wasn't commanding you. I just wanted to invite you to supper.

Viserys Targaryen: What's this?

Daenerys Targaryen: It's a gift. I had it made for you.

Viserys Targaryen: Dothraki rags? Are you going to dress me now?

Daenerys Targaryen: Please.

Viserys Targaryen: This stinks of manure. All of it.

Daenerys Targaryen: Stop - stop it.

Viserys Targaryen: You would turn me into one of them, wouldn't you? Next you'll want to braid my hair.

Daenerys Targaryen: You've no right to a braid. You've won no victories yet.

Viserys Targaryen: You do not talk back to me!

Viserys hit Daenerys, as he mounts her to keep hitting her, she fends him off with a chain.

Viserys Targaryen: You are a horselord's slut. And now you've woken the dragon...

Daenerys Targaryen: I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki! I am the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands.

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Inside the Castle Black mess hall, cleaning up.

Samwell Tarly: I know for a fact that some of the officers go to that brothel in Mole's Town.

Jon Snow: I wouldn't doubt it.

Samwell Tarly: Don't you think it's a little bit unfair? Making us take our vows while they sneak off for a little sally on the side?

Jon Snow: Sally on the side?

Samwell Tarly:It's silly, isn't it? What, we can't defend the Wall unless we're celibate? It's absurd.

Jon Snow: I didn't think you'd be so upset about it.

Samwell Tarly:Why not? Because I'm fat? But I like girls just as much as you do. They might not like me as much. I've never... been with one. You've probably had hundreds.

Jon Snow: As a matter of fact, I'm the same as you.

Samwell Tarly: I find that hard to believe.

Jon Snow: I came very close once. I was alone in a room with a naked girl, but...

Samwell Tarly:You didn't know where to put it?

Jon Snow: I know where to put it.

Samwell Tarly:Was she... Old and ugly?

Jon Snow: Young and gorgeous. A whore named Ros.

Samwell Tarly: What color hair?

Jon Snow: Red.

Samwell Tarly: I like red hair. And her... Her...

Jon Snow: You don't want to know.

Samwell Tarly: That good?

Jon Snow: Better.

Samwell Tarly: Oh no. So why exactly did you not make love to Ros with the perfect...

Jon Snow: What's my name?

Samwell Tarly: Jon Snow?

Jon Snow: And why is my surname Snow?

Samwell Tarly: Because... You're a bastard from the north.

Jon Snow: I never met my mother. My father wouldn't even tell me her name. I don't know if she's living or dead. I don't know if she's a noblewoman or a fisherman's wife... Or a whore. So I sat there in the brothel as Ros took off her clothes. But I couldn't do it. Because all I could think was what if I got her pregnant and she had a child, another bastard named Snow? It's not a good life for a child.

Samwell Tarly: So... You didn't know where to put it?

Alliser Thorne: Enjoying yourselves? You look cold, boys.

Samwell Tarly: It is a bit nippy.

Alliser Thorne: A bit nippy, yeah, by the fire, indoors. It's still summer. Do you boys even remember the last winter? How long has it been now? What, 10 years? I remember. Was it uncomfortable at Winterfell? Were there days when you just couldn't get warm, never mind how many fires your servants built?

Jon Snow: I build my own fires.

Alliser Thorne: That's admirable. I spent six months out there, beyond the Wall during the last winter. It was supposed to be a two-week mission. We heard a rumor ManceRayder was planning to attack Eastwatch. So we went out to look for some of his men... Capture them, gather some knowledge. The Wildlings who fight for ManceRayder are hard men. Harder than you'll ever be. They know their country better than we do. They knew there was a storm coming in. So they hid in their caves and waited for it to pass. And we got caught in the open. Wind so strong it yanked 100-foot trees straight from the ground, roots and all. If you took your gloves off to find your cock to have a piss, you lost a finger to the frost. And all in darkness. You don't know cold. Neither of you do. The horses died first. We didn't have enough to feed them, to keep them warm. Eating the horses was easy. But later when we started to fall... That wasn't easy. We should have had a couple of boys like you along, shouldn't we? Soft, fat boys like you. We'd have lasted a fortnight on you and still had bones leftover for soup. Soon we'll have new recruits and you lot will be passed along to the Lord Commander for assignment and they will call you men of the Night's Watch, but you'd be fools to believe it. You're boys still. And come the winter you will die... Like flies.

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Inside Daenerys’ tent, speaking privately to Jorah.

Daenerys Targaryen: I hit him. I hit the dragon.

Jorah Mormont: Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon. Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake.

Daenerys Targaryen: He is still the true King.

Jorah Mormont: The truth now: do you want to see your brother sitting on the Iron Throne?

Daenerys Targaryen: No. But the common people are waiting for him. Illyrio said they're sewing dragon banners and praying for his return.

Jorah Mormont: The common people pray for rain, health and a summer that never ends. They don't care what games the high Lords play.

Daenerys Targaryen:What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?

Jorah Mormont: Home.

Daenerys Targaryen: I pray for home too. My brother will never take back the Seven Kingdoms. He couldn't lead an army even if my husband gave him one. He'll never take us home.

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At the Hand of the King’s tournament. Baelish sees Sansa looking at Joffrey who hides his face from her.

Petyr Baelish: Lover's quarrel?

Sansa Stark: I'm sorry. Do I...?

Septa Mordane: Sansa dear, this is Lord Baelish. He's known...

Petyr Baelish: An old friend of the family. I've known your mother a long long time.

Arya Stark: Why do they call you Littlefinger?

Sansa Stark: Arya!

Septa Mordane: Don't be rude!

Petyr Baelish: No, it's quite all right. When I was a child I was very small and I come from a little spit of land called The Fingers, so you see, it's an exceedingly clever nickname.

Robert Baratheon: I've been sitting here for days! Start the damn joust before I piss myself!

The competitors step forward on their horses, Baelish introduces them to Sansa.

Sansa Stark: Gods, who is that?

Petyr Baelish: SerGregor Clegane. They call him the Mountain. The Hound's older brother.

Sansa Stark: And his opponent?

Petyr Baelish: Ser Hugh of the Vale. He was Jon Arryn's squire. Look how far he's come.

Robert Baratheon: Yes, yes. Enough of the bloody pomp. Have at it!

The joust begins. The first pass takes its course with no contact. On the second pass, the Mountain’s joust strikes Ser Hugh in the neck, causing a massive splinter, and his blood gushing out. This occurs directly in front of where Sansa is sitting.

Petyr Baelish: Not what you were expecting? Has anyone ever told you the story of the Mountain and the Hound? Lovely little tale of brotherly love. The Hound was just a pup, six years old maybe. Gregor a few years older, already a big lad, already getting a bit of a reputation. Some lucky boys just born with a talent for violence. One evening... Gregor found his little brother playing with a toy by the fire... Gregor's toy, a wooden knight.Gregor never said a word, he just grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck and shoved his face into the burning coals. Held him there while the boy screamed, while his face melted. There aren't very many people who know that story.

Sansa Stark: I won't tell anyone. I promise.

Petyr Baelish: No, please don't. If the Hound so much as heard you mention it, I'm afraid all the knights in King's Landing would not be able to save you.