왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 06x05) - Game of Thrones Script, 06x05 - The Door

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(theme music playing)

(knock at door)

Sansa: Yes?

(door opens)

For you, my lady.

How far is Mole's Town?

(footsteps)

Sansa.

Lady Brienne.

When I heard you had escaped Winterfell, I feared the worst.

You have no idea how happy I am to see you unharmed.

Unharmed?

What are you doing here?

I rode north with the Knights of the Vale to come to your aid.

They're encamped at Moat Cailin as we speak.

To come to my aid?

Did you know about Ramsay?

If you didn't know, you're an idiot.

If you did know, you're my enemy.

Would you like to hear about our wedding night?

He never hurt my face.

He needed my face, the face of Ned Stark's daughter.

But the rest of me, he did what he liked with the rest of me as long as I could still give him an heir.

What do you think he did?

I can't begin to contemplate--

What do you think he did to me?

Lady Sansa asked you a question.

He beat you.

Yes, he enjoyed that.

What else do you think he did?

Sansa, I--

What else?

Did he cut you?

Maybe you did know about Ramsay all along.

I didn't know.

I thought you knew everyone's secrets.

I made a mistake, a horrible mistake.

I underestimated a stranger.

The other things he did, ladies aren't supposed to talk about those things, but I imagine brothel keepers talk about them all the time.

I can still feel it.

I don't mean in my tender heart it still pains me so.

I can still feel what he did in my body standing here right now.

I'm so sorry.

You said you would protect me.

And I will. You must believe me when I tell you that I will.

I don't believe you anymore. I don't need you anymore.

You can't protect me.

You won't even be able to protect yourself if I tell Brienne to cut you down.

And why shouldn't I?

Do you want me to beg for my life?

If that's what you want, I will.

Whatever you ask that is in my power, I will do.

What if I want you to die here and now?

Then I will die.

You freed me from the monsters who murdered my family and you gave me to other monsters who murdered my family.

Go back to Moat Cailin.

My brother and I will take back the North on our own.

I never want to see you again.

I would do anything to undo what's been done to you.

I know that I can't.

Will you allow me to say one more thing before I go?

Your great-uncle Brynden the Blackfish has gathered what remains of the Tully forces and retaken Riverrun.

You might consider seeking him out.

The time may come when you need an army loyal to you.

I have an army.

Your brother's army.

Half-brother.

(staves clacking)

(grunting)

You're not ready.

You should go home before it's too late.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

You'll never be one of us, Lady Stark.

She has a point.

None of the first Faceless Men were born to lords and ladies.

They began as slaves in the mines of Valyria.

Who was the first?

He was no one.

The Many-Faced God taught him how to shed his face and how to give the gift.

The man taught others in exchange for their service.

Many served, many more gifts were given.

Soon all the masters and overseers were gone and the Faceless Men fled.

Where did they go?

Here.

They founded the Free City of Braavos and built this house.

These were the faces they wore in life when they were not wearing others.

The first Faceless Men.

And now a girl is one of them, if a girl desires.

A girl has no desires.

An actress who calls herself Lady Crane.

She performs at the theater in Sheelba Square.

A girl has been given a second chance.

There will not be a third.

One way or another, a face will be added to the hall.

(applause)

(horn blows)

(crowd laughs)

(farts)

Oh, murdered by a boar.

The great big hairy whore.

He dug in his tusks and dug out my guts and soon I am no more.

Oh, come, Father, in bed you must lie.

I love you, Father. Please don't die.

Shut up, you swine! Cersei, more wine.

(laughs)

I feel the winds of winter as they lick across the land.

And our son alone on that cold, cold throne without a guiding hand.

Who will teach him strength? Who will teach him grace?

To whom will he turn when it's time to learn to look darkness in the face?

Ned Stark will do fine. Now bring me more wine.

(crowd laughs)

(footsteps)

Ooh, what's happened here, then?

He brought you here, Ned Stark, 'cause you're the brightest fellow in the land.

You should be king of us all and I should be your Hand.

We men of the North are right good hands at keeping people lawful.

I'd ask him for permission, but he smells too bloody awful.

(screams)

(crowd laughs)

I die! I die!

And here I now must lie.

Oh, woe. Oh, no.

(farts)

(laughing)

Oh, I am about to go.

(farting)

Will you stay on as Joffrey's Hand?

The Iron Throne's what I demand.

You cannot.

I can.

You will not.

I will.

You dare not.

I dare yes.

The line of succession.

What's that mean?

The proper progression.

What's that mean?

The lawful ascension.

What's that mean?

(laughing)

(music playing)

(cheering)

So move along, give me my chair and there won't be no more trouble.

(grunts)

(crowd laughs)

But we had a deal all done and dusted.

I'm starting to think you can't be trusted.

(laughter, applause)

Save my father.

Truly you should. Killing the man will do you no good.

Save him, please.

Show him mercy.

Show the people what a good king should be.

Good people, you may all relax.

My father's friend shall be spared the--

(audience gasps)

(gasps)

(music playing)

Sansa actor: Father! No!

Oh, Father. Oh!

(laughter)

Tyrion actor: Worry not!

All is well.

I have here a decree from my father Tywin Lannister, the richest man you'll see.

He proclaims me Hand of the King.

The position's mine for life.

And he's given me permission to take Sansa as my wife.

(screams)

(crowd booing)

You'll learn that what I lack in height, I make up for in appetite.

(screams)

So let's forget about your plight, and go rehearse our wedding night.

(music playing)

(applause)

It's a wart. Two warts.

I've got two f*cking warts on my cock.

Well, don't worry, love. They usually go away in five or six years.

Oh, wash this, darling. It stinks of me.

You can do better, Bianca, dear. You must do.

I had two lines.

There are no small parts. You rang very false.

I rang very false?

What you need, love, is for someone to ring you true.

(laughs)

Bianca: You weren't complaining about me last night.

Tyrion actor: May I get you some wine, Lady Crane?

Lady Crane: I'm a rum girl, Bobono.

You need to know that if we're going to be intimate.

Of course we're going to be intimate.

It's only a matter of time.

(rum pouring)

To our children.

May they have your talent.

And your filthy mind.

(chuckles)

A girl will poison the rum.

Lady Crane is the only one who drinks it.

If a girl could use one of the faces from the hall...

A girl is not ready.

She's a good actress.

So a man has heard.

Seems like a decent woman.

Does death only come for the wicked and leave the decent behind?

Who wants her dead?

That does not matter. The price was paid.

The younger actress.

She's jealous because Lady Crane is better.

A girl must decide if she wants to serve the Many-Faced God.

A girl has decided.

A servant does not ask questions.

(raven cawing)

(ravens cawing)

(voices whispering)

(raven caws)

(whispering continues)

(whispering)

(breathing heavily)

No! No! No!

(screaming)

(screaming stops)

(ice crackling)

(gasps)

It was you.

You made the white walkers.

We were at war.

We were being slaughtered.

Our sacred trees cut down.

We needed to defend ourselves.

From whom?

From you.

From men.

Aeron: We speak in the presence of the Drowned God.

In his name we gather today to choose a new king as our leader.

Who makes a claim?

I am Yara Greyjoy, daughter of Balon Greyjoy, King of the Iron Islands.

I claim the Salt Throne.

We've never had a queen. Not once.

There are many things we've never done.

We've never made our mark upon the world.

The great lords of Westeros pay us no mind until our little raids buzz through their kingdoms long enough to become a nuisance.

Then they swat us down.

They conquer us, humiliate us, and go right back to forgetting we exist.

Men: Aye!

We are a sea people.

Our god is a sea god.

When I am queen, we will build a fleet that--

You shall not be queen!

I am not finished!

Yes, you are! A woman will not lead us.

Not when Balon's own male heir has returned.

I am Theon Greyjoy... last living son of Balon Greyjoy.

And she is your rightful ruler.

Men: Aye!

Those of you that have sailed under her, and there are many of you here, you know what she is.

She is a reaver.

She is a warrior.

She is ironborn!

We will find no better leader.

This is our queen.

(men cheering)

men (chanting): Yara! Yara! Yara!

I'm Euron Greyjoy.

I claim the Salt Throne.

(men murmuring)

Niece.

Nephew.

Little Theon.

Heard you managed to f*ck things right into the ground.

(men chuckle)

Captured a castle you couldn't keep.

Got yourself taken prisoner.

Even heard you have no cock.

(men laugh)

Explains why you think a woman can be king.

When did you return, Uncle?

A few days ago.

I had some things to take care of.

Long overdue.

I'm glad you're here.

Now I know what my first act as queen will be.

To execute the man who killed my father.

(men murmuring)

I did.

I killed him.

Threw him right over a rope bridge and watched him fall.

He was leading us nowhere and we would still be heading there if it weren't for me.

No one loved him. No one wanted to follow him.

He led us into two wars we couldn't win.

I apologize to you all for not killing him years ago.

That would have been hard to do.

You weren't here.

Last I heard, you were gallivanting around the world having a grand old time.

Gallivanting?

That the sort of thing you start to say once your dick gets chopped off?

(men laugh)

Did the great lords of Westeros teach you words like that?

You were gone.

Yara was here.

Being ironborn. Leading ironborn.

Getting ready to bring us back to glory.

Euron: And how will she do that?

I will build the largest fleet the world has ever seen.

Right idea, except I'm the one who's going to build the Iron Fleet because I'm the one who knows how to use it.

I've been all over the world.

I've seen more of it than all of you combined.

And across the sea there is a person who hates the great lords of Westeros just as much as we do.

Someone with a large army, three large dragons, and no husband.

I'm going to build that fleet and I'm going to gallivant right over and give it to Daenerys Targaryen along with my big cock.

(men laugh)

You're going to seduce the Dragon Queen?

I'm not going to seduce her. The Iron Fleet will seduce her.

And together we're going to take the Seven Kingdoms.

I wasn't born to be king.

I paid the iron price and here I stand.

(cheering)

men (chanting): Euron! Euron! Euron! Euron! Euron! Euron! Euron! Euron!

May Euron, your servant, be born again from the sea as you were.

Bless him with salt. Bless him with stone.

Bless him with steel.

Listen to the waves. Listen to the god.

He is speaking to us and he says we shall have no king but Euron Greyjoy.

Let the sea wash your follies and your vanities away.

Let the old Euron drown. Let his lungs fill with seawater. Let the fish eat the scales off his eyes.

What is dead may never die, but rises again harder and stronger.

(gagging, coughing)

(gasping)

What is dead may never die.

All: What is dead may never die.

(cheers)

Where are my niece and nephew?

Let's go murder them.

Aeron: They stole our best ships.

Won't be enough to save them.

Go back to your homes.

Chop down every tree you can find.

Quarter-saw the timber and start building.

I want every man bending planks.

I want every woman spinning flax for sails.

Build me a thousand ships and I will give you this world.

I banished you twice.

You came back twice.

And you saved my life.

So I can't take you back and I can't send you away.

You must send me away.

Is there a cure?

I don't know.

How long does it take?

I don't know that either.

But I've seen what happens when it goes far enough.

I'll end things before that.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

All I've ever wanted was to serve you.

Tyrion Lannister was right.

I love you.

I'll always love you.

Good-bye, khaleesi.

Do not walk away from your queen, Jorah the Andal.

You have not been dismissed.

You pledged yourself to me.

You swore to obey my commands for the rest of your life.

Well, I command you to find the cure wherever it is in this world.

I command you to heal yourself and then return to me.

When I take the Seven Kingdoms, I need you by my side.

In the last fortnight since our pact with the Masters, how many killings have been carried out by the Sons of the Harpy?

None.

And how many Masters have been butchered by the free men?

Two, but that was the day of the pact.

Since then, nothing.

So it's safe to say that a fragile peace has taken hold.

For now.

For now is the best we get in our profession.

It's not enough.

Considering the city was on the brink of civil war, I'd say it's a good start.

It's not enough for Meereen to have peace.

They need to know Daenerys is responsible for it.

The Sons of the Harpy have a good story.

Resist the foreign invaders.

Our queen has an even better story.

Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains and all that.

The people know who brought them freedom.

Yes, but do they know who brought them security?

Who brought about an end to the violence?

We need someone the people trust, someone they know cannot be bought or influenced.

Sounds like quite the hero. Where would we find him?

Who said anything about "him"?

That's about the extent of my Valyrian.

Thank you for travelling all this way.

I know from personal experience how uncomfortable the journey can be.

The truth is we need your help.

We had hoped that we could somehow persuade you to--

You don't need to persuade me.

I came to help.

Daenerys Stormborn is the one who was promised.

From the fire she was reborn to remake the world.

She has freed the slaves from their chains and crucified the Masters for their sins.

She did indeed.

Her dragons are fire made flesh, a gift from the Lord of Light.

But you heard all of this before, haven't you?

On the Long Bridge of Volantis.

The dragons will purify nonbelievers by the thousands, burning their sins and flesh away.

Ideally we'd avoid purifying too many nonbelievers.

The Mother of Dragons has followers of many different faiths.

You want your queen to be worshipped and obeyed.

And while she's gone, you want her advisors to be worshipped and obeyed.

I'd settle for obeyed.

I will summon my most eloquent priests.

They will spread the word.

Daenerys has been sent to lead the people against the darkness in this war and in the great war still to come.

That sounds most excellent.

A man named Stannis Baratheon was anointed as the chosen one by one of your priestesses.

He, too, had a glorious destiny.

He attacked King's Landing and was soundly defeated by the man standing beside me.

Last I had heard, he had been defeated again, this time at Winterfell and this time for good.

We'd be most grateful for any support you could provide the queen.

I suppose it's hard for a fanatic to admit a mistake.

Isn't that the whole point of being a fanatic?

You're always right.

Everything is the Lord's will.

Everything is the Lord's will.

But men and women make mistakes.

Even honest servants of the Lord.

And you, an honest servant of the Lord, why should I trust you to know any more than the priestess who counseled Stannis?

My friend has a healthy skepticism of religion, but we are all loyal supporters of the queen.

Everyone is what they are and where they are for a reason.

Terrible things happen for a reason.

Take what happened to you, Lord Varys, when you were a child.

If not for your mutilation at the hand of a second-rate sorcerer, you wouldn't be here helping the Lord's Chosen bring his light into the world.

Knowledge has made you powerful.

But there's still so much you don't know.

Do you remember what you heard that night when the sorcerer tossed your parts in the fire?

You heard a voice call out from the flames. Do you remember?

Should I tell you what the voice said?

Should I tell you the name of the one who spoke?

We serve the same queen.

If you are her true friend, you have nothing to fear from me.

(raven caws)

(wind howling)

What?

(gasps)

(gasps)

(screams)

He saw me, the Night King!

He saw me!

He touched you.

I don't know. He was close, but--

He touched you.

He knows you are here. He'll come for you.

But he can't get in.

He can now. His mark is on you.

You must leave, all of you.

Meera: Come on, Hodor. Help me with the sledge.

Hodor.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

The time has come.

The time for what?

For you to become me.

But am I ready?

We can't defend the north from the walkers and the south from the Boltons.

If we want to survive, we need Winterfell and to take Winterfell, we need more men.

Davos: Aside from the Starks and the Boltons, the most powerful houses in the North are the Umbers, the Karstarks, and the Manderlys.

The Umbers and the Karstarks have already declared for the Boltons, so we're not doing so well there.

The Umbers gave Rickon to our enemies. They can hang.

But the Karstarks declared for Ramsay without knowing they had another choice.

I beg your pardon, my lady, but they know that a Stark beheaded their father.

I don't think we can count on them either.

How well do you know the North, Ser Davos?

Precious little, my lady.

My father always said Northerners are different.

More loyal, more suspicious of outsiders.

They may well be loyal, but how many rose up against the Boltons when they betrayed your family?

I may not know the North, but I know men.

They're more or less the same in any corner of the world and even the bravest of them don't want to see their wives and children skinned for a lost cause.

If Jon's going to convince them to fight alongside him, they need to believe it's a fight they can win.

There are more than three other houses in the North--

Glover, Mormont, Cerwyn, Mazin, Hornwood.

Two dozen more. Together they equal all the others.

We can start small and build.

Sansa: The North remembers.

They remember the Stark name.

People will still risk everything for it, from White Harbor to Ramsay's own door.

I don't doubt it.

But Jon doesn't have the Stark name.

No, but I do.

Jon is every bit as much Ned Stark's son as Ramsay is Roose Bolton's.

And there are also the Tullys. They're not Northern, but they will back us against the Boltons without question.

I didn't know the Tullys still had an army.

My uncle the Blackfish has reformed it and retaken Riverrun.

How do you know that?

Ramsay received a raven before I escaped Winterfell.

That's good.

The Blackfish is a legend.

His support would mean a great deal.

Stark, Tully, a few more houses, almost starts to look like a winning side.

I've sworn to protect you, my lady.

You heard them. We need more men and my uncle has an army.

We can send the Blackfish a raven.

Can't risk Ramsay intercepting it.

It has to be you.

Ride for Riverrun. My uncle will talk to you and you'll know how to talk to him.

What is it?

I don't like leaving you here alone.

With Jon?

Not him. He seems trustworthy.

A bit brooding, perhaps.

I suppose that's understandable, considering.

The others, though.

Davos and the Red Woman helped a man murder his own brother with bloodmagic.

And when Stannis paid for his crime, where were they?

Already out looking for a leader with better prospects.

And that wildling fellow with the beard--

Jon isn't Tormund. Jon isn't Davos, the Red Woman or Stannis for that matter. Jon is Jon.

He's my brother. He'll keep me safe. I trust him.

Then why did you lie to him when he asked you how you learned about Riverrun?

New dress?

I made it myself. Do you like it?

Yeah, it's-- I like the wolf bit.

Good, because I made this for you.

I made it like the one Father used to wear.

As near as I can remember.

Thank you, Sansa.

You're welcome.

Don't knock it down while I'm gone.

I'll do my best.

Good luck.

Should we close the gate, Lord Commander?

I'm not the Lord Comman-- yeah, ahem, close the bloody gate.

(raven caws)

Meera: We can go home now, Hodor.

Well, maybe not home home, but somewhere that isn't a cave.

(chuckles) Hodor.

Eat something that isn't moss.

I want an egg. How do you like 'em?

Boiled? Fried up with some butter?

(laughs) Hodor.

With a rasher of bacon and some blood sausage.

Hodor.

Get Bran and run!

(white walkers snarling)

Bran. Bran, wake up.

Bran.

Hodor. Hodor.

Bran, wake up.

Man: Gods keep you on the kingsroad.

Woman: Take it easy.

Watch yourself.

Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Help me!

(shouts)

Leaf: Go!

(shrieking)

Rickard: Remember that you are a Stark.

Comport yourself with dignity at the Vale and try to stay out of fights.

Yes, Father.

But if you have to fight, win.

Bran! Bran, wake up!

(snarling)

(grunts)

(branches breaking)

(screams)

(growls)

Bran! Bran! Bran, wake up.

Bran! Bran, wake up!

Hodor. Hodor.

You have to wake up.

We need Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Meera: Bran, we need Hodor.

Bran, you have to wake up. We need Hodor.

(screaming)

(shrieks)

Hodor. Hodor.

(snarling)

Bran, we're all going to die!

Meera: Bran, wake up!

We're all going to die! Bran! Bran!

Bran, you have to wake up. We need Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Warg into Hodor now!

Bran, wake up. We need Hodor.

We need Hodor. Warg into Hodor now! Now!

Listen to your friend, Brandon.

Hodor: Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

(shrieks)

(gasps)

(groans)

(Summer barking)

(growling)

Summer!

Leaf: Go.

(yelping)

(snarling)

Three-Eyed Raven: The time has come.

Leave me.

What are you doing?

(snarling)

(snarling)

(grunts)

Hodor, hurry!

(grunts)

Hodor!

Hold the door!

Meera: Hold the door!

Hold the door!

Hold the door!

(thumping)

(wights snarling)

Hold the door!

Meera: Hold the door!

Nan: Wylis!

What's the matter?

Hold the door!

Come on, son.

Hold the door!

(snarling continues)

(shouts)

(screams)

Hold the door! Hold the door! Hold the door! Hold the door! Hold the door!

Hold the door!

Hold the door! Hold the door!

Hold the door! Hold the door!

Hold the door! Hold the door! Hold the door! Hold the door! Hold the door! Hold door!

Hold door! Hold the door!

Hold the door! Hold door! Hold door! Hold door! Hodor!

Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor!

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 06x04) - Game of Thrones Script, 06x04 - Book of the Stranger

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( theme music playing )

Game of Thrones
Season 6 Episode 04
Book of the Stranger
Original Air Date on May 15, 2016

( wind howling )

( distant man shouting )

( metal clanging )

( rustling, chair scrapes )

Where you gonna go?

South.

What are you gonna do?

Get warm.

I was with you at Hardhome.

We saw what's out there.

We know it's coming here.

How can you leave us now?

I did everything I could. You know that.

You swore a vow.

Aye, I pledged my life to the Night's Watch.

I gave my life.

For all nights to come.

They killed me, Edd! My own brothers.

You want me to stay here after that?

( horn blowing )

Man: Riders approaching!

Man #2: Open the gate!

( people murmuring )

This is good soup.

Do you remember those kidney pies Old Nan used to make?

With the peas and onions?

We never should have left Winterfell.

Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left?

I want to scream at myself "Don't go, you idiot."

How could we know?

I spent a lot of time thinking about what an ass I was to you.

I wish I could change everything.

We were children.

I was awful, just admit it.

( chuckles )

You were occasionally awful.

I'm sure I can't have been great fun.

Always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played.

Can you forgive me?

There's nothing to forgive.

Forgive me.

All right.

All right, I forgive you.

( laughs )

( coughing )

( laughs )

You'd think after thousands of years, the Night's Watch would have learned how to make a good ale.

Where will you go?

Where will we go?

If I don't watch over you, Father's ghost will come back and murder me.

Where will we go?

I can't stay here, not after what happened.

There's only one place we can go.

Home.

Should we tell the Boltons to pack up and leave?

We'll take it back from them.

I don't have an army.

How many wildlings did you save?

They didn't come here to serve me.

They owe you their lives.

You think they'll be safe here if Roose Bolton remains Warden of the North?

Sansa.

Winterfell is our home.

It's ours and Arya's and Bran's and Rickon's.

Wherever they are, it belongs to our family.

We have to fight for it.

I'm tired of fighting.

It's all I've done since I left home.

I've killed brothers of the Night's Watch.

I've killed wildlings. I've killed men that I admire.

I hanged a boy younger than Bran.

I fought and I lost.

If we don't take back the North, we'll never be safe.

I want you to help me.

But I'll do it myself if I have to.

My lady.

Ser Davos.

Will you stay here at Castle Black?

I will do as Jon Snow commands.

You serve Jon Snow now?

He's the prince that was promised.

Forgive me, my lady, I thought that was Stannis.

What happened down there?

There was a battle. Stannis was defeated.

And Shireen?

What happened to the princess?

I saw what happened.

I saw Stannis' forces defeated in the field.

My lady, I'm Ser Davos Seaworth.

We've met before.

I was Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon.

Before Renly was assassinated with bloodmagic.

That's in the past now.

Yes, it's in the past.

It doesn't mean I forget.

Or forgive.

He admitted it, you know.

Who did?

Stannis.

Just before I executed him.

( sighs )

( horses approaching )

( horse whinnies )

The Defender of the Vale!

Uncle Petyr!

My lord.

Come and see.

I missed your name day.

Go on.

( screeches )

( gasps ) A falcon!

A gyrfalcon.

The greatest and rarest of birds.

Last time I saw you, Baelish, you told me you were taking Sansa Stark home with you to the Fingers.

Indeed I was.

And yet not long ago, we received reports that she has been married to Ramsay Bolton in Winterfell.

On our way to the Fingers, we were set upon by a large force of Bolton men.

Seemed to know exactly when we were traveling and exactly whom we were transporting.

Do you take me for a fool?

Tell me, Lord Royce, how many people knew of my travel plans with Sansa Stark?

I shared my intentions with you and no one else.

Slander a man in his own home, you might find yourself crossing swords with him.

Your home is the Vale.

The Lord of the Vale stands before us.

And only his judgment concerns me.

Robin: Shall we throw him through the Moon Door?

My lord.

My lord, I have always been faithful to House Arryn.

To your father, to your mother, and now to you.

Do you believe him, Uncle Petyr?

( screeches )

Lord Royce has served the Vale well.

He's enjoyed a distinguished military career.

If we could trust his absolute loyalty, he would make a capable commander in the wars to come.

You can trust my absolute loyalty, my lord.

I think he deserves one more chance. What do you say?

Fine.

I bring good news.

My friends in the North tell me Sansa has escaped Winterfell.

I expect she's headed to Castle Black where her brother serves as Lord Commander.

But she won't be safe there, not with the Boltons after her.

( sighs )

She's my cousin.

We should help her.

That was my instinct as well.

Our lord has spoken.

Gather the Knights of the Vale.

The time has come to join the fray.

( birds screeching )

Grey Worm: You invite the enemy into our city?

I did.

As a clever man once told me "We make peace with our enemies, not our friends."

Grey Worm: I don't make peace with the queen's enemies.

I kill the queen's enemies.

Yes, that's the military approach.

And how has that worked here in Meereen?

I represent the diplomatic approach.

Our queen tried to make peace with the Masters and they tried to murder her.

We enter these negotiations with open eyes.

Trust me. My own recent experience with slavery has taught me the horrors of that institution.

How many days were you a slave?

( stammers ) Long enough to know.

Not long enough to understand.

I bought this dwarf for a single gold honor.

And somehow you've risen to the top of the Great Pyramid of Meereen.

It's most impressive.

And now you speak for the Good Masters of Astapor.

Here's to reversals of fortune.

We came here to meet the queen and instead we're greeted by a dwarf and a eunuch.

Let's make this simple, shall we? Tell me what you want.

We want you to leave Slaver's Bay.

Take your dragons and your mercenaries and go.

Queen Daenerys won't stay in Meereen forever.

Her path takes her westward.

When we last met, I offered her ships so she could return to Westeros where she belongs. She refused them.

She refused them because hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children still lived in chains.

As they have since the dawn of time.

Not anymore.

You think you're a free man now?

You still follow orders.

Just because your master has silver hair and tits doesn't mean she's not a master.

Friends, friends, friends, please.

There have always been those with wealth and power and those with nothing.

That is the way of the world.

I'm not here to change the way of the world.

Slavery is the way of our world.

You don't need slaves to make money.

There haven't been slaves in Westeros for hundreds of years and I grew up richer than any of you.

But our queen recognizes that she erred by abolishing slavery without providing a new system to replace it.

So here is the queen's proposal.

Slavery will never return to Meereen, but she will give the other cities of Slaver's Bay time to adjust to the new order.

What does that mean?

Instead of abolishing slavery overnight, we will give you seven years to end the practice.

Slaveholders will be compensated for their losses, of course, at fair prices.

In exchange, you will cut off your support for the Sons of the Harpy.

We do not support the Sons of the Harpy.

Fine, fine, but you will cut it off all the same.

I do hope you accept, my friends.

You will not receive a better offer.

( rings bell )

Let us sail on the tide of freedom instead of being drowned by it.

And as a parting gift to our honored guests...

Give freedom a chance.

See if it doesn't taste every bit as good as what came before.

( whispering in Valyrian )

( Tyrion speaking Valyrian )

Perhaps I should translate for you.

Man: We speak the Common Tongue.

Excellent.

You met with the slavers today.

Tyrion: I did.

Our brothers and sisters died fighting this scum.

Now you invite them to our city and drink wine with them.

I imagine this room was built so the rulers could intimidate the ruled.

But I am not your ruler.

I'm not the Breaker of Chains.

I'm not the Unburnt.

And I am certainly not the Mother of Dragons.

You are a stranger here.

So why do you represent Meereen in these talks with our enemies?

Because our queen chose me as her advisor.

Until she returns from her travels--

When does she return?

Soon. You have my word.

We don't know you. We don't trust you. We know Torgo Nudho.

We fight with him against the Masters. We trust him.

And that is exactly why Grey Worm took part in these negotiations.

As commander of the Unsullied, he knows how to defeat the slavers and he knows when it is time to make peace.

You have made peace with the slavers?

Tyrion: We offered terms.

( speaking Valyrian )

Do not use me for your lies.

Those men respect you.

They respect me because they know who I am.

They know I am loyal.

As do I.

I am loyal to my queen, not you.

If you betray her work, you are my enemy.

I am not betraying her work. I am trying to save her city.

You promised the slavers they could keep slavery.

For a short time.

Seven years is not a short time for a slave.

You're right.

Slavery is a horror that should be ended at once.

War is a horror that should be ended at once.

I can't do both today.

You are wrong to trust these men.

I don't trust the Masters. I trust their self-interest.

They're trustworthy if they're convinced that working with me is in their self-interest.

You don't know them. You don't understand them.

We are not human in their eyes.

They look at me and see a weapon.

They look at her and see a whore.

They look at me and they see a misshapen little beast.

Their contempt is their weakness.

They'll underestimate us every time and we will use that to our advantage.

You will not use them.

They will use you. That is what they do.

( bird screeching )

( breathing heavily )

You all right?

Why don't you sit and catch your breath?

I'm fine.

( chuckles )

I don't think you could ride the dragon.

20 years ago, maybe.

What?

Our queen.

She's wild, you know. Don't let her size fool you.

It's hard enough for me and I'm a young man.

You, I don't think your heart could take it.

Must make you angry that our queen chose me.

Makes me sad. You'll disappoint her before long.

She'll move on.

We'll all disappoint her before long.

We need each other right now. After we're done needing each other--

Oh, I don't want to fight you, Jorah the Andal.

What do I have to gain?

If I win, I'm the sh1t who killed an old man.

If I lose, I'm the sh1t who was killed by an old man.

You didn't get much discipline as a child, did you?

None.

The road running through the Horse Gate, they call that the godsway.

Eastern Market, Western Market.

When Khal Drogo died, she was supposed to come here and join the Dosh Khaleen, the widows of the dead khals.

That's where they would have taken her the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen.

What are you doing?

It's forbidden to carry weapons in the sacred city.

Isn't it forbidden to sneak into their city and steal their khaleesi?

If they spot us and we're unarmed, we'll say we're traders heading for the Western Market.

But if they see weapons...

You're asking a dog to hand over his teeth.

There's 100,000 of them down there.

We can't fight our way out.

We wait till dark, and then we'll find her.

Uh...

I'm very attached to this knife.

Don't worry. It didn't touch you.

You know what happens?

I know what happens.

I'll do it myself.

( drum music playing )

( chatter )

( moaning )

I should have been born a Dothraki.

( men speaking Dothraki )

Come on.

( continues in Dothraki )

( speaking Dothraki )

( grunting )

( shouts )

( shouting in Dothraki )

( bone cracks )

( choking )

( squelches )

( gasping )

Told you, I'm very attached to this knife.

You all right?

If they find a body with a stab wound, the whole city will be looking for us.

( grunting )

( thuds )

( women speaking Dothraki )

Mm-hmm.

No, don't hurt her.

She'll give us away.

We have to go now.

( whimpering )

We will never get out of Vaes Dothrak alive.

All we can do is try.

We can do more than that.

And you're going to help me.

( speaking Dothraki )

If I were to let you leave right now, where would you go?

( door closes )

What would you seek out?

I'd go to my brother, my husband, my family.

Of course, but for you, that means seeking out money, finery, power.

Seeking out your family means seeking out sin.

I'm not maligning you.

I sought those things out, too.

To the exclusion of all else.

My father was a cobbler.

He died when I was young and I took over his shop.

He was a simple man and he made simple shoes.

But I found that the more work I put into my shoes, the more people wanted them.

Fine leather, ornamentation, detailing, and time.

Time most of all.

Dozens of hours spent on a single pair.

Quality takes time.

( chuckles ) Yes.

I imagine you've worn a year of someone's life on your back.

The highborn liked to cover their feet with my time and they paid well for the privilege.

I used their money to buy a taste of their lives for myself.

Each time I indulged,

I felt myself ascending to something better.

And one day you walked through a graveyard and realized it was all for nothing and set out on the path to righteousness.

Book of the Stranger, verse 25.

You know "The Seven-Pointed Star."

Septa Unella reads it to me. At me.

Yes, yes, she does enjoy reading at people.

You're close.

But it wasn't a graveyard.

It was a feast.

I bought old fine wine and young pretty girls and invited my friends to come and share it all.

We passed around the wine, passed around the women, and soon we fell into a stupor.

I woke before dawn.

I could barely stand.

Everyone else was asleep on the couches or on the floor, lying in heaps next to their fine clothes.

The truth of their bodies laid bare.

I could smell them beneath the incense and the perfume and the fine food that had already started to turn.

And I saw it with perfect clarity.

I saw what my sins were.

The gold I had, the wine I drank, the women I used, my ceaseless struggle to maintain my position.

It was all part of a story.

A story I was telling myself about who I was.

A collection of lies that would disappear in the light.

The people I was trying to climb away from, the beggars in the street the poor, they were closer to the truth than I ever was.

So what did you do?

I left to go and find them.

I didn't even put on my shoes.

I walked out the door and never went back.

Come, let's go and see him.

Your brother.

( door locks )

Loras.

Loras.

( sobbing )

Listen to me.

You need to stay strong.

I can't stay strong.

I never was strong.

You are strong.

You are the future of our house, the future of our family.

I don't care about that.

Have you-- have you told them that?

That you don't care?

I just want it to stop.

Help me.

( sobbing )

They want me to help you.

They want me to help tear you down.

They want me to help tear you down.

That's why he's letting me see you.

I know it is.

And if either of us give in to what they want, then they win.

Let them win.

Just make it stop.

Please.

( sobbing )

All right.

Pycelle: And now, how to avert disaster with our current predicament.

This High Sparrow.

I have dealt with fanatics of every description, Your Grace.

Not setting them off, that's the most important thing.

You are beset with enemies both within and without.

What are you doing here?

I am advising the king on our current predicament.

Leave.

I am a member of the small council.

The king--

Is this a small council meeting?

Obviously not.

I'm here to lend my wisdom and my support.

Thank you for your counsel, Grand Maester.

That will be all for now.

Your Grace.

Since I've missed the past several small council meetings, I wanted to speak to you about a few things.

I've been thinking about the High Sparrow.

As have we all, unfortunately.

We need to be careful in dealing with such a man.

To prevent things from escalating any further.

We have to be careful not to antagonize him.

He has Margaery. We can't put her at risk.

He's dangerous.

Look at me.

What did they do to me?

To the king's own mother?

It's all right.

It's done. It's in the past.

And of course Margaery's safety is paramount.

You don't like Margaery, do you?

Whether I like her or not is completely unimportant.

Margaery is the queen.

Queens must command respect. Kings even more so.

Not just for their own sake, but for everyone's.

The High Sparrow has no respect for kings or queens.

No respect for anything in this world.

He has no use for the things of this world.

He wants to knock them down and replace them with what?

With fantasies.

With beggars in the street.

With nothing.

Mother... there's something I want to tell you.

Something the High Sparrow told me.

You've spoken with him?

I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone. If he found out I told--

It would be a breach of confidence which he would not take lightly given his constant prattling about the truth.

I am your mother.

You can always trust me.

( door opens )

The small council meeting has been postponed on the king's orders.

I would have thought we were perfectly clear the first time.

You're not welcome.

You once spoke of your respect for our father because he understood the necessity of working with one's rivals.

My dear, you have been stripped of your dignity and authority, publically shamed, and confined to the Red Keep.

( chuckles ) What's left to work with?

Jaime: Cersei is the mother of the king.

She has the king's ear and his trust.

And the king has been speaking regularly with the High Sparrow about Queen Margaery and Ser Loras.

The High Sparrow seized power knowing full well we'd bicker amongst ourselves instead of seizing it back.

Here we are. Well done to us.

Now the future of the Seven Kingdoms rests in his dirty peasant hands.

In a few days, he'll have a trial for me.

But before that, Queen Margaery will make her walk of atonement.

Yes, Margaery will repent her sins before the good people of the city.

Oh, no.

That cannot happen.

That will not happen.

I agree.

You've got the second largest army in Westeros.

You'll bring them into the city, stop Queen Margaery's humiliation before it starts, and take her back into Crown custody.

The king has ordered me to take no action against the High Sparrow or the Faith Militant out of fear for the queen's safety.

You will take no action at all.

When the Tyrell armies come, you will stand down.

Are you expressly forbidden from standing down?

No, but if the king should call--

The whole thing will be over before anyone can call on you to do anything.

When the High Sparrow is in custody or dead, preferably, and Margaery's back at Tommen's side, do you think the king will be angry at the outcome?

You hate these fanatics as much as we do.

You hate what they've done to your son.

Do you want Lancel back?

Or have you given him up for good?

Of course I want him back.

Then stand aside and let the people that took him from you be destroyed.

If it doesn't go as planned, the sparrows have many friends in this city.

We'll have civil war. Many will die.

Many will die no matter what we do.

Better them than us.

( chatter )

( fire crackling )

They told me you were home and I didn't believe it.

"Theon Greyjoy?" I said.

"He's dead. He's been dead a long time."

He let you go?

I escaped.

I can't hear you.

I escaped.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Men died trying to rescue you.

Good men.

My men.

I'm sorry.

You were my brother.

You were a spoiled little c**t, but you were my brother and I risked everything for you and you betrayed me.

I know. I know and I'm sorry.

Stop saying that.

He broke me.

He broke me into 1,000 pieces.

I know.

You don't know.

He sent us one of those pieces.

That's why I came for you.

( sobbing )

Why did you come here?

Where else could I go?

You heard Father was dead and you thought you'd claim the crown?

No, no. I only heard he died after we docked.

You happen to show up on Pyke right before the kingsmoot?

I didn't know.

You think any ironborn wants you to be king after what you've done?

I don't want to be king.

What do you want?

I should have listened to you. You're the only one--

That doesn't matter anymore. Stop crying.

Look at me.

Tell me what you want.

You should rule the Iron Islands.

Let me help you.

They've cleaned you up nicely.

You know who I am?

A lord.

A lord.

You've seen my banners?

The flayed man.

Does that worry you at all?

You eat them after?

( chuckles )

( scoffs ) Then I've seen worse.

You served the Starks?

Aye. They put me in chains and put a sword at my throat, so I served them.

The Starks have been gone for a long time, but you kept protecting Rickon.

He'd fetch a good price to the right buyer.

I served his family a long time.

Didn't get no wages.

Way I see it, I'm owed.

Be that as it may, Rickon's not yours to sell anymore.

He's mine.

So what use could I possibly have for you?

( scoffs )

I can give you what you want.

And you're sure you know what that is?

Same thing men always want.

And when they really want it, they give it a bath first.

( moans )

You're a good talker.

I like that.

You're a much better talker than Theon Greyjoy.

That so?

I had to work hard to get him talking.

But he talked.

They all do.

He told me everything.

All about the Stark boys, who helped them escape, and how she did it.

( sighs )

Man: Open the gate!

Sorry about the food.

It's not what we're known for.

That's all right. There are more important things.

( door opens )

A letter for you, Lord Commander.

I'm not Lord Commander anymore.

"To the traitor and b*st*rd Jon Snow.

You allowed thousands of wildlings past the Wall.

You have betrayed your own kind.

You have betrayed the North.

Winterfell is mine, b*st*rd. Come and see.

Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon.

His direwolf's skin is on my floor.

Come and see.

I want my bride back.

Send her to me, b*st*rd, and I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers.

Keep her from me and I will ride north and slaughter every wildling man, woman, and babe living under your protection.

You will watch as I skin them living.

You--"

Go on.

It's just more of the same.

"You will watch as my soldiers take turns raping your sister. You will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother. Then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North."

Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

His father's dead.

Ramsay killed him.

And now he has Rickon. - We don't know that.

Yes, we do.

How many men does he have in his army?

I heard him say 5,000 once when he was talking about Stannis's attack.

How many do you have?

That can march and fight?

2,000.

The rest are children and old people.

You're the son of the last true Warden of the North.

Northern families are loyal. They'll fight for you if you ask.

A monster has taken our home and our brother.

We have to go back to Winterfell and save them both.

( speaking Dothraki )

( door opens )

( door closes )

( laughs )

( laughing )

( shouting )

( screams )

( Dothraki screaming )

( screaming )

( music playing )

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 06x03) - Game of Thrones Script, 06x03 - Oathbreaker

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(theme music playing)

(man breathing)

(breathing continues)

(breathing heavily)

(Ghost panting, whines)

(gasping)

Easy, easy.

Easy.

What do you remember?

They stabbed me.

Olly... he put a knife in my heart.

I shouldn't be here.

The lady brought you back.

Afterwards, after they stabbed you, after you died, where did you go?

What did you see?

Nothing.

There was nothing at all.

The Lord let you come back for a reason.

Stannis was not the prince who was promised, but someone has to be.

Could you give us a moment?

You were dead.

And now you're not.

That's completely f*cking mad, seems to me.

I can only imagine how it seems to you.

I did what I thought was right.

And I got murdered for it.

And now I'm back.

I don't know.

Maybe we'll never know.

What does it matter?

You go on.

You fight for as long as you can.

You clean up as much of the sh1t as you can.

I don't know how to do that.

I thought I did, but...

I failed.

Good.

Now go fail again.

(door opens)

They think you're some kind of god.

The man who returned from the dead.

I'm not a god.

I know that.

I saw your pecker.

What kind of god would have a pecker that small?

(both chuckle)

(winces)

(winces)

Your eyes are still brown.

Is that still you in there?

I think so.

Hold off on burning my body for now.

(laughs)

That's funny.

You sure that's still you in there?

(laughs)

(thunder crashing)

(chatter)

(Sam groans)

You all right?

Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

Did I ever tell you I used to think the sea was called the see because it was nothing but water as far as the eye could see?

I don't think so.

Sea, see.

They're spelled different, but they sound the same.

Yeah, they do.

It was before I learned how to read, obviously.

Sam, are you going to be sick?

Won't be long. We'll be in the south soon.

I'm excited to see Oldtown.

Captain says it's the most beautiful city in Westeros.

Are you going to vomit again?

No. No, no, no.

The Citadel doesn't admit women.

There won't be a place for you there or for Little Sam.

I stayed at Castle Black. There's no women allowed there.

The Citadel isn't Castle Black.

I don't have a Jon Snow or Maester Aemon to help me bend the rules.

I'll stay in Oldtown, then.

By yourself?

With a baby and no money?

So if we're not going to Oldtown, where are you taking me?

To my home.

Horn Hill.

My father's-- well, my father, but my mother's a kind woman and my sister's lovely.

They'll take care of you both.

"Wherever you go, I go, too."

That's what you said.

I said that because I want you and Little Sam to be safe.

That's all I want-- to become a maester so I can help Jon when the time comes so you'll be safe.

Us and everyone else in the world.

I don't care about them.

Well, no, I do, but I don't really.

I care about you and him.

I know that, Sam.

And he does, too.

You're the only one who ever has.

If you think it's for the best, we trust you.

I'd feel better if you threw something at me and stormed off.

I'd never do that to the father of my son.

(coughs)

(horses whinny)

(distant horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

That's my father.

The man beside him is Howland Reed, Meera's father.

Ser Arthur Dayne.

The Sword of the Morning.

Father said he was the best swordsman he ever saw.

Lord Stark.

I looked for you on the Trident.

We weren't there.

Your friend the usurper would lie beneath the ground if we had been.

The Mad King is dead.

Rhaegar lies beneath the ground.

Why weren't you there to protect your prince?

Our prince wanted us here.

Where's my sister?

I wish you good fortune in the wars to come.

And now it begins.

Now it ends.

(shouts)

(groans)

(shouts)

(gurgles)

(groans)

He's better than my father.

Far better.

But Father beat him.

Did he?

I know he did.

Heard the story a thousand times.

(grunts)

He stabbed him in the back.

(woman screams)

What's in the tower?

That's enough for one day.

We'll visit again another time.

I want to see where he's going.

Time to go.

(screaming continues)

Father!

(gasps)

Why did you do that?

Take me back there. I want to go back.

He heard me.

Maybe.

Maybe he heard the wind.

He heard me.

The past is already written. The ink is dry.

What's in that tower?

I want to go back there.

I've told you many times, stay too long where you don't belong and you will never return.

Why do I want to return?

So I can be a cripple again?

So I can talk to an old man in a tree?

You think I wanted to sit here for 1,000 years watching the world from a distance as the roots grew through me?

So why did you?

I was waiting for you.

I don't want to be you.

(laughs) I don't blame you.

You won't be here forever.

You won't be an old man in a tree.

But before you leave, you must learn.

Learn what?

Everything.

(chatter)

I don't know how you stand it in all that leather.

If we could have the room.

You look lovely today, my dear. You really do.

How you climbed all those steps without breaking a sweat.

If you're going to torture me, just call them back and get on with it.

I am not a torturer.

Though it so often is what people deserve.

And it does provide answers.

But they're usually the wrong answers.

My job is to find the right answers.

Do you know how I do that?

I do it by making people happy.

I'd like to make you happy, Vala.

That's your name, isn't it, Vala?

(chuckles) That's all right.

I know who you are and what you've done.

You've done a lot.

You've sacrificed your body for a cause, which is more than most people do.

And you've helped the Sons of the Harpy murder the Unsullied and the Second Sons.

The Unsullied and the Second Sons are foreign soldiers brought here by a foreign queen to destroy our city and our history.

I understand.

Well, that makes perfect sense from your perspective.

I have a different perspective, of course.

I think it's important that you try to see things from my perspective just as I will try to see them from yours.

Because that is the only way that I can make you and Dom happy.

That is how you pronounce it-- Dom?

I'm afraid I don't really speak the language.

Such a handsome boy.

Those big, brown eyes. Good luck keeping the ladies away.

Yes, you're a true liberator, aren't you?

You won't torture me, you'll just threaten my son.

Children are blameless.

I have never hurt them.

Your boy is in no immediate danger, this I swear to you.

But between us, dear, you did conspire to kill the queen's soldiers.

We both know the penalty for that crime.

How will poor Dom get on without his mother?

And with his breathing problem.

If I tell you anything, they'll kill me.

So either you kill me or they do.

Yes, from your perspective, this is a problem.

There is a third option, though.

A ship leaving tomorrow for Pentos.

I've already booked passage for a woman and her young son.

I'll even throw in a bag of silver to help you start again.

Though I'm afraid we'll have to ask one of our leather-clad friends back in to carry it.

Far too heavy for me.

The boat sails at dawn.

You need to decide now.

A new life for you and Dom or...

What should we do while we wait?

To pass the time, what should we do?

What should we talk about?

You speak 19 languages.

You must occasionally use some of them to talk about things.

You two, you spend a great deal of time together.

What would you be talking about if I weren't here?

Patrol.

When I am going on patrol with the Unsullied.

What we see on patrol.

Who we captured on patrol.

That's good. That's very good.

But that's a report.

I was thinking more of a conversation.

A wise man once said the true history of the world is the history of great conversations in elegant rooms.

Who said this?

Just now.

All right, no conversations.

Let's play a game.

You don't play games, either one of you, ever?

Games are for children.

Missandei: My master Kraznys would sometimes make us play games.

There, that's a start.

Only the girls.

No, no, no.

Not that. Of course not that.

Innocent games. Fun games.

Drinking games.

Missandei: We do not drink.

Until you do.

All right. No drinking.

We can play without drinking.

It's a wonderful game. I invented it.

Here's how it works.

I make a statement about your past.

If I'm wrong, I drink.

And if I'm right-- maybe we can't play without drinking.

(door opens)

Oh, you took your time.

Sorry.

I was busy learning who funds the Sons of the Harpy.

Some things you can't rush.

You found out?

The Good Masters of Astapor and the Wise Masters of Yunkai.

With help from their friends in Volantis.

Tyrion: You see?

You don't even have to worry about the local rebellion.

We only have to worry about the three rich foreign cities paying for it.

We conquered Astapor and Yunkai once.

We will do it again and execute the Masters.

If the Unsullied march off to reconquer Astapor and Yunkai, who will remain to defend the free people of Meereen?

If we do not fight them, how can we stop them?

We cannot.

The Masters speak only one language.

They spoke it to me for many years.

I know it better than my mother tongue.

If we want them to hear us, we must speak it back to them.

May it be the last thing they ever hear.

You may be right.

Grey worm: So we will fight them?

Possibly.

Possibly?

It's a conversation.

Tell me, can your little birds get a message to the Good Masters of Astapor, the Wise Masters of Yunkai, and benevolent enslavers of Volantis?

Of course. Men can be fickle, but birds I always trust.

(children chatting quietly)

Your eye looks much better, Arthur.

How's your mother's jaw?

Better.

And your father?

No one's seen him.

And no one will.

That worked out rather nicely.

Will Lord Varys ever come back?

I don't think so.

Do you miss him?

He was nice.

He called us his little birds.

He gave us sweets.

It's funny you should mention that.

Guess what I happened to find today.

Candied plums from Dorne.

(laughing)

Now remember, if any of your friends like sweets or need help, they can always come to me.

All I need in return are whispers.

(door opens)

Qyburn: No need to be afraid.

This is Ser Gregor.

He's friends with all my friends.

Run along now.

Varys's little birds?

Your little birds now, Your Grace.

What did you do to him exactly?

I haven't been able to get a clear answer.

Oh, a number of things.

Does he understand what we're saying?

I mean, to the extent that he ever understood complete sentences in the first place.

He understands well enough.

So tell him to march into the sept and crush the High Sparrow's head like a melon.

The High Sparrow has hundreds of Faith Militant surrounding him.

Ser Gregor can't face them all.

And he won't have to.

He'll only have to face one.

Has the Faith leveled official charges yet?

Not yet.

That is one trial by combat I look forward to watching.

Don't stop at the city.

I want little birds in Dorne, in Highgarden, in the North.

If someone is planning on making our losses their gains, I want to hear it.

If someone is laughing at the queen who walked naked through the streets covered in sh1t, I want to hear.

I want to know who they are.

I want to know where they are.

Pycelle: As bad as Lord Varys was, Qyburn is worse.

I told them all. I told them.

He's arrogant, dangerous.

You don't get thrown out of the Citadel without good reason.

And no one listened to my advice.

(door opens)

So here we are.

And what he's done to Gregor Clegane is an abomination.

We never sanctioned this experiment.

I for one think it will be in our best interest to have the beast dest--

(farts)

Can I help you?

Why are you here?

My mother--

I was invited, my dear, to help deal with several troublesome issues, such as the queen's imprisonment.

Thank you for bringing it up.

It's well past time we addressed the abuses I endured.

Margaery is the queen.

You are not the queen because you're not married to the king.

I do appreciate these things can get a bit confusing in your family.

This is a small council meeting.

You have no position on the small council.

I'm the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard does have a position on the small council.

Grand Maester Pycelle, would you sanction that statement?

Well, um...

I would say Ser Gerold Hightower had a seat on the Mad King's council.

Of course, that was the Mad King.

King Robert saw things differently.

And King--

(loud thud)

What about Myrcella's death, Uncle?

Do you consider the murder of your own blood a troublesome issue?

The same women who murdered Myrcella have overthrown House Martell and taken control of Dorne.

We've got a lot to discuss.

All of us together.

And seeing as you cannot make us leave, we best get on with it.

No, we cannot make you leave.

And you cannot make us stay.

Not unless you're gonna have that thing murder us all.

(door opens)

(armor rattling)

(groans) Your Grace.

My mother would like to see her daughter's final resting place.

I'm sorry, Your Grace.

That's not possible. Not yet.

When will it be possible?

When she's fully atoned for her sins.

You cut off her hair and marched her naked through the streets in front of the whole city.

That wasn't the full atonement?

She must stand trial before seven septons so we can learn the true extent of her sins.

I want you to let her see Myrcella's resting place.

I am the king.

You are.

And what does that mean to you?

It means a great deal to me.

The Crown and the Faith are the twin pillars of the world.

Do you know who told me that?

Your mother.

My mother who is unclean?

My mother who still needs to atone after all you've put her through?

How do you think the Mother Above first came to us?

How did men and women first come to feel the Mother's presence, hmm?

It was through their own mothers.

There's a great deal of falsehood in Cersei. You know that.

But when she speaks of you, the Mother's love outshines it all.

Her love for you is more real than anything else in this world because it doesn't come from this world.

But you know that.

You've felt it.

You've seen her when she talks to you.

It's a great gift.

One I never had.

Envy.

One more thing for me to atone for.

Your Grace, do you-- may I?

Do you mind?

It's my knees.

Of course.

When your mother made her walk of atonement, she did it to get back to you.

I still don't understand why you want to put her through any more than she's already endured.

It's not what I want. It's what the gods want.

They make their will known to us and it's up to us to either accept or reject it.

Please.

If we're to be just and good, then we accept it, all of us, even kings.

A true leader avails himself of the wisest counsel he can.

And no one is wiser than the gods.

My grandfather once said something similar.

Except for the part about the gods.

The gods worked through him whether he knew it or not.

As they work through your mother.

There's so much good in all of us.

The best we can do is to help each other bring it out.

(gasps)

(gasps)

Who are you?

No one.

(grunts)

Waif: Who were you before you came here?

Arya: Arya Stark.

(grunts)

Waif: Tell me about Arya Stark's family.

Her father was Eddard Stark.

Her mother was Catelyn Stark.

She had one sister, Sansa, and four brothers.

(panting)

Three brothers.

Robb, Bran, Rickon.

And a half-brother Jon.

And where are they now?

Arya: They may be dead for all a girl knows.

(sniffs)

(sniffs)

Tell me about the Hound.

Arya: Also dead.

Arya Stark left him to die. He was on her list.

He was not on her list anymore.

She had taken him off it.

Why? Didn't she want him dead any longer?

Arya: She did and she did not.

She sounds confused.

Yes, she was.

Who else was on Arya Stark's funny little list?

(groans)

Arya: Cersei Lannister.

Gregor Clegane.

Walder Frey.

(rustling)

Waif: That's a short list.

(panting)

That can't be everyone you want to kill.

Are you sure you're not forgetting someone?

Which name would you like a girl to speak?

(shouts)

Jaqen: If a girl tells me her name,

I will give her eyes back.

A girl has no name.

Come.

If a girl is truly no one, she has nothing to fear.

Who are you?

No one.

(horse whinnies)

The Umbers are a famously loyal house.

Famously loyal to the Starks.

And you, Lord Karstark.

Your people share blood with the Starks, don't they?

But here we are. Times change.

When my father became Warden of the North, your house refused to pledge their banners.

Your father was a c**t.

My beloved father, the Warden--

Your father was a c**t and that's why you killed him.

I might have done the same to my father if he hadn't have done me the favor of dying on his own.

My father was poisoned by our enemies.

Why have you come to Winterfell, Lord Umber?

The b*st*rd Jon Snow led an army of wildlings past the Wall.

We're farther north than any of you fuckers.

Wildlings come down, we always have to fight them first.

I like fighting wildlings. Been doing it all my life.

But there are too many of them for us to beat back alone.

So now you've come seeking help?

We need to help each other.

The colder it gets, the farther south those goat fuckers will roam.

Won't take them long to get here.

You think a horde of wildlings can take Winterfell?

If they get Jon Snow leading them, maybe.

He knows this place better than we ever will.

Pledge your banners to House Bolton.

Swear loyalty to me as Warden of the North and we will fight together to destroy the b*st*rd and all his wildling friends.

I'm not kissing your f*cking hand.

Traditionally a bannerman kneels before his lord.

I'm not doing that either.

Why would I trust a man who won't honor tradition?

Your father honored tradition.

Knelt for Robb Stark.

Called him King of the North.

Was Robb Stark right to trust your father?

Then it appears we're at a bit of an impasse.

f*ck kneeling and f*ck oaths.

I've got a gift for you.

A girl, I hope. I prefer redheads.

A girl, aye.

(laughing)

A wild one.

I like them wild.

And the boy, nice and young.

The way Karstark likes them.

Who's this?

Rickon Stark.

How do I know that's Rickon Stark?

Welcome home, Lord Stark.

(pounding on door)

It's time.

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

You shouldn't be alive.

It's not right.

Neither was killing me.

My mother's still living at White Harbor.

Could you write her?

Tell her I died fighting the wildlings.

I had a choice, Lord Commander.

Betray you or betray the Night's Watch.

You brought an army of wildlings into our lands.

An army of murderers and raiders.

If I had to do it all over knowing where I'd end up, I pray I'd make the right choice again.

I'm sure you would, Ser Alliser.

I fought, I lost.

Now I rest.

But you, Lord Snow, you'll be fighting their battles forever.

(choking, gasping)

We should burn the bodies.

You should.

What do you want me to do with this?

Wear it.

Burn it.

Whatever you want.

You have Castle Black.

My watch is ended.

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6x02 - Home

Surrender by nightfall, or this ends with blood.

We all die today.

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

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

We're going to have a baby.

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

The entire North.

I have a team of men after them.

(dogs barking)

They won't get far.

(grunting)

(screams)

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

Balon: Theon disobeyed my orders.

The boy's a fool.

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

Catelyn: Karstarks are Northmen.

They won't forgive the killing of their lord.

(grunts)

Stand and fight, blind girl.

(grunting)

See you tomorrow.

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

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

(screeching)

(crow caws)

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

Girl: He waits for you.

You're the three-eyed raven.

(theme music playing)

(ravens cawing)

(cawing continues)

(wings flutter)

(weapons clanking, echoing)

(boys grunting, echoing)

(groans)

Give him another go, Ned.

That's my father.

And my Uncle Benjen.

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

They were all so happy.

So were you once.

(horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

Stop showing off.

Benjen: Lyanna!

My Aunt Lyanna.

I've seen her statue in the crypt.

My father never talked about her.

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

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

Benjen: I don't know.

What about him?

Wylis, come here.

Hodor?

Benjen: But he's got giant's blood.

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

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

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

Hodor talks?

You leave the fighting to the little lords, Wylis.

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

Oh, Nan, look at the size of him.

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

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

So leave him be.

It is time to go.

Please, a little longer.

(gasps)

(raven caws)

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

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

I wasn't drowning. I was home.

(raven caws)

Wylis.

Hodor.

I saw you as a boy.

You could talk.

What happened?

Hodor.

Where's Meera?

Hodor.

You shouldn't be here.

It's not safe outside the cave.

It's not safe anywhere.

I saw that Hodor wasn't always Hodor.

Hodor.

His real name is Wylis.

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

What's wrong?

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

And we're going to fight it in there?

(scoffs)

Brandon Stark needs you.

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

He isn't going to stay here forever.

And out there he needs you.

Alliser: It's time, Ser Davos.

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

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

Nobody needs to die tonight.

I've never been much of a fighter.

Apologies for what you're about to see.

(Ghost growling)

Come on.

(growling)

(loud thudding)

(shouting)

Attack!

(shouts)

Fight, you cowards!

(growls)

You f*cking traitor.

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

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

Until you.

(shouts)

Throw them into the cells where they belong.

(door opens)

Tormund: Took a lot of knives.

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

Bodies to burn.

(people laughing)

Man: Shh, hey.

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

All of a sudden she looks my way.

Gives me a little smile like, "Well?"

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

(laughing)

She's never seen anything like it.

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

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

(laughing)

Well, you all know me.

You know I wouldn't lie about this.

(laughter)

(footsteps)

(birds chirping)

(distant dog barking)

(door opens)

Get out of my way.

King's orders, Your Grace.

What are the king's orders?

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

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

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

I would like to speak to my son.

He has left the Red Keep, Your Grace.

(exhales)

She grew up.

Jaime: Almost.

Have we caught Prince Trystane's killers?

I expect it was Mother.

Your mother wouldn't do that.

Yes, she would.

Are you angry with her?

Of course not.

Then why didn't you let her come?

She has every right to be here.

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

If she had tried--

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

Not while I'm here.

Why haven't you gone to see her?

Everything she endured, she did it for you.

Don't you think I know that?

I'm sorry.

But I can't.

Why not?

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

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

We all fail sometimes.

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

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

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

Your Grace.

Lord Commander.

I want to see my wife.

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

The king must wait as well.

Go and see your mother, Tommen.

You're a bold man.

(chuckles)

On the contrary.

I fear a great deal.

The Father, the Mother, the Warrior.

Do you know why we use these stones?

To remind us not to fear death.

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

You must long for the next life.

In truth, I fear that, too.

You imprisoned and humiliated my sister.

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

What about my sins?

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

I killed my own cousin.

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

What atonement do I deserve?

You would spill blood in this holy place?

Oh, the gods won't mind.

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

Go on, then.

I deserve it. We all do.

We are weak, vain creatures.

We live only by the Mother's mercy.

(footsteps)

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

I don't.

They'd never reach me before you struck.

I've fought against worse odds.

No doubt many of us would fall.

But who are we, hmm?

We have no names, no family.

Every one of us is poor and powerless.

And yet together, we can overthrow an empire.

(bird screeching)

(door opens)

Tommen: Mother.

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

Gold.

Good. It was always her color.

I'm sorry for keeping you here.

I shouldn't have, but I was--

I didn't want to lose you again.

I understand.

I'm glad to see you.

I know I should have come sooner.

I wanted to. I was wrong.

It's all right.

No, it isn't.

I should have executed all of them.

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

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

But I want to be.

Help me.

Always.

(bird screeching)

(liquid pouring)

(tsks)

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

Meaning no offense.

He makes dwarf jokes, I make eunuch jokes.

I do not make dwarf jokes.

You think them.

(sighs)

So, the fleet. It's been burned.

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

Surely there's some good news lurking somewhere.

Astapor and Yunkai have stopped asking us for aid.

Perhaps they can tell us their secret.

The Masters have retaken both cities.

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

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

They are not eating.

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

Daenerys is the dragon queen.

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

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

Dragons do not do well in captivity.

How do you know this?

That's what I do.

I drink and I know things.

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

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

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

They must be unchained or they'll waste away.

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

Many times.

And did they ever harm you?

Never.

Dragons are intelligent.

More intelligent than men according to some maesters.

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

I am their friend.

Do they know that?

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

(door closes)

(metal scraping, clanging)

(growling)

(chains rattling)

(roars)

(roars)

I'm friends with your mother.

(roaring)

I'm here to help.

Don't eat the help. (chuckles nervously)

(roaring)

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

I begged him for one of you.

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

"It could be little like me."

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

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

I cried myself to sleep that night.

But here you are.

(gasps)

(growling)

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

(thunder rumbling)

(female merchant shouting)

(footsteps)

What's your name?

(coins clink)

(grunts)

(thunder rumbles)

What's your name?

No one.

I don't believe that.

(grunts)

You don't believe that.

(grunts)

(panting)

(shouting)

Who are you?

No one.

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

A girl has no name.

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

A girl has no name.

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

A girl has no name.

Come.

Leave it.

A girl is not a beggar anymore.

(thunder rumbling)

We came upon the bodies on our way here.

Half a dozen men? Your best hunters?

They obviously had help.

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

Thank you for this report, Lord Karstark.

We know where she's going.

Her brother's at Castle Black.

Ned Stark's last surviving son?

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

So was I, Father.

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

Castle Black isn't defended on the southern side.

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

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

Murder the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch?

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

We don't need every house in the North.

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

With their support, none could challenge us.

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

It's time for new blood in the North.

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

Taken out back and slaughtered for pig feed.

Maester: My lords.

Lady Walda has given birth.

A boy.

Red-cheeked and healthy.

My congratulations, Lord Bolton.

Congratulations, Father.

I look forward to meeting my new brother.

You'll always be my firstborn.

Thank you for saying that.

It means a great deal to me.

(flesh squelches)

(groans)

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

Poisoned by our enemies.

How did he die?

Poisoned by his enemies.

You're talking to your lord. Use respect.

Forgive me, my lord.

Send for Lady Walda and the baby.

She's resting, my lord.

At once, my lord.

(men shouting)

There he is.

Isn't he wonderful?

May I hold him?

Of-- of course.

Little brother.

Lord Bolton sent for us.

Have you seen him?

Of course. Follow me, Mother.

(dogs barking)

Where is Lord Bolton?

(barking continues)

(clanging)

Down!

(barking stops)

(baby fussing)

Walda: It's all right. Come on, shh.

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

Ramsay, where is your father?

Ramsay.

Where is Lord Bolton?

I am Lord Bolton.

(crying)

Ramsay.

Ramsay, please.

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

Please.

Ramsay.

He's your brother.

I prefer being an only child.

(dogs growling)

(whistles)

(barking)

(screaming)

(flesh tearing)

Brienne: I saw her with a man.

I don't think he hurt her.

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

You don't know which way she went?

I spent three days looking for her.

She disappeared.

How'd she look?

She looked good.

She wasn't exactly dressed like a lady.

No, she wouldn't be.

What happened at Winterfell?

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

It was a difficult choice, my lady.

We've all had to make difficult choices.

(birds screech)

(horse whinnies)

We shouldn't be lighting fires.

It's not safe.

He won't stop hunting us.

We just have to make it to Castle Black.

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

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

I won't let him.

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

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

And the truth about Ser Rodrik, who I beheaded.

And the truth about Robb, who I betrayed.

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

I don't want to be forgiven.

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

They'll keep you safer than I ever could.

You're not coming with us?

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

I would have died to get you there.

(crying)

May I take one of the horses?

Where will you go?

Home.

(thunder rumbling)

Yara: The Glovers have retaken Deepwood Motte.

And the ironborn who held it?

They died fighting to a man.

What is dead may never die.

What is dead may never die.

But they did and our invasion died with them.

Deepwood Motte was our last stronghold on the mainland.

Then we will take more.

Why? For more pinecones and rocks?

Because I order it.

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

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

I won't apologize for trying to rescue Theon.

Then where is he?

Where is your kingdom?

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

That war is over.

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

I lost two brothers that day.

And I lost three sons.

The War of the Five Kings, they call it.

Well, the other four are dead.

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

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

(thunder crashing)

(wind howling)

Let me pass.

You fool, move aside for your king.

Haven't I always, brother?

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

What is dead may never die.

Has the custom changed since I've been gone?

Aren't you supposed to repeat the words?

You can mock our god without my help.

I don't mock the Drowned God.

I am the Drowned God.

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

(wind howls)

(chuckles) You're old, brother.

You've had your time.

Now let another rule.

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

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

They did.

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

I needed silence.

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

I am the storm, brother.

The first storm and the last.

And you're in my way.

(screaming)

(thunder crashes)

Lord, take your servant Balon back beneath the waves.

Feed the creatures of your kingdom on his flesh.

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

All: What is dead may never die.

I'm going to find out who did this.

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

I swear it by the Salt Throne.

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

My father would have wanted me to rule.

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

Perhaps you'll win.

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

And perhaps not.

(knocks)

Come in.

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

You interrupt nothing.

I assume you know why I'm here.

I will after you tell me.

It's about the Lord Commander.

The former Lord Commander.

Does he have to be?

What are you asking?

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

Bring him back?

If you want to help him, leave him be.

Can it be done?

There are some with this power.

How?

I don't know.

Have you seen it done?

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

But it was. It could be now.

Not for me.

Not for you?

I saw you drink poison that should have killed you.

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

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

You were right all along.

The Lord never spoke to me.

f*ck him, then.

f*ck all of them.

I'm not a devout man, obviously.

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

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

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

I never had this gift.

Have you ever tried?

(speaking Valyrian)

(sizzles)

(continues speaking Valyrian)

(continues speaking Valyrian)

(continues faintly)

(sighs) Please.

(scoffs)

(gasping)

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

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06x01 - The Red Woman.docx

(theme music playing)

(wind blowing)

(wolf howling)

(door rattles)

(howling continues)

(door rattling)

(wolf whimpering)

(rattling continues)

(howling continues)

(Ghost whimpering, howling)

(rattling continues)

(whimpering, howling continue)

Man: It's coming from the courtyard.

(Ghost howling)

Man #2: It's the Lord Commander!

Help me get him inside.

(howling continues)

(door closes)

Thorne did this.

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

Trust? The men in this room.

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

(knocking on door)

Melisandre: Ser Davos.

(door closes)

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

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

(men shouting)

Man: He was our Lord Commander.

Man #2: He never should have been!

(pounds)

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

Who killed him?

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

Murderers!

Traitors!

(men shouting)

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

(men murmuring)

(whimpering)

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

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

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

We don't have the numbers.

We have a direwolf.

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

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

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

Who is gonna help us?

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

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

(door closes)

(bolt clicks)

(wind howling)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(dogs barking)

(barking continues)

(panting)

We can't stop.

(barking continues)

We have to cross here.

(gasps) I can't.

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

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

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

(barking continues)

(gasping)

(shivering)

(gasping)

Over here. Come on.

(shivering)

Sansa. Sansa.

(dogs barking)

Man: Tell them to settle down!

Stay here. I'll lure them away.

No, I won't make it without you.

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

(barking, howling)

(men shouting)

Man: See somebody, eh?

Man #2: There they are!

Man #3: Get them!

Where is Lady Bolton?

Dead.

Liar.

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

(barking)

Got something! Run!

(horse whinnies)

Man: Hyah!

(dogs barking)

(men shouting)

(whimpering)

(horse whinnies)

Man #2: Resist. Stay.

(growling, barking)

(barking continues)

Man #2: Stay.

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

(man #3 grunting)

(whimpering)

(horse whinnies)

Man #2: Rider! Who is it?

It's a bloody woman.

(shouts)

(whinnies)

(roars)

(grunts)

(groans)

(shouts)

(whinnies)

(neighs)

(whinnies)

(groans)

(groaning)

No! Please! (grunts)

(panting)

(squelches)

(gasping)

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

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

Meat and mead at my table.

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

(seagulls screeching)

(door opens)

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

Myrcella.

(seagull screeching)

(bell tolling)

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

Mother.

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

Shh, shh. Don't think about it.

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

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

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

I know.

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

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

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

You don't believe that.

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

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

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

I'd like to see my brother.

Confess.

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

Confess.

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

Sinners don't make demands. They make confessions.

(gasps)

(door opens)

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

(gasps)

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

My brother, can you tell me how he is?

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

I have nothing to confess.

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

None of us are.

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

(door opens, closes)

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

And men.

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

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

Your mother is a brilliant woman, you know that?

Maester: Prince Doran.

The Princess Myrcella.

(gasping)

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

My son Trystane...

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

I told you I'm not hungry.

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

You want her to do it or me?

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

Her or me?

Good.

Smart boy.

You're a greedy bitch, you know that?

(door opens, door closes)

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

You walk like a rich person.

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

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

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

(baby fussing)

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

She thinks you want to eat her baby.

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

Varys: Mhysa means mother in Valyrian.

I know what mhysa means.

Varys: Who wrote it?

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

The Sons of the Harpy?

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

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

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

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

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

It's a problem.

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

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

And have you started looking for that someone?

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

(men shouting in Valyrian)

(people shouting)

(bell tolling)

(shouting continues)

(bell continues tolling)

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

Goat?

You think our friend got him?

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

We're on the right path, then.

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

She's too smart to like it.

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

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

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

You know why.

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

Of course it is.

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

If you grow old.

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

So do I.

Daario: Huh, an army?

Not an army. A horde.

Dothraki?

They have her.

(people shouting)

(shouts in Dothraki)

(groans)

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

(chuckles, kisses)

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

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

(men laugh)

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

(chatter)

(distant dog barking)

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

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

(chatter continues)

Thank you.

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

Man 2: Probably had it coming.

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

Man 2: Just can't do it.

Man: All right.

Woman: Honesty as well. He gets it.

(chatter continues)

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

(coins jingle)

(groans)

Stand and fight, blind girl.

I can't see.

That's your problem, not mine.

(groans)

(grunts)

(panting)

(grunts)

See you tomorrow.

(panting)

(growling)

(pounding)

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

Hear that, lads? Nothing to fear.

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

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

What?

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

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

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

(footsteps departing)

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

And they'll slaughter us all.

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

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

Edd is our only chance.

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

There's always the Red Woman.

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

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

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 05x10) - Game of Thrones Script, 05x10 - Mother’s Mercy

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05x10 - Mother’s Mercy.docx

(theme music playing)

(men chatting)

Man: Brace the wind.

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

His fires have melted the snows away.

The way ahead is clear.

We ride for Winterfell.

And you will take it.

The Lord has shown me Bolton banners burning.

You will receive what is yours by right.

Your Grace.

Prepare to form up.

Your Grace.

Tell me.

The men, many deserted before dawn.

Stannis: How many?

General: Nearly half.

All the sellswords with all the horses.

Your Grace.

Speak up. Can't be worse than mutiny.

Cut her down.

General: Your Grace.

The Lady Melisandre was just seen riding out of camp.

Get the men into marching formation.

On to Winterfell.

(distant horse neighs)

(wind howling)

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

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

So what are you gonna do?

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

But the dragonglass...

No one's ever getting that back now.

It wouldn't have mattered anyway.

Not unless we had a mountain of it.

But you killed a white walker.

With Longclaw.

I saw them shatter steel axes like they were glass.

But Longclaw...

Sam: Is Valyrian steel.

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

Not enough.

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

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

You were friends with me when I first came here.

And I wasn't winning any elections back then.

Here's to us, then.

Long may they sneer.

What?

I wanted to ask you something.

To ask something of you.

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

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

I need you here, Sam.

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

Well, there's Edd.

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

More use to everyone now that Maester Aemon is gone.

The Citadel has the world's greatest library.

I'll learn about history, strategy, healing.

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

If Gilly stays here, then she'll die.

And the baby that she named after me will die.

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

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

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

(sighs)

Thank you.

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

Oh, they'll bloody try.

What?

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

Oh, very carefully.

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

I'll come back.

To your return.

To my return.

(clicks)

Man: Aye, this way.

(distant men shouting)

Podrick: My lady!

Stannis.

Stannis Baratheon is coming. His whole army.

How do you know it's Stannis?

They're carrying his flaming heart banners.

From the Blackwater. I'll never forget it.

(grunts)

Trench here.

Another one 300 yards from the castle wall.

Hurry them along.

Right, Curlew.

Yes, sir.

Dig between those two rises.

Spread out.

Soldier: I'm with you.

Soldier #2: Archers!

Soldier #3: Spread out!

And send out a foraging party immediately.

Siege begins at sunrise.

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

(horses neighing)

Soldier: We've got no chance!

(men shouting)

(weapons clanging)

(weapons slicing)

(men screaming)

(groaning)

(horse neighs)

(groans)

(grunting)

Soldier: No, please, please.

(sword pierces)

(all shouting)

(roars)

(groans)

(shouts)

(growls, sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

Bolton has women fighting for him?

I don't fight for the Boltons.

I'm Brienne of Tarth.

I was Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon.

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

You murdered him with blood magic?

I did.

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

Do you have any last words?

Go on, do your duty.

Looks like we're done here.

(soldier groaning)

I surrender! I surrender!

And I accept your surrender.

(groans)

Let's head back.

My wife must be lonely.

(bird screeching)

(men shouting)

(gasps)

My lady.

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

Go with her, please.

I know what Ramsay is.

I know what he'll do to me.

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

Who said anything about dying?

You can't die.

Your father was Warden of the North.

Ramsay needs you.

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

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

Then he's got incredible plans for those parts.

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

You're leaving it to me?

Good.

Let's begin.

Reek-- stop!

Stop! (screams)

(grunts)

(horn blows)

Man: Open the gate!

He's coming back.

(shaky breathing)

(screams)

(whips)

(whimpers)

(switch breaks)

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

You two, out.

(door opens, closes)

(grunts)

(coughing, gasping)

(screams)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(groaning)

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

For killing Syrio Forel. Remember him?

Probably not.

I've gotten a few of the others.

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

But I'm glad he left me you.

Do you know who I am?

(muffled)

I can't hear you.

(pierces)

(groans)

(groans)

You know who I am.

I'm Arya Stark.

(pierces)

(groans)

Do you know who you are?

(whimpers)

You're no one.

You're nothing.

(gurgling)

A girl has taken a life.

The wrong life.

I was right about her.

You were.

You're not ready.

Not at all.

(gasps)

That man's life was not yours to take.

A girl stole from the Many-Faced God.

Now a debt is owed.

(whimpering)

Only death can pay for life.

(crying) No! No!

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

Why are you crying?

He was my friend.

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

Jaqen: He was no one.

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

Jaqen: No one at all.

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

The faces are for no one.

You are still someone.

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

(gasps)

(whimpering)

I can't see.

What's happening?

What's happening?!

(birds screeching)

Doran: I wish you a safe journey home.

Thank you.

Forgive me, child.

I wish you all the happiness in the world.

Maybe I'll come visit you sometime.

Maybe I'll come visit you.

Don't wait too long.

Got a noblewoman to marry back home.

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

Jaime: Whenever you're ready, my lord.

(birds screeching)

Try not to lose it this time.

I'll never take it off again.

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

Your mother's desperate to see you.

I'm glad Trystane is coming with us.

He seems like a nice boy.

You're lucky.

Arranged marriages are rarely so-- so well arranged.

Do you think Mother will like him?

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

(laughs) You really believe that?

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

She likes you.

I'm not so sure about that.

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

Something I should have told you long ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sound like an idiot.

No, you don't.

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

I know what you're trying to say.

No, I'm afraid you don't.

I know.

About you and Mother.

I think a part of me always knew.

And I'm glad.

I'm glad that you're my father.

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

(dragon screeches)

(knuckles cracking)

You love her, don't you?

How could you not?

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

A sellsword from the fighting pits, a disgraced knight.

Neither one of you is fit consort for a queen.

But we always want the wrong woman.

Does he always talk so much?

(footsteps)

Jorah the Andal.

Torgo Nudho.

He should not be here.

No, but he is.

Our queen ordered him exiled from city.

Our queen would be dead if not for him.

Puñila. Thank you.

I am sorry.

Sorry I not there to fight for our queen.

You missed a good scrap.

None of that matters now.

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

He's right. The dragon headed north.

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

You're a Lannister.

The queen intends to remove your family from power.

And I intend to help her do it.

You've been here for how many days now?

I've fought for her for years.

Since she was little more than a child.

You betrayed her.

Careful now.

And she exiled you. Twice, I believe.

The second time thanks to you.

Don't blame me for your crimes, Mormont.

He's right. Our queen exiled Jorah.

And he's right. Jorah saved her life.

Perhaps she feels differently about him now.

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

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

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

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

Forgive me, but why would we bring you?

Pardon me?

Have you ever tracked animals in the wilderness?

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

Can you fight?

I have fought.

I don't claim to be a great warrior.

Are you good on a horse?

Middling.

So mainly you talk.

And drink. I've survived so far.

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

You would help us here in Meereen, though.

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

You want to prove your value to the queen?

Prove it right here in Meereen.

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

Why would the Meereenese listen to him?

They wouldn't.

They will listen to Grey Worm.

I'll come with you.

I'll find our queen.

You are not strong enough to go anywhere.

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

But you still can't go.

The people believe in you.

They know you speak for the queen.

It's true.

Only the Unsullied can keep the peace in Meereen.

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

And Missandei.

Our queen trusts no one more than Missandei.

Certainly not me.

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

Good fortune, my friends.

Meereen is ancient and glorious.

Try not to ruin her.

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

Let's find some good horses.

We have so much to talk about.

(dragon screeches)

(birds chirping)

Varys: Hello, old friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Any advice for an old comrade?

Information is the key.

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

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

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

If only.

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

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

I did miss you.

Oh, I know.

(dragon growls)

We have to go home.

Oh, my poor, sweet thing.

Does it hurt?

We have to go home.

Drogon.

Can you take me back to Meereen?

How far did you carry me?

(groans)

Drogon, we need to return.

My people need me.

(hisses)

(growling)

(gasps)

Well, there's no food.

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

(horse neighs)

(horse whinnies)

(horses neigh)

(men whooping)

(men whooping)

(lock clicks)

(door opens)

(whimpers)

Confess.

Confess.

I have sinned.

I see that now.

How can I have been so blind for so long?

I want to be clean again.

I want absolution.

The Crone came to me with her lamp raised high.

And by its holy light--

You wish to make a confession?

Once I've confessed, will I be free?

Your Grace will be dealt with according to her sins.

The Mother have mercy, then.

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

Name him.

Lancel Lannister.

Your cousin and the king's squire.

I was lonely and afraid.

You had a husband.

A husband off whoring every chance he--

His sins do not pardon your own.

May the gods forgive me.

Other men?

No others?

Speaking falsehoods before the gods is a great crime.

You understand this?

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

A lie.

A lie from the lips of Stannis Baratheon.

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

So he claims they are not his brother's.

That filth.

There is not one shred of truth to it.

I deny it.

Good.

But these are terrible charges.

And the realm must know the truth of them.

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

Trial? I have confessed.

To a single sin.

Others you have denied.

Your trial will separate the truths from the falsehoods.

I bow to the wisdom of Your High Holiness.

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

I haven't seen my son--

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

I need to see him, please.

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

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

Thank you.

(crying) Thank you.

The Mother is merciful.

It is her you should thank.

I will. I will.

I swear it, day and night.

Good.

Am I free to go?

After your atonement.

My atonement?

(door opens)

A sinner comes before you.

Cersei of House Lannister.

Mother to His Grace King Tommen.

Widow of His Grace King Robert.

She has committed the acts of falsehood and fornication.

She has confessed her sins and begged for forgiveness.

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

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

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

(crowd murmuring)

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

c**t!

Shame.

Woman: Sinner!

Woman #2: Whore!

Shame.

Woman #3: Whore!

(bell rings)

Shame.

Whore! Whore!

Shame.

(crowd shouting)

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

(overlapping voices)

Whore! Sinner!

Shame.

Bitch! Brother fucker!

Whore!

Shame.

f*ck off!

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

All hail the royal tits.

Man: You're a bitch!

Shame.

(bell rings)

Get her!

Whore!

Bitch!

Fucker!

Fucker!

You bitch!

Shame.

c**t!

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

(shouting continues)

Brother fucker!

Bitch!

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

Bitch!

Shame.

Shame.

(overlapping voices) Sinner! Whore! Slut!

(laughter, shouting continues)

(bell rings)

Shame.

(booing)

Shame. Shame.

Whore!

Whore, whore.

I'm a Lannister. Suck me off!

Suck me off, you bitch!

Back!

Whore!

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

(laughing)

Crowd: Whore!

Crowd: Whore! Whore! Whore!

(woman cackling)

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

(crowd shouting)

Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Man: Bitch! Bitch!

Unella: Shame.

(shouting continues)

Brother fucker!

Unella: Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

(shouting continues)

Shame.

Man: Whore!

Man #2: Brother fucker!

Man #3: Whore!

Shame. Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

(crowd jeering)

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame.

Shame.

Man: Fucker!

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

(whimpers)

Shame. Shame. Shame.

(shouting)

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame. Shame.

(shouting continues)

Shame. Shame.

(bell rings)

Shame. Shame.

Shame.

(crying)

(shouting continues)

(door closes)

(crying)

Your Grace.

(sobbing)

It's good to have you back.

Come.

We'll take you inside.

I need to have a look at those feet.

(footsteps)

(armor clanking)

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

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

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

Who came to your aid?

Stannis.

Now he needs you.

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

The wildlings will make a difference.

The wildlings will never fight for Stannis.

I told him before.

You saved their bloody lives.

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

It's not their fight.

Man: Open the gates!

Stannis?

Shireen? The princess?

Lord Commander.

It's one of the wildlings you brought back.

Says he knows your Uncle Benjen.

Says he's still alive.

Are you sure he's talking about Benjen?

Said he was First Ranger.

Said he knows where to find him.

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

Could be lying.

Could be.

There are ways to find out.

Where is he?

Over there.

(groans)

For the Watch.

(groans)

For the Watch.

(groans)

For the Watch.

(gasping)

(groans)

For the Watch.

(groans)

For the Watch.

(labored breathing)

(wheezing)

Olly...

(groans)

For the Watch.

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

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05x09 - The Dance of Dragons.docx

(theme music playing)

(wind howling)

(bird screeches)

(man shouts)

(horse neighs)

Man: Look out!

Man #2: Fire! Fire!

(men shouting)

(horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

(men shouting)

(horse neighing)

(screaming)

(coughing)

Davos: A band of 20 men, maybe less.

They were in and out before anyone spotted them.

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

Dozens of tents were--

Horses?

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

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

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

Put last night's guards in chains.

Either they fell asleep or they conspired with the enemy.

Find out the truth and then hang them.

Your Grace.

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

We're not returning to Castle Black.

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

Have the dead horses butchered for meat.

Man: Halt!

Man #2: Halt!

(men coughing)

Man #3: There it is!

(horse whinnies)

(wildlings murmuring)

Open the gates.

(rumbling)

(baby crying)

Jon: It was a failure.

It wasn't.

I went to save them. I failed.

You didn't fail him.

Or him.

Or her.

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

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

You have a good heart, Jon Snow.

It'll get us all killed.

Alliser: Out of my way.

(horse neighs)

(men shouting)

(sighs)

You sent for me, Your Grace?

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

I'm sending you back to Castle Black.

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

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

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

Your Grace, you named me your Hand.

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

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

A boy with a scroll could deliver this message.

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

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

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

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

My family stays with me.

At least let me take Shireen.

A siege is no place for a little girl.

My family stays with me.

(men coughing)

What's this one now?

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

Now that sounds like a proper story.

Ser Byron Swann wanted to kill the dragon Vhagar.

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

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

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

And burnt him to a crisp.

(laughs)

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

I made you something, Princess.

Do you like it?

He's beautiful.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

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

Of course I will.

But why am I getting a present?

Because you deserve it.

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

Gods, I was stubborn about it.

Made it this far without reading.

Seemed to me I could make it to the grave.

Wish I'd listened to him.

This is my own poor way of saying thank you.

For teaching me to be a grown-up.

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

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

You'll read it yourself.

(birds chirping)

Prince Doran.

Forgive us. We started without you.

Please, sit.

Princess Myrcella.

Uncle.

What a lovely dress.

You don't like it?

You must be cold.

Not at all. The Dornish climate agrees with me.

Prince Trystane.

How's your jaw?

A fleabite.

What are you doing in Dorne?

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

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

We received a threatening message.

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

That necklace was stolen from my room.

Oh, excellent.

A last meal before the beheading?

Oh, I can't behead you.

Many in Dorne want war.

But I've seen war.

I've seen the bodies piled on the battlefields.

I've seen the orphans starving in the cities.

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

No, you want to break bread with the Lannisters.

And that is precisely what we are doing.

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

King of the Andals and the First Men,

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.

(slams)

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

I'm afraid he does.

I cannot disobey my king's command.

She will return with you to King's Landing.

And my son Prince Trystane will accompany you both.

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

I accept.

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

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

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

You have my word.

The word of a kingslayer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He said it was just a fleabite.

The fault is mine.

Bronn is merely a soldier following my orders.

If anyone should be punished, it's me.

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

I'll let him decide.

I have learned the value of mercy from my father.

I'll set your man free.

You're a good man.

On one condition.

(hands slapping)

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

I'll always be better than you.

Have I ever missed once?

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

You must love humiliation. Or pain.

Which do you love most, humiliation or pain?

That one hurt, didn't it?

(smacks)

You going to cry?

Give up, little sister.

You're going to miss.

Oh, I never miss.

You will. You're thinking too much.

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

Luck.

Now it's my turn.

You're too slow.

You've always been too slow.

(cell door unlocks)

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

You'll find out very soon.

Say it one more time, handsome.

Who am I?

The most beautiful woman in the world.

And that's the truth.

Slut.

(Tyene laughs)

Prince Doran, Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.

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

Only the one.

I believe you've already met Prince Trystane.

Prince.

Sorry about the other day.

Jaime: Prince Trystane here is a man of mercy.

He's agreed to grant you your freedom.

I'm glad to hear it.

Pie looks good.

There was one condition.

(grunts)

(Bronn groans)

Perhaps some soup instead.

(merchants shouting)

Arya: Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cock--

How much for your little clam?

(laughs)

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Come on.

Some oysters, girl!

I'm talking to you.

Is, uh...

Girl!

Man: Tie her up!

Thin Man: Are you deaf? Girl!

Girl!

My lord.

Sailor: My lord.

Tycho: Lord Tyrell.

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

I hope your journey was trouble-free.

A bit of chop the last few days.

Nothing too awful.

Good to see the old chap still guarding the harbor.

And how goes the harvest in the Reach?

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

If we come to a satisfactory arrangement,

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

I'm afraid I don't partake.

Some consider usury distasteful, dishonorable.

Pure nonsense, of course.

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

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

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

Most unfortunate for the glovers.

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

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

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

You are the world's best gamblers.

And all those bets you won built this.

(coins clink)

(door opens)

Mace: We should celebrate.

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

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

I don't have that gift.

Oh, it's not a gift.

It's a skill. Anyone can learn it.

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

Trant: Thought that old sh1t would never stop singing.

Wasn't bad, though.

The Tyrells can all rot in hell.

Treasonous c**ts.

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

This is the place, lads.

The sleekest little minks in Braavos.

You buying?

Oh, I'm buying.

But I never was good at sharing.

(chatter, laughter)

(music playing)

Sell your fish somewhere else.

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

Come here, sweetness.

They say oysters get the juices flowing.

We'll take half a dozen.

Three coppers.

Here's a silver because the lady likes you.

Too old.

Brea.

Too old.

Madame: I have just the one. Anara.

Our most expensive girl.

But well worth it, I assure you.

Too old.

Do you have what I want or not?

Of course. Of course.

(gasps)

These fresh?

Come on, the lads are hungry.

Nothing better for your cockstand than fresh oysters.

Guard: Here. Thank you.

Guard #2: I'll have one.

Any vinegar?

Who let this girl in? Shoo! Shoo!

(guards chuckle)

Good.

I'll tell you when we're done.

You'll have a fresh one for me tomorrow?

Of course.

Madame: I'll have you whipped, girl.

Go, go on. Out, out, go.

(whispering)

Valar morghulis.

Valar morghulis.

The thin man wasn't hungry today.

Perhaps that is why a man is thin.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

(thuds)

A girl has work to do.

Your rebellion is over.

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

(crying)

I believe in second chances.

I don't believe in third chances.

You write like a seven-year-old.

Your maester kindly agreed to copy it over for me.

He didn't try to make you pay?

Mm-mmm.

Maybe he's changed.

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

She will.

You love her very much, don't you?

Of course, she's my niece.

I wasn't talking about her.

You think I disapprove?

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

They disapproved of Oberyn and me where you are from.

Here no one blinked an eye.

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

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

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

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

Perhaps even you are innocent of that.

(horse whinnying)

(tent flap rustles)

Father.

Aren't you cold?

No. What are you reading?

"The Dance of Dragons."

What's it about?

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

Both of them thought they belonged on the Iron Throne.

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

Brothers fought brothers, dragons fought dragons.

By the time it was over, thousands were dead.

And it was a disaster for the Targaryens as well.

They never truly recovered.

"The Dance of Dragons."

Why is that a dance?

It's just what they call it.

Hmm, doesn't make much sense.

I think it's poetic.

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

I wouldn't have chosen either.

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

Sometimes a person has to choose.

Sometimes the world forces his hand.

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

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

However much he may hate it.

It's all right, Father.

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

It doesn't matter.

I want to help you.

Is there any way I can help?

Yes, there is.

Good. I want to.

I'm the Princess Shireen of House Baratheon.

And I'm your daughter.

(sighs)

Forgive me.

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

It will all be over soon, Princess.

(crying) No.

Where's my father?

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

Please, let me see my father.

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

Please let go!

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

Selyse: It's what the Lord wants.

Shireen: No.

Please! Let go! No!

It's a good thing.

A great thing.

Shireen: Stop. Stop!

Shireen: Please!

Melisandre: Hear us now, my Lord.

Shireen: You can't do this!

Melisandre: For you, we offer up this girl

Please!

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

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

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

All of us.

(Shireen crying)

But if we make this sacrifice...

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

Lord of Light, show us the way.

Mother!

Mother, please!

Mother, please! Mother!

Mother!

We can't.

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

Melisandre: Lord of Light, protect us.

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

Father!

Father, don't do this! Please!

Mother, no! Please! Please, help!

Don't do this!

Please, Father! Mother, help!

No. No, please! Don't do this!

Don't do this, please, Mother!

Please, Mother! Mother, help!

Mother, help! Help!

Please don't do this, Mother!

Please!

Please, Mother! Please!

Please! No!

Please! No!

(fire crackling)

(Shireen screaming)

(screaming stops)

(applause, cheering)

(applause, cheering continue)

(drums beating)

(drumming stops)

Where have you been?

Just making sure everything is in order.

(horse neighs)

(gate opens)

(cheering)

(cheering stops)

(cheering)

They're waiting for you.

Clap your hands.

(cheering)

(both grunting)

(groans)

(Daario chuckles)

That one, the smaller man.

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

The smaller man it is.

I'm not putting my money anywhere.

Kings and queens never bet on the games.

Perhaps you should go find someone who does.

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

He would have bet against me. Common novice mistake.

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

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

Has your experience ever involved any actual fighting?

You yourself?

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

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

They couldn't get their money out fast enough.

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

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

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

(shouting)

(crowd cheering)

You don't approve?

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

I can do without it in my leisure time.

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

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

I'm not talking about myself.

I'm talking about the necessary conditions for greatness.

That is greatness?

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

My father would have liked you.

(gate opens)

(crowd cheering)

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

At your command?

If need be.

(crowd cheering)

And how many people will die to make this happen?

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

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

Someone else's reason.

So your reasons are true and theirs are false?

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

Well said. You're an eloquent man.

Doesn't mean you're wrong.

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

Your Grace--

Shut your mouth.

(crowd cheering)

(both grunting)

(groans)

(cheering)

(man groans)

(groans)

(groans)

(cheering)

(applause)

(groans)

You can end this.

She cannot.

You can.

(crowd chanting)

(screams)

(crowd cheering)

(shouting in Valyrian)

(booing)

(speaking Valyrian)

(grunts)

(crowd groans)

(groans)

(crowd booing)

(groans)

(people shouting)

(people screaming)

Protect your queen!

(crowd screaming)

Your Grace! Your Grace!

Come with me. I know a way out.

I know a way--

(groans)

(men shouting in Valyrian)

(Missandei screams)

Stay close.

(clamoring)

(groans)

(screams)

This way.

The other side.

Follow me.

(people screaming)

Protect your queen!

(men shouting)

(grunts)

(gasps)

(groans)

(shouts in Valyrian)

(dragon roars)

(gasps)

(dragon roars)

(men shouting in Valyrian)

(roars)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming))

Drogon!

(roars)

(roaring)

(spear pierces)

(roaring)

(roaring)

Valahd.

(roars)

(dragon roars)

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

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05x08 - Hardhome.docx

(theme music playing)

(bird screeches)

Your Grace, I want to say--

You will not speak.

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

If only I were otherwise.

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

You want revenge against the Lannisters?

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

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

I am the greatest Lannister killer of our time.

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

Into your service?

Your Grace, we have only just met.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I thought you were worth meeting at the very least.

And why are you worth meeting?

Why should I spend my time listening to you?

Because you cannot build a better world on your own.

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

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

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

Killing and politics aren't always the same thing.

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

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

If that is indeed what you are.

So you want to advise me?

Very well.

What would you have me do with him?

I swore I would kill him if he ever returned.

I know.

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

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

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

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

And yet he did betray you.

Did he have an opportunity to confess his betrayal?

Many opportunities.

Tyrion: And did he?

No, not until forced to do so.

He worships you.

He is in love with you, I think.

But he did not trust you with the truth.

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

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

So I should kill him?

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

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

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

Remove Ser Jorah from the city.

(door slams)

Confess.

My son.

Let me speak to--

Confess.

I meant it.

My face will be the last thing you see--

(door opens)

(sobbing)

(screams)

My name is Lanna. I'm an orphan.

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

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

(people chattering)

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

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

I pass the fish mongers and the bakers.

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

Then I turn left onto Moonsinger Lane--

(cracks)

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

Lanna is very impressive.

Very industrious.

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

How will she serve him?

She will no longer turn left onto Ragman Lane.

She will turn right and go to Ragman Harbor.

What will she do there?

She will see.

(people chattering)

Arya: See what?

Jaqen: How can a man tell a girl this?

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

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

(laughs)

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

Your oysters fresh?

Best in the city.

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

Very nice. Give me four with vinegar.

It's my 18th voyage.

Returned from all of them without a scratch on me.

Can't do it.

Captain: Please, I've three children.

Without me...

Here, take it. You have to.

I've three children.

What will they do?

Come on.

They've nothing without me.

Please, you have to!

Please, you don't understand!

Please!

Jaqen: The man is a gambler.

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

It is a strange wager for the captain.

He only wins if he loses his life.

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

A girl tells a man that she has seen.

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

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

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

To whom can they turn for recourse?

(whispering prayer)

The Many-Faced God.

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

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

A girl named Lanna will return to the docks.

She will watch the gambler.

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

And then what?

A gift for the thin man.

She's not ready.

Perhaps she is, perhaps she's not.

And if she's not?

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

(door unlocks, opens)

(door locks)

The trial will take place soon.

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

The charges?

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

All lies.

Of course, Your Grace.

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

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

I wish you had said it sooner.

Is there any word from Jaime?

No, I'm afraid not.

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

He now presides over the small council.

Tell him I need to speak to him.

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

What about my son, the king?

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

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

He remains in his chambers.

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

You need to talk to him.

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

He-- I tried, Your Grace.

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

I can't stay here.

There is a way, Your Grace.

A way out.

Confess?

To the High Sparrow?

I won't.

I made him.

I rose him up from nothing.

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

Good-bye, my queen.

The work continues.

Why, Theon?

I'm not Theon. There is no Theon.

Reek.

Reek.

Why did you tell him, Reek?

I was helping you.

You wanted to escape.

There is no escape.

Not ever.

Theon Greyjoy tried to escape.

The master knew.

He knows everything.

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

Good.

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

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

I deserved everything.

I deserve to be Reek.

I did terrible things.

Turned on Robb.

Captured Winterfell.

Killed those boys.

They weren't "those boys."

They were Bran and Rickon. They were your brothers.

You've known them since they were born.

They weren't. They were only--

Only what?

I can't.

Tell me.

I can't, not unless the master says.

Tell me. They weren't what?

They weren't--

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

Tell me to my face, Theon.

Tell me that they weren't your brothers!

They weren't Bran and Rickon!

I couldn't find them.

It was two farm boys.

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

You didn't?

Do you know where they went, Bran and Rickon?

I can't talk to you anymore.

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

Not Theon! Reek!

(door closes)

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

More than half of those are mounted, however.

And how high do Stannis's horses jump?

Our walls have been fully repaired.

The gates have been reinforced.

We have enough food for six months.

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

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

You disagree?

Stannis isn't from the North.

You are, Father.

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

And what do you recommend?

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

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

A smart commander does not abandon a defensive advantage.

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

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

I don't need an army.

I need 20 good men.

So, have you decided yet?

Whether I'm worthy of your service?

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

It's probably my safest option.

I can see why you would think so.

It's what your father would have done.

And what would your father have done?

My father, who publically sentenced me to death?

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

Is that why you killed him?

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

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

I know what my father was.

What he did.

I know the Mad King earned his name.

So, here we sit.

Two terrible children of two terrible fathers.

I'm terrible?

I've heard stories.

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

To see if you were the right kind of terrible.

Which kind is that?

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

Well, I did reopen the fighting pits.

Under my rule, murder will once again become entertainment.

Yes, that was wise.

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

Very impressive.

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

She ended up having him killed.

Perhaps it won't come to that.

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

Varys? King Robert's spymaster?

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

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

Jorah sent my secrets to Varys.

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

He did what he had to do to survive.

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

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

But you trust him?

Yes, oddly.

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

Except my brother.

The brother who killed my father?

That's the one.

Perhaps I will have you killed after all.

Your queenly prerogative.

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

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

I'm not going to kill you.

No? Banish me?

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

You're going to advise me.

While you can still speak in complete sentences.

Advise you on what?

How to get what I want.

The Iron Throne.

Perhaps you should try wanting something else.

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

I'm not entirely joking.

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

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

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

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

I will continue that fight here and beyond.

But this is not my home.

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

The common people.

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

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

What was that like? Ruling without the rich?

House Targaryen is gone.

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

The Starks are gone as well.

Our two terrible fathers saw to that.

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

Stannis Baratheon won't back you, either.

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

That leaves the Tyrells.

Not impossible, not enough.

Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell.

They're all just spokes on a wheel.

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

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

It's a beautiful dream, stopping the wheel.

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

I'm not going to stop the wheel.

I'm going to break the wheel.

(grunting)

(whistles)

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

I won.

You struck me.

Have me flogged if it makes you happy.

But I'm the best you've got.

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

You're a free man.

You could have gone anywhere.

Why did you come back?

Let me fight for her and I belong to you.

Woman: Thirsty?

Confess.

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

Confess.

I can make you a wealthy woman.

A lady of the court.

Confess.

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

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

(door opens)

(door closes, locks)

(slurping)

(wind howling)

Does it hurt?

Good.

How are you?

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

You know what I mean.

I'm good.

Are you scared?

A little.

Me, too.

(knocks on door)

Who's there?

Olly.

Come in.

I heard what happened.

Oh, not to worry.

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

Figured you were hungry.

Oh, you're a good lad.

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

I need to check on baby Sam.

(door closes)

Sam: Now then, how can I help?

It's about the Lord Commander.

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

Wildlings killed my mom and dad.

They killed everyone in my village.

We've been fighting them for years.

This wasn't a fight.

We were farmers and they slaughtered us.

So why is he saving them?

Wildlings are people.

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

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

Oh, Olly.

How can he trust him?

I've seen the army of the dead.

I've seen the white walkers.

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

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

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

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

We don't stand a chance otherwise.

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

You believe that?

With all my heart.

Try not to worry, Olly.

I've been worrying about Jon for years.

He always comes back.

(wind howling)

(men grunting)

Ranger: Turn us about!

You trust me, Jon Snow?

Does that make me a fool?

We're fools together now.

(man whistles)

Lord of Bones.

Been a long time.

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

The other way around now. What happened?

War? You call that a war?

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

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

You don't give the orders here.

I'm not giving an order.

Why aren't you in chains?

He's not my prisoner.

What is he?

We're allies.

You f*cking traitor.

You fight for the crows now?

I don't fight for the crows.

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

Is that right?

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

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

(grunts)

Gather the elders and let's talk.

(man coughs)

My name's Jon Snow.

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

We're not friends.

We've never been friends.

We won't become friends today.

This isn't about friendship.

This is about survival.

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

You built that wall to keep us out.

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

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

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

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

But together we can beat them.

Beat the white walkers?

Good luck with that. Run from them, maybe.

It's not a trick.

It's a gift for those who join us.

Dragonglass.

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

You saw this?

But I trust the man.

There are old stories about dragonglass.

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

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

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

Come with you where?

Jon: There are good lands south of the Wall.

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

(murmuring)

I knew Mance Rayder.

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

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

We're prepared to give you that new life.

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

Where is Mance?

He died.

I put an arrow through his heart.

(wildlings shouting)

Tormund: Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

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

Hey, none of you saw Mance die.

I did.

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

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

His arrow was mercy.

What he did took courage.

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

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

I'm not asking you to forget your dead.

I'll never forget mine.

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

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

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

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

No clan can stop them.

The free folk can't stop them.

The Night's Watch can't stop them.

And all the southern kings can't stop them.

Only together, all of us.

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

You vouch for this man, Tormund?

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

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

He didn't have to come to Hardhome.

He came because he needs us and we need him.

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

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

(sighs)

I'll never trust a man in black.

But I trust you, Tormund.

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

This is the way.

(murmuring)

Elder: I'm with Tormund.

We stay here, we're dead men.

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

(giant growls)

Tormund.

Keep that new life you want to give us.

And keep your glass, King Crow.

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

That's our enemy.

That has always been our enemy.

I f*cking hate Thenns.

(chatter)

Man: Move it.

Woman: Be careful.

Man #2: Move 'em along, now.

Man #3: Cast-off time.

That's it, come on.

How many are with us? 5,000?

I'm not good at counting.

We're leaving too many behind.

The free folk are stubborn.

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

20 f*cking years.

And he knew them better than I ever will.

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

They'll come around.

Jon: Get yourselves ready.

Man: Aye!

Johnna is gonna look after you.

She's in charge. You listen to her.

Man: Take her. There you are.

I want to go with you.

I need to get the old folks on the boats.

I'm right behind you. I promise.

Go on.

(overlapping voices) Another one.

Keep moving. We'll meet you out there.

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

That's the last one!

Three more! Move on!

(overlapping voices continue)

There's more dragonglass everywhere.

(growls)

I've got some more daggers over here.

Put that dagger in his bag.

Uh...

(speaks the Old Tongue)

(dogs barking, howling)

(wind gusting)

(barking continues)

(thunder rumbling)

(murmuring)

(whining)

Man: Steady!

(rumbling)

(wind howling)

(people shouting)

Shut the gates.

Man: Close the gates!

(shouting, screaming)

Shut the gates!

(shouting)

Wait!

Open the gate!

Let us in!

(all shouting)

Help us!

(people screaming)

Woman: Please open it!

(pounding)

Man: Open the gate!

(shouting continues)

(shouting stops)

(footsteps)

(distant screams echoing)

(screams)

(roaring)

(people screaming)

Tormund: Ready your arrows!

(snarling)

(people screaming)

(all shouting)

Tormund: Wait! Wait!

Keep in line! Keep in line!

Get in line!

(snarling)

(thumping, snarling)

(growling)

(shouts)

Man: Get to the front!

Man #2: Go on, shoot it!

(shouting)

Karsi: Wait, wait!

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

Lord Commander!

Get them to the ship and come back for me!

But you'll never make--

(people shouting)

Let me on!

Let me on!

Bloody f*cking move!

Let go!

You should be on one of those boats.

So should you. My little girls got on.

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

You have my word. I've given orders.

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

(thunder rumbles)

If they get through, everyone dies.

Night's Watch, with me!

Move! Move!

Move!

(screams)

(screaming)

Man: No, no!

Jon: Tormund, the sleigh!

Tormund: Okay, okay!

The dragonglass.

You and me, then!

(giant growling)

Get the glass.

(shouts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(gasping)

(gasps)

(rings)

(grunts)

(screams echoing)

(groans)

(panting)

(screaming)

(people shouting)

Come on!

The dragonglass.

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

(screeching)

Oh, f*ck!

(shouting)

Man: Tormund, run!

(wood creaking)

(men shouting)

Wun Wun, to the sea.

(roaring)

(woman screaming)

(overlapping voices) Quickly!

Faster, faster!

Run, run!

Quickly!

Quickly, row! Row!

Go, go, come on!

(wildlings screaming)

Let's go! Now, now!

Man: Come on, row!

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(music playing)

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05x07 - The Gift

Did you kill Joffrey?

It was something my new friends wanted very badly.

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

We engaged in intimate relations.

Queen Margaery walked in on us.

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

Lancel Lannister.

Brother Lancel.

We abandon our family names.

Quite a family to abandon.

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

It's a slave ship.

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

I want you to be my wife.

We have to go, Myrcella. Now.

Drop your weapons.

We're going to have a baby.

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

Maybe Lady Sansa is better off here.

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

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

Will you take this man?

I take this man.

You've known Sansa since she was a girl.

Now watch her become a woman.

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

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

The Queen and the Princess?

They're coming with us.

We march at sunrise.

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

I'll open the gates and let them through.

Make peace to save your people.

You're coming with me.

(theme music playing)

(snorts)

(horse whinnies)

(grunts)

First Ranger, you have command of Castle Black.

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

As always, thank you for your honesty.

Safe travels, Lord Commander.

Thank you, Sam.

Oh, um...

It's dragonglass.

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

I hope you don't need them.

Me, too.

(Aemon gasping)

(coos)

There he is.

(Little Sam giggles) - (laughs)

That laugh.

Egg.

Egg laughed like that.

One of the first things I remember.

His little brother Aegon. He became king.

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

(laughs)

Get him south, Gillyflower.

Before it's too late.

(wind whistling)

(crying)

(wind howling)

(gasps)

Theon, wait.

Not Theon, my lady. Reek.

Help me.

You're his wife now.

Theon.

Do what he says.

Do what he says or he'll hurt you.

He already hurts me every night.

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

It can't be any worse.

It can. It can always be worse.

What did he do to you?

Please.

You betrayed my family!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

You have to help me. Theon, help me.

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

My family still has friends in the North.

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

Climb to the top of the broken tower.

Light this candle and put it in the window.

Promise me, Theon.

Reek! My name is Reek.

Your name is Theon Greyjoy.

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

Do you hear me?

Theon... promise me.

(door closes, latch clanks)

(wind howling)

Yes, Reek?

(cooing)

Aemon: Egg.

Mother's looking for you.

Get some sleep, Sam.

You'll have to speak for him tomorrow.

You don't know that.

Get some sleep.

I'll watch over him.

Sam: I'm staying, too.

He's always been good to me.

I can't leave him now.

(labored breathing)

I dreamed... that I was old.

Sam: His name was Aemon Targaryen.

He came to us from King's Landing.

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

No man was wiser or gentler or kinder.

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

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

And now his watch is ended.

All: And now his watch is ended.

(sniffles)

You're losing all your friends, Tarly.

My beautiful wife.

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

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

You've made me very happy.

Our scouts report that Stannis Baratheon rides for Winterfell.

He's a respected commander.

His troops are loyal and battle-tested.

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

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

Our people are used to fighting in the frost.

His army is out there now suffering in the snow.

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

You'll be my lady and Wardeness.

But isn't your stepmother pregnant?

What of it?

What happens if she has a boy?

Then I'll have a baby brother.

But he'll be the heir.

I'm Lord Bolton's eldest son.

But you're a b*st*rd.

A trueborn will always have the stronger claim.

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

Tommen Baratheon? Another b*st*rd.

Bastards can rise high in the world.

Like your half-brother Jon Snow.

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

You didn't know?

Yes, he's done very well for himself.

I nearly forgot why I asked you to join me.

Come, my lady.

Ramsay: Your northern friend.

Reek told me you wanted to leave.

Winterfell is your home and I am your husband.

Tough old bird.

Everyone talks when I start peeling them.

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

We do breed them tough in the North.

Bring my wife back to her chamber.

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

You should hold on to your candles.

The nights are so long now.

(chuckles)

(chatter)

(chatter continues)

(man coughing)

Davos: 40 horses died in the night.

We'll lose more come sunset.

We're running out of food.

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

What else?

The Stormcrows rode off last night.

500 men.

Sellswords.

Loyal to nothing but gold.

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

This isn't our time.

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

I retreated from King's Landing, Ser Davos.

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

Your Grace--

Winter is coming.

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

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

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

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

This is the right time and I will risk everything.

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

We march to victory or we march to defeat.

But we go forward. Only forward.

Your Grace.

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

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

A great battle in the snow.

I don't know what I saw.

You do know.

Trust yourself.

And you? Do you trust yourself?

I trust in the Lord.

Are you sure?

I have seen myself walk along the battlements of Winterfell.

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

But sometimes sacrifices must be made to ensure victory.

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

The usurper Robb Stark.

The usurper Joffrey Baratheon.

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

No, we have someone better.

And your blood runs through her veins.

Have you lost your mind?

Do you doubt me?

Still?

After all that you've seen.

There must be another way.

Leeches or--

There is only one way.

You must become king before the Long Night begins.

Only you can lead the living against the dead.

All your life has led us to this moment.

To this decision.

She's my daughter.

Get out.

(door opens)

There's always some sort of grub on.

A bit of mutton would be nice.

A beauty from beyond the Wall.

(man chuckles)

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

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

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

Come on, love, give us a kiss.

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

One little kiss.

Come on, give him a kiss.

A man gets lonely guarding the Wall.

There's no need to be rude.

We just want a little affection.

Ooh. (laughs)

Get your hands off her.

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

Sam the Slayer.

You gonna slay me with that sword?

Brant: Look at his hand shake.

Gilly, go on.

Get back to your room, lock the door.

I'm warning you.

Come on.

Come on.

(grunts)

You lying sack of sh1t.

Derek: Killed a white walker, eh?

You fat-ass f*ck.

(groans)

Come on, get up.

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

Leave him alone!

Stubborn little wildling bitch, aren't you?

(Gilly screams)

(grunts)

Come on!

Sam! Sam! Sam!

Come on!

(whimpering)

(grunting)

Gilly: Sam! Sam!

Derek: Come on.

Brant: Right. - (Gilly crying)

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

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

I said get your hands off her.

Brant: You're gonna get yourself killed.

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

I killed a white walker, I killed a Thenn.

I'll take my chances with you.

(snarling, growling)

(barks)

(door slams) - Sam!

I'm all right.

You're not.

Just a bit woozy.

(wincing)

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

I will not. They would have--

I don't know what they would have done.

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

No. No, no. They were tiring out.

I had them in the palm of my hand.

Don't be stupid, Sam.

You're not a fighter.

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

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

But of course I will.

And...

I'll take care of you, too.

I need more water.

Stay.

Please?

(breathing quickens)

(winces)

Am I hurting you?

Are you sure?

(moans)

Oh, my!

(chains rattling)

(whip cracks)

(grunts)

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

Not your usual street tough or drunken pirate.

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

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

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

He killed the great Khal Drogo in single combat.

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

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

13. Do I have 14?

15? 15 gold honors.

Do I hear 16? 16?

Sold.

Wait! You have to buy me as well.

We're a team.

I'm a great fighter, too.

(laughing)

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

(laughing)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(laughing continues)

(grunting, shouting)

You're right, he's funny.

Thank you, my lord. Thank you.

My lord, if I may.

I've heard Meereen has become a free city.

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

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

There's your wages, funny man.

Should last the rest of your life.

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

5, going once...

(giggles)

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

Don't be ridiculous.

My marriage to Hizdahr is political.

I think he's smart enough to understand that.

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

Are you jealous?

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

(laughs)

You're right.

My motivations are entirely impure.

Doesn't make me wrong.

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

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

I have no choice.

Everyone has a choice.

Even slaves have a choice-- death or slavery.

So what else can I do, hmm?

Marry me instead.

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

Why not?

You are queen. You can do what you like.

No, I can't.

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

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

Of course.

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

I am a queen, not a butcher.

All rulers are either butchers or meat.

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

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

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

You should have the decency to kneel before the gods.

Don't spar with me, little fellow.

(groans)

For me, it's the knees.

Hips.

A man of the people. Is that your game?

It's an old game. Dull and unconvincing.

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

The people always do the dirty work.

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

Useful talent.

I'm here for my grandson and granddaughter.

Your grandson and granddaughter swore sacred vows and lied.

The Father judges us all.

Sons of high lords, sons of fishermen.

If you break his laws, you will be punished.

Don't you walk away from me.

You don't give commands here, Lady Olenna.

What is it you want?

Gold?

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

(chuckles)

What, then?

I imagine this is strange for you.

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

But I'm telling you a simple truth.

I serve the gods.

The gods demand justice.

How do they communicate their demands?

By raven or horse?

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

If you don't have one in your library,

I'll give you my own.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(chuckles)

Have you ever sowed the field, Lady Olenna?

Have you ever reaped the grain?

Has anyone in House Tyrell?

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

You are the few, we are the many.

And when the many stop fearing the few...

(dog barking)

Lady Olenna.

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

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

I am the king!

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

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

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

You cannot blame yourself for fate.

Your father, your brother, your grandfather--

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

Hold them as they left this world.

Kissed their heads after they'd gone.

I'll call in the army.

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

I'll start a war if I have to.

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

I love her.

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

We must be strong for those we love.

We cannot give in to despair.

I will speak with the High Sparrow.

There must be something he--

Let me talk to him on your behalf.

The king cannot sully himself negotiating with an unwashed fanatic.

You will try to help her?

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

Your happiness is all I want in this world.

I know.

No, you don't.

You can't possibly.

Not until you have children of your own.

I would do anything for you.

Anything to keep you from harm.

I would burn cities to the ground.

You are all that matters.

You and your sister.

From the moment you came into this world.

My boy.

My only boy.

(door opens)

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

You looked different when I left.

You had more hair.

And more hands.

How's Trystane?

He'll be all right.

I'm sorry for that.

It wasn't supposed to happen that way.

Why is it happening at all?

Your mother's worried about you.

Threats have been made.

Dorne's too dangerous for you.

I've come to take you home.

This is my home.

This has been my home for years.

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

I did what she said.