왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 04x05) - Game of Thrones Script, 4x05 - First of His Name

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(theme music playing)

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

Long may he reign!

All: Long may he reign!

(cheering)

Special day.

(crowd chatting)

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

There he is.

Long may he reign.

Long may he reign.

He sits the throne like he was born to it.

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

No, he wasn't.

You still mourn for Joffrey?

He was my husband. My king.

He would have been your nightmare.

Your Grace, I feel--

You knew exactly what he was.

I did, too.

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

Doesn't matter what they do.

And what he did, it shocked me.

Do you think I'm easily shocked?

The things he did shocked me.

He's only a boy.

A good boy.

A decent boy.

He always has been.

Who was the lastdecent king, I wonder?

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

It would be some consolation, wouldn't it?

For all the horror that put him there.

He will need help...

if he's going to rule well.

He has you.

A mother is not enough.

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

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

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

It would be a great honor, of course.

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

Yes, speak to your father.

I'll speak to mine.

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

(chuckles)

I won't even know what to call you.

Sister?

Or Mother?

King Joffrey Baratheon is dead.

Murdered at his own wedding.

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

The Second Sons took the Meereenese navy.

Who told you to take the navy?

No one.

So why did you do it?

I heard you liked ships.

How many ships?

93 , Your Grace.

How many men can they carry?

93,000, not counting sailors.

Would that be enough to take King's Landing?

The Lannisters have more.

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

They're tired, dispersed.

And now their king is dead.

8,000 Unsullied,

2,000 Second Sons

sailing into Blackwater Bayand storming the gateswithout warning.

It's hard to say.

It could be enough.

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

10,000 men can't conquer Westeros.

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

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

There's other news.

From Yunkai.

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

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

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

Please leave me.

Not you, Jorah.

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

You could sail for Westeros and leave it all behind.

A boy sits on the Iron Throne.

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

They've never been more vulnerable.

You counseled me against rashness once in Qarth.

I didn't listen.

That all worked out well.

(chuckles)

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

Why should anyone trust me?

Why should anyone follow me?

You're a Targaryen.

You're the Mother of Dragons.

I need to be more than that.

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

I will not sail for Westeros.

What, then?

I will do what queens do.

I will rule.

Pull up your hood.

A memorable shade.

But how would they know?

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

Ones about rich girls they'll never meet.

Is this the only way into the Eyrie?

The mountains are impassable.

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

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

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

And the fortress they built here has never been overcome.

Not once in 1,000 years.

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

Knight: Who would pass the Bloody Gate?

Lord Petyr Baelish and his niece Alayne.

Stand to.

Stand to!

Stand to!

Welcome back, Lord Baelish.

(gate clanking)

(door opens)

Uncle Petyr!

Littlefinger:My lord.

I have brought you a gift.

Lord Baelish.

My lady.

Look what Uncle Petyr brought me.

A beautiful gift for a beautiful boy.

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

My name is Al--

Oh, do take down that hood, child.

Don't you think I know who you are?

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

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

My flesh and blood.

It's wonderful to meet you, Aunt Lysa.

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

Of course.

I understand.

No one can know you're here.

It would put us in a very precarious position.

I would never say a thing.

The Lannisters want to destroy us.

They've been trying for years.

Now they knowwhat it feels like.

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

They did, and my father's.

They killed my father, too, with poison.

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

Make him fly?

Through the Moon Door.

(giggles)

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

They did.

They made us both.

Lord Tyrion didn't want to.

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

Did he force himself on you?

We never--

Lysa: Good.

Robin, this is your cousin Sansa.

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

Do you understand?

Sansa, this is my son Robin.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Robin.

Robin, show Sansa to her chamber.

Take the back stairs.

We'll speak soon.

What took you so long?

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

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

Let's get married tonight.

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

There's only one Lord of the Vale.

The others can all hang.

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

I do think that we could wait until--

I'm done waiting, Petyr.

We had our wedding night many years ago.

Or don't you remember?

Like it was yesterday.

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

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

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

(moans)

The deed is done.

Faded into nothing.

Only speaking of it can make it real.

Tonight it is, then.

(laughs)

Let me bathe and dress for the occasion.

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

I'm warning you.

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

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

(Lysa screaming)

(grunting, moaning)

(screaming)

(moaning, screaming continues)

When will the wedding take place in your mind?

As soon as decency permits.

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

A fortnight?

That seems reasonable.

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

And your wedding to Loras?

Shortly after Tommen's.

Shortly?

A fortnight.

I know you don't like them.

I didn't like your husband.

Used to pat me on the back a lot.

I didn't trust him.

We had that in common.

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

Then whom can we trust?

Ourselves alone.

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

Robert wasn't particularly rich.

Robert had me funding him.

Wars swallow gold like a pit in the earth.

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

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

Haven't a clue.

Go on, your best guess.

Pounds, tons, ounces?

Doesn't matter.

The answer is the same.

That can't be.

Our last working mine ran dry three years ago.

Then how do we pay for anything?

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

How much?

A tremendous amount.

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

The Iron Bank is the Iron Bank.

There is no someone.

Someone does work there.

It is comprised of people.

And a temple is comprised of stones.

One stone crumbles and another takes its place.

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

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

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

You can't run from them.

You can't cheat them.

You can't sway them with excuses.

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

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

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

I'm not sure my brothers do.

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

And as a mother,that is your right.

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

I respect that.

We don't need to discuss it.

The Lannister legacy is the only thing that matters.

You've started wars to protect this family.

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

What does Tyrion deserve for lighting that future on fire?

Arya:Joffrey.

Cersei.

Walder Frey.

Meryn Trant.

Tywin Lannister.

The Red Woman.

Beric Dondarrion.

Thoros of Myr.

Ilyn Payne.

The Mountain.

Would you shut up?

I can't sleep until I say the names.

The names of every f*cking person in Westeros?

Only the ones I'm going to kill.

(chuckles)

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

Better than most.

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

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

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

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

I'm almost done.

Only one name left.

Go on.

The Hound.

Thank you.

Your mother always had a sweet tooth, you know?

Really?

Oh, yes.

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

Anything sweet.

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

Cat was the firstborn daughter after all.

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

My mother fat?

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

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

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

Marriage changes people.

I didn't mean for you to stop.

Go on, enjoy them.

How do you like them?

They're delicious.

Where did you get the lemons?

You can't grow them up here.

Oh, gods, no.

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

He knew you liked lemon cakes.

He's so kind.

He really cares for you.

Think where you'd be without him.

In their clutches and tried for murder.

I'm very lucky.

He feels responsible for you.

Oh, I know he does.

I'm so grateful.

Why does he feel responsible for you?

Well, I'm half Tully.

He loved your family so much.

Loved your mother.

That's what you wanted to say.

He loves you, Aunt Lysa.

He's married to you.

Your mother never loved him. Never.

Cat always went straight for the sweetest thing.

The most obvious thing. Your Uncle Brandon.

Your handsome, arrogant, cruel Uncle Brandon.

He almost killed Petyr in a duel.

And your mother loved him anyway.

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

Has he told you about them?

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

The vile things they let him do with their bodies?

No, never.

Are you pregnant?

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

I wasn't asking about Tyrion.

What have you let Petyr do with your body?

Aunt Lysa, no, I--

Your young, pretty body.

Nothing. I'm a virgin.

Don't lie to me.

You're hurting me.

I'll know if you lie.

I'm a virgin, I swear it.

He loves you, Aunt Lysa.

All he says is that I'm stupid.

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

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

Not once, not ever.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

It's all right.

It will all be all right.

You'll be a widow soon.

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

You'll be the Lady of the Vale.

(horse whinnies)

(grunting)

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

Yes, my lady, when I was young.

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

He preferred litters.

Perhaps you should have stayed with him.

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

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

That's a long way off.

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

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

Feel free to stop at any point.

Never, my lady. I'm your squire.

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

I don't see why I need one now.

All knights have squires, my lady.

I'm not a knight.

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

I swore an oath, my lady.

I am releasing you from that oath.

That means you could leave.

I know.

What do you think will happen if you leave?

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

(horse nickers)

(whinnies)

The hell you doing?

Practicing.

What, ways to die?

No one's going to kill me.

They will if you nance around like that.

That's no way to fight.

It's not fighting.

It's water dancing.

Dancing?

Maybe you ought to put on a dress.

Who taught you that shite?

The greatest swordsman who ever lived.

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

Braavos.

(scoffs)

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

They all are.

What do you know about anything?

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

It was not.

Was? He dead?

He was killed.

Who by?

Meryn Trant.

That's why Ser Meryn--

Meryn Trant?

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

He was outnumbered.

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

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

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

(laughs)

All right.

You have a sword.

Let's see what he taught you.

Go on, do it for your Braavosi friend.

Dead like all the rest of your friends.

(grunts)

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

(scoffs)

(bird calling)

Your Grace.

Prince Oberyn.

Writing letters?

A poem, actually.

May I show you the gardens?

I couldn't very well refuse a royal escort.

No, you couldn't.

I didn't realize you were a poet.

Not a very good one.

For your paramour?

For one of my daughters.

You have several, don't you?

Eight.

Eight?

Eight daughters?

The fifth is difficult.

I named her after my sister Elia.

Beautiful name.

But I can't say it without turning sad.

And after I turn sad, I grow angry.

Perhaps that's why she's difficult.

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

Which joke is that?

You're a prince of Dorne.

A legendary fighter.

A brilliant man feared throughout Westeros.

But you could not save your sister.

I'm a Lannister. Queen for 19 years.

Daughter of the most powerful man alive.

But I could not save my son.

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

We can avenge them.

Yes, we can avenge them.

You really believe Tyrion murdered your son?

I know he did.

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

We'll have a trial, anyway.

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

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

Laughing in the sun.

I want to believe that.

I want to believe she's happy.

You have my word.

We don't hurt little girls in Dorne.

Everywhere in the world, they hurt little girls.

Would you bring her a gift for me?

I wasn't there for her name day.

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

Anything at all.

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

Myrcella loves the open water.

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

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

Podrick: Oh, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

Hells.

Gods.

Did you remove the skin?

No, my lady.

Have you ever cooked a rabbit before?

No, my lady.

Did you ever cook anything for Lord Tyrion?

No, my lady.

That was the cooks.

(groans)

What are you doing?

I'm helping you with your armor.

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

What exactly did you do for Lord Tyrion?

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

I kept his clothing and linens clean.

Carried his messages and returned the replies.

Mostly I poured wine.

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

I killed a man.

A Kingsguard.

He tried to kill Lord Tyrion at the Blackwater.

How did you kill a Kingsguard?

I pushed a spear through the back of his head.

Bloody ridiculous.

Help me with these straps.

(woman whimpering)

(Rast laughing)

Rast: Hey.

Hey, get up.

Get up.

(sobbing)

Man: That's it lad, put it inside.

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

Aye. What we need is a girl there.

I've got to have a piss.

(pigs grunting)

(women whimpering)

Now keep quiet.

(rattles)

(lantern squeaking)

(coughs)

You need water.

It doesn't matter.

Of course it matters.

You mustn't let anything stop you.

They already have stopped me.

You're not here.

You're far from here.

What does that mean?

(crows cawing)

At the hill.

A great weirwood tree.

You've seen it, too.

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

He's waiting for you.

We have to find it.

You have to make it.

We will.

This-- this isn't the end.

Not for you.

Not yet.

Meera:How... will we know the end?

You'll know.

(footsteps)

Locke:Brothers.

You do move quiet.

How many?

11 men.

Most of them already drunk.

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

We'll carve them up like walnut pie.

Karl was a top paid cutthroat in Flea Bottom.

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

Have you seen what I can do with a knife?

(chuckles)

Not yet.

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

They've got some hounds chained up inside.

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

New moon tonight.

(sighs)

Get some rest.

We move at sundown.

I've always liked a girl with curls.

A touch of class.

You take whatever's left.

Get her up.

Bran:Stop.

Stop.

What are you doing?

Hodor:Hodor. Hodor. Hodor.

Stop.

Stop!

Hodor: Hodor. Hodor.

Bran: Stop!

Please.

Hodor.

Please, get off her!

Hodor. Hodor.

Please!

Please, leave her alone!

Bran:Please, stop. Stop.

What are you doing? Leave her alone!

Hodor. Hodor.

No!

Shh, shh, shh.

(gasping)

(whimpering)

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

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

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

No dresses for you.

You like it rough, don't you?

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

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

You can help me?

I can.

And how you gonna do that?

I have the sight.

I can see things.

That's very helpful.

Things that haven't

happened yet.

What a fine thing.

A fine thing.

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

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

Don't close your eyes.

I saw you die tonight.

I saw your body burn.

I saw the snow fall and bury your bones.

Man:To arms!

They're here, the Night's Watch.

(men shouting)

(woman screaming)

(screams)

Rescue party is here, lads.

Lady.

Is Jon with you?

I'll take you to him.

You're Brandon Stark?

(gasps)

Hodor. Hodor.

The little crippled lord.

We're going for a ride, boy.

Jon! Jon!

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

Starting with the idiot.

Do you hear?

Do you hear?

Hodor:Hodor! Hodor!

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor.

(grunting)

(choking)

(neck cracks)

Hodor.

Hodor, get his knife.

Cut me loose.

Hodor, get his knife.

Hodor.

Cut me loose, Hodor.

Jojen and Meera, free them.

Go!

(swords clanking)

(men shouting)

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

He's my brother.

And wants to protect you.

He'll take you backto Castle Black.

You have to decide.

Do you want to find the three-eyed raven?

Bran: Hodor.

Hodor: Hodor.

We need to free Summer.

And we need to go.

(shouts)

(groans)

Lord Snow.

Are you bringing me back for trial?

We had a good thing here.

We were free men.

You'll never be free.

You'll never know what that's like.

You learn how to fight in a castle?

(groans)

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

(groans)

How to fight with honor?

You know what's wrong with honor?

(spits)

(grunts)

(gurgling)

(panting)

Are you all right?

Come with me.

Come on.

(grunts)

We lost four brothers?

Five.

What the seven hells could do that to a man?

I count 10 dead mutineers.

Locke said there were 11 of them.

Where's Rast?

(wind howling)

(panting)

(crows cawing)

(roaring)

(Rast screams)

Here's another.

Jon:Where in seven hells?

Come here.

(whining)

I missed you, boy.

What should we do with this lot?

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

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

Come with us to Castle Black.

We can find you work.

Keep you safe.

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

Your brother crows beat us and worse.

We'll find our own way.

You want to stay here in Craster's Keep?

(spits)

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

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

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04x04 - Oathkeeper.docx

(theme music playing)

My name is Grey Worm.

I come from the Summer "Ills."

Isles. Summer Isles.

Grey Worm: Summer Isles.

(speaking Valyrian)

I am from an island called Naath.

When they took you?

"When did they take me?"

I was five years old.

You remember your home?

I remember when they rowed us away from shore.

How white the beaches were.

How tall the trees.

And I remember my village burning.

Smoke rising into the sky.

Do you remember your home?

Unsullied.

Always Unsullied.

Before Unsullied, nothing.

That's not true.

Perhaps one day you will return to the Summer Isles.

I don't want return.

(speaking Valyrian)

Kill the masters.

Kill the masters.

Daenerys:How are the lessons coming?

Very well, Your Grace.

Missandei is teacher good, my queen.

You'll have to continue later.

It's time.

(grunting)

(speaks Valyrian)

(speaks Valyrian)

(gasps)

(slaves shouting)

(screaming)

(slaves shouting)

Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa!

Mhysa! Mhysa!

Mhysa! Mhysa!

(shouting continues)

(shouting continues)

Mhysa! Mhysa!

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

163, Khaleesi.

Yes, that was it.

(shouts in Valyrian)

Barristan: Your Grace, may I have a word?

The city is yours.

All these people,they're your subjects now.

Sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.

I will answer injustice with justice.

(screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(screams echoing)

(panting)

(grunts)

What the hell was that?

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

You're a rare talent.

When you're fighting cripples, anyway.

You learned to fight like a good little boy.

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

You want to fight prettyor you want to win?

You talk to my brother this way?

All the time.

He got used to it.

Do you think he did it?

Oh, he hated the little twat, sure.

But who didn't?

And poison's not his style.

Or murder, for that matter.

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

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

We're done for today.

(seagulls calling)

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

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

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

You were his first choice.

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

You gonna fight for him now?

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

Four walls.

A pot to piss in.

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

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Maybe a bit.

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.

It's complicated, yes.

So how is our sister?

How do you think?

Her son died in her arms.

Her son?

Don't.

You know what's coming?

My trial for regicide.

Yes, I know.

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

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

And that judge is my father.

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

Now that you mention it, she did ask.

So, should I turn around and close my eyes?

Depends.

Did you do it?

The Kingslayer brothers.

You like it?

I like it.

You're really asking if I killed your son?

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

How can I help you?

Well, you could set me free.

You know I can't.

Then there's really nothing else to say.

What do you want me to do?

Kill the guards?

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

I'm the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

Sorry, I'd forgotten.

I'd hate for you to do something inappropriate.

Inappropriate?

You're accused of killing the king.

Freeing you is treason.

Except I didn't do it.

Which is why we're having a trial.

A trial.

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

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

Not just yours.

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

Sansa couldn't have done this.

She had more reason than anyone in the Seven Kingdoms.

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

No, but...

Sansa's not a killer.

Not yet, anyway.

(wood creaking)

(men shouting)

(footsteps approaching)

Where are you taking me?

I'm getting married to your Aunt Lysa.

She's waiting for us at the Eyrie.

You'll be safe there.

Did you kill Joffrey?

Did I kill Joffrey?

I've been in the Vale for weeks.

I know it was you.

And who helped me with this conspiracy?

Well, there was Ser Dontos.

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

Why not?

Because you're too smart to trust a drunk.

Then perhaps it was your husband.

How do you know?

I just do.

You're right.

He wasn't involved in Joffrey's death.

But you were.

Do you remember that lovelynecklace Dontos gave you?

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

The poison.

I don't understand.

The Lannisters gave you wealth, power.

Joffrey made you the Lord of Harrenhal.

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

Always keep your foes confused.

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

I don't believe you.

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

You'd risk that just to confuse them?

So many men, they risk so little.

They spend their lives avoiding danger.

And then they die.

I'd risk everything to get what I want.

And what do you want?

Everything.

My friendship with the Lannisters was productive.

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

And who could trust a friend like that?

Who could trust you?

I don't want friends like me.

My new friends are predictable.

Very reasonable people.

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

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

I can't believe you're going.

Leaving me alone here with these people.

The time has come, my dear.

There's nothing more tedious than a trial.

Except perhaps these gardens.

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

(Margaery laughs)

Have you been to see Tommen yet?

Have they even agreed to the match?

No one tells me anything.

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

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

I was to be given to some Targaryen or other.

Marrying a Targaryen was all the rage back then.

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

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

(laughs)

How absentminded of me.

Mm-hmm.

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

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

I was good.

I was very, very good.

You are even better.

But you need to act quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

Well, he could have done.

He could have done, but he didn't.

You don't know, Grandmother.

But I do know.

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

What?

I don't understand.

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

You just do what needs to be done.

Jon:Bring it through!

(swords clanging)

And again.

(laughs)

Very nice. Good.

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

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

Let's see what you can do.

Olly, you just watch for now.

I can fight.

Have you ever held a sword before?

I was the best archer in our hamlet.

(men laugh)

I was!

I believe you.

We'll go hunting for rabbits one day.

Right now, watch and learn.

You two.

Take it slow, try and disarm each other.

(shouts)

(groans)

You know how to fight.

You could have gone easier on him.

He wouldn't have learned anything that way.

Alliser:Lord Snow.

What do you think you're doing?

Grenn and I were helping them.

Grenn's a ranger.

You're a steward.

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

And that someone isn't you.

Go find a chamber pot to empty.

Go on. Do it.

You traitor's b*st*rd.

Give me an excuse.

Mormont's not here to protect you now.

Get back to work.

I said now!

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

You're not.

You think I care if they like me?

We're at war.

For now.

But you can't be acting commander forever.

There will be a choosing.

The old maester will insist on it.

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

Let the mutineers take care of Snow.

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

A b*st*rd, eh?

Took you for highborn.

My father was highborn.

My mother wasn't.

Name's Locke.

Jon Snow.

You fight well.

What brought you up here?

A sense of duty.

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

(laughs)

I was a game warden in the Stormlands.

Fed a prized partridge to my hungry kids.

I was stupid enough to get caught.

Chose the Wall over losing my hand.

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

Alliser:Come on, get on with it.

What are you waiting for? Summer?

Guess I was wrong.

(knocking)

(knocking)

(knocking)

You sent for me, Your Grace?

Your Grace.

How formal of you.

How many Kingsguards are posted outside Tommen's door?

Ser Boros is on duty tonight.

Tomorrow I believe--

So one?

You have one man guarding the future king?

I promise you Tommen's safe.

We're protecting him.

The way you protected Joffrey?

Why did Catelyn Stark set you free?

What?

I've been wondering for months.

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

Why did she set you free?

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

She hoped or did you promise?

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

So you made a sacred vow to the enemy.

I wanted to get back to you.

Should I have told her to f*ck off?

You didn't mean it, then?

You have no loyalty to Catelyn Stark?

Catelyn Stark's dead.

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

I know you went to see Tyrion.

That creature who murdered our son.

I had to see him.

I had to know for myself.

He didn't do it, Cersei.

You've always pitied him.

Our poor little brother.

Abused by the world.

Despised by his father and sister.

He'd kill us all if he could.

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

That will be all, Lord Commander.

(sighs)

(door opens)

Ser Pounce?

(door creaks)

(door closes)

How did you get past the Kingsguard?

Kingsguard.

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

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

I'm not a visitor, Your Grace.

Word has it I'm to be your bride.

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

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

Don't you think?

But if my mother found out--

It can be our secret.

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

So, Your Grace...

Tell me a secret.

(cat meows)

(laughs)

Hello. Aren't you a proper fellow?

That's Ser Pounce.

Very handsome.

Joffrey didn't like him.

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

That's very cruel.

You don't strike me as cruel.

I don't think I am.

That's a relief.

Because you know what happens when we marry?

We say our vows in front of the high septon.

And after the ceremony, there's a feast.

When we marry, I become yours.

Forever.

It's getting late.

(sighs)

I should go.

May I come and visit you again?

(laughs)

All right, then.

Remember, our little secret.

(door closes)

Brienne:"Ser Jaime Lannister.

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

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

Pardoned by Robert Baratheon.

Thereafter known as the Kingslayer."

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

And there's still room left on mine.

Valyrian steel.

It's yours.

I can't accept this.

It was reforged from Ned Stark's sword.

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

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

Lady Stark's dead.

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

I've got something else for you.

I hope I got your measurements right.

I'll find her.

For Lady Catelyn.

And for you.

I almost forgot.

I have one more gift.

I don't need a squire.

Of course you do.

He'll slow me down.

My brother owes him a debt.

He's not safe here.

You're keeping him from harm.

It's chivalry.

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

I promise I'll serve you well.

See? He's a good lad.

You'll get along.

Compliments of Lord Tyrion.

His axe from the Blackwater.

What are you waiting for, a kiss?

Ready the lady's horse.

They say the best swords have names.

Any ideas?

Oathkeeper.

Good-bye, Brienne.

Podrick: Come on, move.

I should never have taken her away.

She wasn't safe here.

She's not safe out there.

I should have known.

You told us there were wildlings south of the Wall.

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

Castle Black could be next.

I should go back for Gilly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I tried.

Really, I did.

How fast could they travel?

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

I don't know.

They'd pass wildling villages.

They could try to find shelter at one of them.

The wildlings have joined up with Mance.

Every village or sheltered place will be deserted.

Except...

Sam: Craster's?

You think Bran might have found--

Snow.

I don't mean to interrupt.

Thorne wants to see you.

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

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

Volunteers only.

Thank you, Ser Alliser.

(men chatting)

Ahem, brothers.

(chatter continues)

(pounds)

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

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

I'm asking for volunteersto come with me.

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

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

They know the Wall.

They know our defenses.

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

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

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

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

Stabbed in the back by cowards.

He deserved far better.

All we can give him now is justice.

Who will join me?

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

Then let me say my vows.

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

Thank you, brothers.

(women whimpering)

Woman:No, don't.

Don't, please.

Woman # :Please don't. Ow!

You're hurting me.

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

Any command for us, Lord Commander?

What's that?

f*ck 'em till they're dead?

(whimpers)

Did you hear that, boys?

f*ck 'em till they're dead.

Rast.

Go outside and feed the beast.

We should kill that thing.

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

You look like a f*cking ballsack.

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

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

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

Seven silvers.

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

None of them cocksuckers got away from me.

Haven't lost a fight since I was nine.

Maybe it's time.

What do you think, eh?

Maybe you're the man.

Eh, c**t?

I wouldn't stand a chance.

None of us would.

I was a f*cking legend in Gin Alley.

A f*cking legend!

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

f*cking c**ts in steel plate.

f*cking cowards.

(baby fussing)

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

What the f*ck is that?

Craster's last child.

A boy.

What am I supposed to do with him?

What did Craster do with 'em?

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

All right.

Don't need another mouth to feed.

Hand him over.

He didn't kill them.

He offered them.

To who?

To the gods.

The white walkers.

Women: A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

Shut up!

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

(crying)

Let's give the walkers what they want.

(baby crying)

Rast is headed that way.

(baby fussing)

(crying)

(loud breathing)

(growling)

Pink-eyed f*ck.

You thirsty?

(growls)

(growls)

f*ck!

(crows cawing)

(wind howling)

(ice crackling)

(barks)

(baby crying)

Hodor.

Do you hear that?

Is that a baby?

It's coming.

I'm going out there.

No, we need to stay together.

I'm going.

(whines)

(baby crying)

(wolf howling)

(growls)

Bran. Bran.

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor.

Bran, what happened?

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

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

They have Ghost.

Bran:They're Night's Watch.

Look.

Jon might be here.

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

(woman whimpering)

(men shouting)

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

We're not safe here.

We need to go.

Bran, we need to go now.

I'm not leaving without Summer.

Can you remember where the cage was?

The east side of the keep.

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

Hodor.

(shouting)

Hodor.

Hodor.

Hodor.

(groans)

Hodor.

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

(men laughing)

Help him up.

This is nice.

Fine leather.

You're no wildling.

Important. Highborn.

Who are you?

(grunts)

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

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

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

Isn't that a bit odd?

I like your curly hair.

My mom had curls like that.

Beautiful brown curls.

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

See you haven't played this game before.

A highborn hostage, that's valuable.

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

Rast: What the f*ck's wrong with him?

Come here.

(screams)

No, please.

Please.

Please, let me help him.

Who are you?

Please.

Who are you?

I'm Brandon Stark!

I'm Brandon Stark of Winterfell.

It's Jon Snow's brother.

It's Meera. It's Meera.

I'm right here.

And I thought this was gonna be another boring day.

Meera:I'm right here.

(wind howling)

(ice crackling)

(baby crying)

(crying stops)

(crackles)

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

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04x03 - Breaker of Chains.docx

( theme music playing )

You did this.

You did this!

We have to leave.

Cersei: Take him! Take him!

Where is his wife?

Where's Sansa?

Find her.

Bar the gates of the city.

Seize every ship in the harbor.

Where is she?!

No one leaves the capital!

No one!

( bells tolling )

Get in.

Where are we going?

Somewhere safe.

Up you go, my lady.

You'll be fine.

You're stronger than you know.

( gasps )

Lord Baelish?

Petyr.

Are you hurt, my lady?

Good. Good.

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

Rest easy.

The worst is past.

Dontos: Lord Baelish.

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

Softly, my friend.

Voices carry over water.

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

First you'll want your pay.

10,000 was it?

10,000.

( snaps fingers )

Wait!

( groans )

( screams )

Littlefinger: Shh.

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

, gold cloaks are searching for you.

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

I didn't murder anyone.

I know. I know.

But you must admit it looks suspicious.

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

Why did you kill him?

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

He saved me.

Saved you? My lady, he followed my orders.

Every one of them.

And he did it all for gold.

Money buys a man'ssilence for a time.

A bolt in the heart buys it forever.

He was helping me because I saved his life.

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

The last legacy of House Hollard.

I had it made a few weeks ago.

What did I once tell you about the capital?

We're all liars here.

Come, my lady.

I know you've had a difficult day.

But you're safe now.

I promise you that.

You're safe with me

and sailing home.

So am I the queen?

More than you were with Renly.

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

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

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

The world is overflowing with horrible things.

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

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

Made me look at it.

What was it like?

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

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

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

There he was... lying on a table.

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

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

I must be cursed.

Nonsense.

Your circumstances have improved markedly.

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

But I would have been the queen.

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

You did wonderful work on Joffrey.

The next one should be easier.

Tywin:Your brother is dead.

Do you know what that means?

I'm not trying to trick you.

It means I'll become king.

Yes, you will become king.

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

A good king?

Mm, I think so as well.

You've got the right temperament for it.

But what makesa good king? Hmm?

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

This is hardly the place or the time.

Holiness?

Baelor the Blessed was holy.

And pious.

He built this sept.

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

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

Justice.

Yeah.

A good king must be just.

Orys I was just.

Everyone applauded his reforms.

Nobles and commoners alike.

But he wasn't just for long.

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

Was that truly just of him?

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

What about strength?

Strength.

King Robert was strong.

He won the rebellion and crushed the Targaryen dynasty.

And he attended three small council meetings in 17 years.

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

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

What do they all lack?

Wisdom.

Wisdom is what makes a good king.

But what is wisdom?

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

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

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

- No. Of course not.

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

You're young.

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

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

Your brother was not a wise king.

Your brother was nota good king.

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

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

Do you understand why?

Tommen:A king needs a queen.

Tywin:Yes, but why?

To further the family line.

- Do you know how that happens?

Yes, but has anyone explained the details to you?

I don't think so.

It's all relatively straightforward.

How are you?

I'm all right.

You are.

You will be.

I'll see to that.

Please give the queen a moment alone with her son.

Yes, my lord.

All of you.

( snaps fingers )

( doors echo shut )

It was Tyrion.

He killed him.

He told me he would.

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

That's what he said to me.

You saw it.

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

Avenge him.

Avenge our son.

Kill Tyrion.

Tyrion's my brother.

Our brother.

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

I don't want a trial.

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

I want him dead.

( crying )

Please, Jaime.

You have to.

He was our son.

Our baby boy.

( gasps )

You're a hateful woman.

Why have the gods made me love a hateful woman?

Jaime, not here, please.

Please.

( fabric rips )

Stop it.

Stop it. Stop.

Stop it.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop. It's not right.

( Grunts )

It's not right.

It's not right.

I don't care.

( Crying )

Don't.

I don't care.

Don't. Jaime, don't.

I don't care.

( thunder rumbles )

Gonna rain soon.

( urinating )

Where are we?

Near Fairmarket, I think.

You think?

You don't have a map?

No, I don't have a map.

Maybe we should get one.

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

How far is it to the Eyrie?

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

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

Get my gold, be on my way.

On your way where?

Why do you care?

Might book passage across the Narrow Sea.

Fight as a sellsword.

Second Sons, could be.

Seems like a good fit for me.

I'd like to see Braavos one day.

Why Braavos?

I have friends there.

( blows )

I doubt it.

Seven blessings to you.

What do you want?

What do I want? This is my land.

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

We were just watering the horses.

We'll be on our way.

Forgive my father.

He was wounded fightingin the war.

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

He's never been the same.

Which house did he fight for?

The Tullys of Riverrun.

There's a storm coming.

You'll be wantinga roof tonight.

There's fresh hay in the barn.

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

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

( thunder rumbling )

( Rain pattering )

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

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

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

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

You got to do all seven of the fuckers?

Father!

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

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

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

I'm so sorry.

( slurping loudly )

Really good.

Did you fight at the Twins?

Call that a fight?

Slaughtering livestock more like.

The Red Wedding they're calling it.

Walder Frey committed sacrilege that day.

He shared bread and salt with the Starks.

He offered them guest right.

Guest right don't mean much anymore.

It means something to me.

The gods will have their vengeance.

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

Things were different when Hoster Tully ruled the Riverlands.

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

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

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

The whole country's gone sour.

You got any ale?

Afraid not.

How can a man not keep ale in his home?

You look like you could really swing that sword.

A real warriorwith proper training.

Those raiders wouldn't stand a chance against you.

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

I could use a man to help with the farmwork.

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

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

Meaning no offense.

What'll you pay?

I don't have much.

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

Fair wages for fair work?

Fair wages for fair work.

( chickens clucking )

( faint voices arguing )

( punch lands )

( Man groans )

( girl screams )

( man groaning )

What did you do?!

Get your horse saddled.

You told me you weren't a thief.

I wasn't.

He took us in.

He fed us and you--

Aye, he took us in.

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

And they'll both be dead come winter.

You don't know that.

I do know it.

He's weak.

He can't protect himself.

They'll both be dead come winter.

Dead men don't need silver.

You're the worst sh1t in the Seven Kingdoms.

There's plenty worse than me.

I just understand the way things are.

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

Ranger: Raper. Raper.

Horse thief.

Ninth born son.

Raper.

Thief.

Thief and raper.

There he is, Sam the Slayer.

Going to visit your wildling whore?

She's not a whore.

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

They all think I'm lying.

About what?

Killing the white walker.

You're not lying.

I'll never forget the way it screamed.

But you're the only one that saw it.

And they all think

you're just a--

A what?

Well, a wildling.

My father hated that word.

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

I don't know.

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

So... are you all right?

No one bothering you?

I get a lot of looks.

I hear them making their jokes.

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

I worry about it sometimes.

All the time.

Why do you worry about it?

men, one woman.

They've got other things to think about.

That's the only thing they think about.

You're being silly.

I'm not being silly.

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

What about you?

What about me?

Gilly?

I worry about you.

Thank you.

For what?

For worrying about me.

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

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

Some of them were rapers.

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

So what are you saying?

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

Are you bored of me?

Bored of you?

I want to protect you.

I'll get these to Hobb.

Keep an eye on little Sam.

( door closes )

( thunder rumbling )

Your Grace.

You're a literary man now.

What do you make of that?

Joffrey?

The usurper Joffrey Baratheon.

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

A leech filled with b*st*rd blood.

A b*st*rd you set free.

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

I will find you an army, Your Grace.

I've been working day and night--

What progress have you made?

I've rallied House Peasebury to your cause.

House Peasebury.

House Musgood.

House Musgood.

And House Haigh.

House Haigh.

( pieces clatter )

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

Westeros is not the world, Your Grace.

We need to look east for ships and men.

, skilled soldiers fight for the Golden Company.

The Golden Company?

They've never broken a contract.

They're sellswords.

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

Now the Red Woman's magic is real.

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

Soldiers win wars.

Soldiers on the ground.

It's dirty on the ground.

We don't have any gold.

Not yet.

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

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

I'm running out of time, Ser Davos.

Which means you're running out of time.

( knocking )

You're late.

I'm sorry, Princess.

I thought you weren't coming.

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

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

That happened once, weeks ago.

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

Bloody relentless, the both of you.

It's a new one today.

Lots of tricky words.

But I think you can manage.

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

That's how children do it.

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

( claps )

Thank you very much.

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

You were a pirate once.

No, I was never a pirate.

I was a smuggler.

What's the difference?

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

My father says a criminal is a criminal.

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

So do the Braavosi.

You've sailed to Braavos?

Of course.

Almost got beheaded by a First Sword of Braavos.

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

I suppose if you work for the Iron Bank of Braavos and each one of your gold barges is worth half a kingdom, you tend not to be overly concerned with the kind of distinction--

What was that for?

I need you to write a message.

You should write it yourself.

It's good practice.

It's too important for me.

I need a smart person to do it. Go on.

To the offices of the Iron Bank of Braavos from Stannis Baratheon the one true king of Westeros.

But that's not you.

I need to get their attention.

Go on. Write.

( baby cooing )

He's seen some adventures, hasn't he?

( people laughing, chatting )

Precious little thing.

Thank you.

What's his name?

Lovely.

That the daddy?

Where's the daddy?

He's dead.

Oh. Where you from?

North of here.

North of here?

You a f*cking wildling?

Only room and board?

That's right.

She'll clean and cook and look after the other girls' babies.

Could find other work for her, too.

No other work.

There'd be money.

Give you a piece of it.

No other work.

I promise to come back and visit whenever I can.

You'll be safer here.

Who's gonna protect you at Castle Black? Me?

You protected me north of the Wall.

This is different.

They're brothers of the Night's Watch and I can't just stab them in the back and I can't run away, which is what we did at Craster's.

( baby crying )

You have to trust me.

It's for the best.

Best for you.

Oh, Gilly.

Please don't.

( baby crying )

( moaning )

Greedy.

I'm sorry.

You're lovely, I just never acquired the taste.

You're calling my beauty an acquired taste?

That's quite all right, lover.

It's more for you.

Your loss.

You like them both the same?

Boys and girls?

Does that surprise you?

Everyone has a preference.

Then everyone is missing half the world's pleasure.

The gods made thatand it delights me.

The gods made this and it delights me.

When it comes to war, I fight for Dorne.

When it comes to love, I don't choose sides.

I hope I have as much stamina when I'm your age.

What are you, 25?

Children.

( Chuckles )

Someday, if you're lucky, you will wake up and realize you are old.

That pretty ass of yours will sag.

Your belly will grow soft and your back will ache in the night and gray hairs will sprout from your ears.

No one will want you anymore.

Make sure you f*cked your fill before that day.

Did you?

He is a prince of Dorne.

Girls and boys will line up to f*ck him till the day he dies.

They will all have to line up behind you.

( door opens )

Prince Oberyn.

Lord Tywin.

May we have the room?

Call my name if you need me, lover.

Would you like to sit?

No, thank you.

Some wine?

No, thank you.

( door closes )

I'm sorry about your grandson.

Are you?

I don't believe that a child is responsible for the sins of his father.

Or his grandfather.

An awful way to die.

Which way is that?

Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?

Some believe the king choked.

Some believe the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant.

The king was poisoned.

I hear you studied poisons at the Citadel.

I did.

This is why I know.

Your hatred for my family is rather well known.

You arrive at the capital, an expert in poisoning, some days later my grandson dies of poisoning.

Rather suspicious.

Why haven't you thrown me in a dungeon?

You spoke with Tyrion in this very brothel on the day that you arrived.

What did you discuss?

You think we conspired together?

What did you discuss?

The death of my sister.

For which you blame me.

She was raped and murdered by the Mountain.

The Mountain follows your orders.

Of course I blame you.

Here I stand unarmed, unguarded.

Should I be concerned?

You are unarmed and unguarded because you know me better than that.

I am a man of reason.

If I cut your throat today, I will be drawn and quartered tomorrow.

Men at war commit all kinds of crimes without their superiors' knowledge.

So you deny involvement in Elia's murder?

Categorically.

I would like to speak with the Mountain.

I'm sure he would enjoy speaking with you.

He might not enjoy it as much as he thinks he would.

I could arrange for this meeting.

But you want something in return.

There will be a trial for my son.

And as custom dictates, three judges will render a verdict.

I will preside.

Mace Tyrell will serve as the second judge.

I would like you to be the third.

Not long ago, the Tyrells sided with Renly Baratheon.

Declared themselves enemies of the throne.

Now they are our strongest allies.

Well, you made the Tyrell girl a queen.

Asking me to judge at your son's trial isn't quite as tempting.

I will also invite you to sit on the small council to serve as one of the new king's principal advisors.

I never realized you had such respect for Dorne, Lord Tywin.

We are not the Seven Kingdoms until Dorne returns to the fold.

The king is dead. The Greyjoys are in open rebellion.

A wildling army marches on the Wall.

And in the East, a Targaryen girl has three dragons.

Before long, she will turn her eyes to Westeros.

Only the Dornish managed to resist Aegon Targaryen and his dragons.

You're saying you need us?

That must be hard for you to admit.

We need each other.

You help me serve justice to the king's assassins and I will help you serve justice to Elia's.

( door unlocks )

Podrick.

Apologies for the stench.

I brought you some wine, my lord, but they took it from me.

A noble effort.

They didn't find the candles, though.

A quill, some parchment, duck sausage, almonds, and some hard cheese.

You're a good lad.

Any word of Shae?

I've heard nothing, my lord.

I suppose that's a good thing.

What are they saying about me out there?

You're to stand trial in a fortnight for murdering the king.

Do you believe I murdered Joffrey?

No, my lord.

You didn't?

No. Gods, no.

The world is a better place without him, but I had nothing to do with it.

I would like to think if I were arranging a royal assassination, I'd plan it in such a way that I wouldn't be standing there gawking like a fool when the king died.

Trial in a fortnight.

Have they announcedthe judges yet?

Your father.

Of course.

Mace Tyrell.

Who will vote exactly as my father tells him to vote.

And Prince Oberyn of Dorne.

Oberyn?

Give it to my father.

He never fails to take advantage of a family tragedy.

I'm supposed to get a list of names from you, my lord.

Anyone who might testify on your behalf.

Oh, I can call my own witnesses?

How generous of them.

Very well, my wife.

Sansa.

My lord, she's gone.

Gone?

- No one's seen her since the wedding.

You don't think she...

No one had more causeto kill Joffrey than Sansa, but the girl is no assassin.

Whoever killed the king wanted me to lose my head for it.

And with my wife's disappearance, it makes me seem that much more guilty.

Podrick.

Yes, my lord?

They'll be following you now.

Who will?

I don't know. They.

They. The ominous they.

The man pulling the strings.

Or woman. My father.

Maybe Joffrey was too much work for him.

Sweet Tommen will be so much easier to handle.

Whenever something bad happens to me, I assume it's my sister that had a hand in it.

But say what you will of Cersei, she loves her children.

She is the only one I'm certain had nothing to do with this murder.

Which makes it unique as King's Landing murders go.

Any other witnesses, my lord?

Varys could vouch for me if he dared.

He's already been called as a witness for the queen.

Of course. Fetch Bronn.

I have a job for him.

I've already asked, my lord.

They won't let him see you.

Why not?

They say he's a known cutthroat and your close associate.

He's under investigation himself.

And my brother? Will they at least allow me to see Jaime?

I'll ask, my lord.

There's something else, my lord.

A man, I didn't know his face, he came to ask if I'd testify against you.

Said I'd be named Ser Podrick Payne if I told the judges you'd bought a poison called the Strangler.

Ser Podrick Payne?

Has a nice ring to it.

What did you tell him?

I didn't tell them anything, my lord.

Are you going to accept their offer?

My lord.

Testifying against me wasn't a suggestion.

If they can't tempt you with honey, they'll choose something less sweet.

You've been good to me, my lord.

Pod, the trial's in a fortnight.

They'll want an answer before that.

I already gave them an answer, my lord.

I will not have you dying on my behalf.

Do you hear me?

If I have to take that long walk to the executioner's block, I don't want to see your head already mounted.

My lord.

Pod, I am giving you an order.

Go and find my brother.

Tell him I need him.

And get yourself out of King's Landing before it's too late.

This is farewell.

Farewell, my lord.

( door opens )

There has never lived a more loyal squire.

( door closes )

Boy: Mother says it's time to eat.

What's she got boiling?

Wait. Wait. Let me guess.

Potatoes.

Potatoes.

Well, no one boils a potato better than your mom.

Has she got--

Man:The wildlings!

Guymon!

Hide.

Hide!

( screams )

( shouting, screaming )

( grunting )

You know how to get to Castle Black?

Yes. Yes.

Those your parents?

Open your eyes.

I'm going to eat them.

Do you hear me?

I'm going to eat your dead mama and I'm going to eat your dead papa.

Go tell the crows at Castle Black.

Yarwyck: We need to teach them a lesson about the way we deal with their kind.

Men:Aye! Aye!

Yarwyck: Three dozen bodies with slit throatstossed off the top of the Wall.

Seems like that would be a good lesson.

If we go after them, we'll be giving them what they want.

They want to draw us out, pick us off a few at a time.

We have just over 100 men.

And that's including stewards and builders.

And me. We can't afford to lose a single man.

We must remember our first responsibility.

We are the watchers on the Wall.

There's got to be a way to protect them.

You're a champion of the common people, Lord Snow.

What do you say toBrother Pyp's proposition?

Mance Rayder is coming.

If the wildlings breach the Wall, they'll roll over everything and everyone for 1,000 miles before they reach an army that can stop them.

We need to shore up Castle Black and we need to defend the Wall.

That is our job.

( horn blows )

Rangers returning.

Help him.

Thought you'd have blue eyes by now.

What took you so long?

We were held up.

By what?

Chains.

We were guests of the mutineers at Craster's Keep.

And the mutineers stayed?

They're not going anywhere.

They've got Craster's food and his wives.

Dolorous Edd: Poor girls.

Never thought they'd miss their daddy.

Karl's running things now.

He's the one who put a knife through Craster's mouth.

We need to ride north and kill them all.

We just went over this, boy.

Justice can wait.

It's not about justice.

I told the wildlings we had over , men at Castle Black alone.

Karl and the others know the truth as well as we do.

How long do you think they'll keep that information to themselves when the wildlings are peeling their fingernails off?

Mance has all he needs to crush us, he just doesn't know it yet.

As soon as he gets his hands on them, he will.

Then he'll throw his full strength at us.

And even if every one of us kills 100 wildlings, there's still not a thing we can do to stop them.

I don't think I can kill 100 wildlings.

( people murmuring )

Daenerys:Are they attacking?

Jorah:A single rider.

A champion of Meereen.

They want you to send yourown champion against him.

( cheering )

( horse whinnies )

( speaking Valyrian )

What is he doing?

I believe he means to...

( city crowdlaughing, cheering )

( sighs )

( laughing )

He says that we're an army of men without man parts.

He claims you are no woman at all, but a man who... hides his cock in his own asshole.

Ignore him, Your Grace.

These are meaningless words.

They're not meaningless if half the city you intend to take is listening to them.

I have something to say to the people of Meereen.

First, I will need this one to be quiet.

Do I have a champion?

Your Grace, I've won more single combats than any man alive.

Which is why you must remain by my side.

I've been by your side longer than any of them, Khaleesi.

Let me stand for you today as well.

You are my most trusted advisor, my most valued general, and my dearest friend.

I will not gamble with your life.

Daario: I was the last to join your army.

I'm not your general or a member of your Queensguard or the commander of your Unsullied.

My mother was a whore. I come from nothing.

And before long, I will return to nothing.

Let me kill this man for you.

Very well.

You have quite an audience.

Make it worth their while.

He is very brave, Your Grace.

Yes, win or lose, as long as the wholecity is watching.

You sure you don't want a horse?

Daario: Why would I want a horse?

Horses are faster than men.

Horses are dumber than men.

( whinnies )

( cheering )

( whinnies )

( city crowd shouting )

( shouting )

( people screaming )

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 04x02) - Game of Thrones Script, 4x02 - The Lion and the Rose

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04x02 - The Lion and the Rose.docx

Why did you come to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn?

If the Mountain killed my sister, your father gave the order.

The Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts.

Ser Dontos...

Once I was a knight, now I'm only a fool. But a living fool, thanks to you.

It's not a good time.

It's never a good time.

You have your child bride.

If you want me to leave, just say it.

You told me to come at once if there was anything important.

I'm Jojen Reed. This is my sister, Meera.

We've come a long way to find you, Brandon.

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

I don't want you talking to him anymore, until we get to Castle Black.

We're not going to Castle Black.

Bran needs to find the raven beyond the Wall.

I thank God for bringing Melisandre to us.

She gave you a son.

I gave you nothing.

That's not true.

I want to see my daughter.

I am marrying my eldest son to a wicked little bitch from Highgarden.

You don't really plan on staying in the King's Guard, do you?

Ser Jaime Lannister, a 40 year old knight with one hand.

I use my left hand now, Your Grace.

Makes for more of a contest.

Winterfell is in ruins.

What happened up there?

I heard the Greyjoy boy seized the place.

I sent my b*st*rd Ramsay to root him out.

Please...

What is your name?

Reek...

( woman laughing )

Ramsay: Tansy!

Woman: Tansy! Tansy!

Ramsay: Tansy!

( dogs barking )

( growling )

( laughing )

( laughing )

Ramsay: Tansy!

( screams )

There you are.

( barking )

( screaming )

I can't see her, Ramsay.

( panting )

Tansy!

( whimpering )

If you make it out of the woods, you win!

Run, Tansy, run!

( screams )

( whimpering )

( panting, crying )

Ramsay: Tansy.

Woman: Where is she?

Ramsay: Tansy, Tansy, Tansy!

( barking )

( whimpering )

( screams )

( crying )

Good girls.

Down, girls.

Down.

Well done.

You, too.

I only wounded her.

You brought her down. That's what matters.

A fine shot.

Wasn't it, Reek?

A fine shot, master.

My lady.

Please, my lord.

It hurts.

Oh, sweet.

Don't cry.

It will be over soon.

She thinks she's pretty.

Let me put one through her face.

We have to reward the hounds, love.

They did all the hard work.

Why? I did whatever you asked.

But you made Myranda feel jealous.

Me jealous of her?

My lord, please.

You can see that your presence has become a bit of a problem.

( crying )

( dogs snarling, barking )

Rip her!

Rip her!

Rip her!

( Tansy screaming )

( tearing )

Not so pretty now.

Tyrion: Your new hand, it's nicer than the old one.

Wouldn't you agree, Pod?

Is it solid gold?

Gilded steel.

You're not eating.

Why is no one eating?

My wife wastes away and my brother starves himself.

I'm not hungry.

You lost a hand, not a stomach.

Try the boar.

Cersei can't get enough of it since one killed Robert for her.

A toast.

To the proud Lannister children.

The dwarf, the cripple, and the mother of madness.

I'll clean it up.

No, I'll do it.

Leave us.

It's only wine.

I can't fight anymore.

What about your left?

I can hold a sword, but all my instincts are wrong.

How can I protect the king when I can hardly wipe my own ass?

You're the Lord Commander now.

Command.

Let others do the fighting.

When was the last time Father used a sword?

I'm not Father.

I'm the Kingslayer.

When people find out I can't slay a pigeon...

Train, then.

Learn to fight with your other hand.

With whom? You?

Men talk.

Soon as someone discovers I can't fight, he'll tell everyone.

You need a proper, discreet swordsman.

As it happens, I have just the one.

My brother tells me you can keep your mouth shut.

Unusual talent for a sellsword.

He tells me you sh1t gold just like your father.

Is this place safe?

There's this knight, Leygood,

got thunderbolts on his shield.

Uh-huh.

Right here is where I f*ck his wife.

She's a screamer, that one.

If they don't hear her, they won't hear us.

( whistles ) I've never seen Valyrian steel before.

She's a beauty.

The problem is, if you fight with an edged blade, I'll have to.

And if I fight with an edged blade, I'll have no one left to pay me.

( blade clatters )

I haven't used a sparring sword since I was nine.

Bold warrior you are, attacking a man when his guard's down.

Best time to attack a man.

Mind yourself.

If I still had my right hand...

Plan on growing it back?

Come on, then.

Man:Open the gates!Riders coming in!

( horse whinnies )

Man: Let's get these horses seen to!

Father.

Welcome home.

Walda, this is Ramsay Snow, my b*st*rd.

A pleasure, Mother.

Hello.

Roose: See that the horses are fed, watered, and rubbed down.

And take Lady Walda to her chambers.

This way, my lady.

Where is your prize?

With the hounds.

I'll have a look at him.

I hear you took a hand from the Kingslayer.

Word travels.

How he screamed.

You would have loved it.

( laughs )

Father.

What did you do to him?

I trained him.

He was a slow learner, but he learned.

You flayed him.

Peeled a few bits.

Removed a few others.

This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir.

We've been flaying our enemies for 1,000 years.

The flayed man is on our banners.

My banners, not yours.

You're not a Bolton.

You're a Snow.

Tywin Lannister has given me the North.

But he won't lift a finger to help me take it.

As long as the ironborn hold Moat Cailin,our armies are trappedsouth of the Neck.

Theon was a valuable hostage, not your plaything.

I wanted to trade him for Moat Cailin.

I already asked.

Lord Greyjoy refused.

Savages have no--

You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy without my consent?

You made me acting Lord of the Dreadfort.

I acted.

I had to smuggle myself into my own lands thanks to the Greyjoys.

I needed Theon.

I needed him whole.

Theon was our enemy.

But Reek, Reek will never betray us.

I placed far too much trust in you.

Reek, how could you let me stand before my father unshaven?

It's disrespectful.

I'm sorry, my lord.

Give him the razor.

If I'm not a Bolton, Father, what does it matter?

Go on, Reek.

A nice close shave.

Reek, tell Father where are Bran and Rickon Stark?

I don't know, my lord.

You murdered them and displayed their corpses at Winterfell.

Ramsay: Reek, did you murder the Stark boys?

No, my lord.

Just two farm boys.

Ramsay: And crisped them so no one would know.

Theon:Yes, my lord.

The Starks have always ruled the North.

If Bran and Rickon are alive, the country will rally to their side now that Robb Stark is gone.

Oh, that's right, Reek.

Robb Stark is dead.

Sorry.

I know he was likea brother to you.

But my father put a knife through his heart.

How do you feel about that?

You ready for a hunt?

Always.

Find those boys and I'll give you 1,000 acres and a holdfast.

Your pet rat have any thoughts on which way they went after Winterfell?

Jon Snow is at Castle Black.

Who the f*ck is Jon Snow?

Their b*st*rd brother.

He could be sheltering them.

He may know where they are.

Even if he doesn't, he's half Stark himself.

Could be a threat.

You want to prove yourself a Bolton?

Gather whatever men you can and ride for Moat Cailin.

Bring this creature of yours.

Maybe he'll be of some use.

Take the Moat for the family, for our family, and I'll reconsider your position.

Lord Varys.

Breakfasting with the king?

I'm afraid foreigners aren't welcome at such exclusive affairs.

Oh, to be foreign.

Ahem.

Shae has been noticed.

Sansa's maid saw you with her.

She already told your sister.

It's only a matter of time before your father hears.

So I'm guilty of being seen with my own wife's handmaiden.

My father will ask you if there's anything more and you'll tell him some clever lie.

No, I will not.

How long do you imagine your father and sister would let me live if they suspected me of lying?

I have no pet sellsword to protect me.

No legendary brother to avenge me.

Only little birdswho whisper in my ear.

Forgive me if I don't weep for you.

No one weeps for spiders or whores.

I have friends across the sea who could help her.

She won't leave.

I've told her this is a dangerous place so many times, she no longer believes it.

Your father has promised to hang the next whore he finds you with.

Have you ever known your father to make an idle threat?

From House Tyrell and the people of the Reach, Your Grace, it is my honor to present you with this wedding cup.

May you and my daughter Margaery drink deep and live long.

A handsome goblet, my lord.

Or shall I call you Father?

I shall be honored, Your Grace.

She's the whore I told you about.

The dark-haired one.

Have her brought to the Tower of the Hand before the wedding.

A book?

"The Lives of Four Kings." Grand Maester Kaeth's history of the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the

Unworthy, and Daeron the Good.

A book every king should read.

Now that the war is won, we should all find time for wisdom.

Thank you, Uncle.

One of only two Valyrian steel swords in the capital,

Your Grace, freshly forged in your honor.

Careful, Your Grace.

Nothing cuts like Valyrian steel.

So they say.

( panting )

Such a great sword should have a name.

What shall I call her?

Man: Stormbringer.

Man # : Terminus.

Man # : Widow's Wail.

Man # : Wolfsbane.

Widow's Wail. I like that.

( chuckles )

Every time I use it, it'll be like cutting off Ned Stark's head all over again.

( door opens )

Don't.

You want me on the desk?

What's wrong, my lion?

Don't call me that.

What should I call you?

I'm afraid our friendship can't continue.

Our friendship?

There's a ship waiting in the harbor bound for Pentos.

What?

You'll have your own cabin, of course, and across the Narrow Sea a house, servants.

What is this?

I'm a married man.

My wife has suffered a great deal, as you well know.

I don't want her to suffer anymore on my account.

I need to uphold my vows.

She doesn't want you.

I need to do right by her.

You don't want her.

By our children.

What are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid.

You are. You are afraid of your father and your sister.

You're going to run from them all your life?

I need you to leave.

I'm not afraid of them.

I'm not going to run.

Shae.

We will fight them together.

It's like you said, I am yours and you are mine.

You're a whore!

Sansa is fit to bear my children and you are not.

I can't be in love with a whore.

I can't have children with a whore.

How many men have you been with?

500? 5,000?

How many whores have you been with?

I have enjoyed my time with all of them and I have enjoyed my time with you most of all.

But now that time is over.

( Shae crying )

You'll have a comfortable life in Pentos.

Bronn will escort you to your ship.

( door closes )

( woman screaming )

Melisandre: Hear us now.

Accept these tokens of our faith, my lord, and lead us from the darkness.

( crying )

Sire, I served you well.

( crowd chanting ) Lord of Light, show us the way...

Selyse, you're my sister!

Yours are the stars that guide us.

Tell him!

Tell him!

Melisandre:Lord of Light, protect us, for the night is dark and full of terrors.

( screaming )

Did you see?

Their souls.

It was their souls.

Our lord took them.

Did you see?

Lord Florent was your brother by law.

He was an infidel.

He worshipped the gods of his fathers and their fathers before him.

They were the gods of your fathers, too.

I ordered him to tear down his idols.

He disobeyed.

How many ships did he bring to your cause?

How many men?

A good deal more than you.

Did you see, Ser Davos?

They're with our lord now.

Their sins all burned away.

Did you see?

I'm sure they're more than grateful, my queen.

( sniffs )

Meat's off.

Our larders are almost empty.

Serve fish, then.

We're on an island.

You hate fish.

I hate a good many things, but I suffer them all the same.

When Storm's End was under siege and I was starving,Stannis boiled soupfor me from books.

The binding glue is made from horses.

One morning, he shot two seagulls on the beach.

I've never tasted anything as good as grilled seagull.

Do you remember?

Of course I remember.

Have you ever known true hunger, my lady?

It's all I knewwhen I was a child.

Until you found the Lord of Light?

Until he found me.

I fear for our daughter's soul.

Every mother should fearfor her child's soul.

She's a stubborn little beast.

She's a child.

You barely know her.

You think she's sweet because she smiles when you visit.

She's sullen and stubborn and sinful.

Why else would the Lord of Light have seen fit to mark her face?

She needs the rod.

She's my daughter.

You will not strike her.

As you command.

Perhaps the Lady Melisandre could speak with her.

( knocks )

Come in.

Were you sleeping, Princess?

Did you watch the ceremony on the beach?

I heard it.

And it frightened you?

Ser Axel was my uncle.

He was always kind to me.

They're in a better place now, Princess.

The fire cleansed themof the sins of the world.

But they screamed.

Women scream when they give birth.

Afterward they are filled with joy.

Afterward they aren't ash and bone.

You have so many questions, don't you?

So did I when I was a child.

I was much like you.

Only I wasn't a princess.

And you didn't have this.

But I suffered in other ways, sweet girl, believe me.

What do you know of the gods?

I read "The Seven-Pointed Star."

Lies and fables.

Septons speak of seven gods.

There are but two-- a god of light and love and joy and a god of darkness, evil, and fear.

Eternally at war.

There are no seven heavens and no seven hells?

There's only one hell, Princess.

The one we live in now.

( heavy breathing )

( growls )

Hodor.

( breathing heavily )

Why did you wake me?

You've been gone for hours.

I was hungry.

We're all hungry.

I was just eating.

Summer was eating.

Your body can't live on the food your wolf consumes.

Spending too much time in Summer's skin is dangerous.

You're not a direwolf, Bran.

Must be glorious, though.

To run, to leap, to hunt.

To be whole.

I know that's tempting, but if you're trapped in Summer for too long, you'll forget what it was to be human.

You'd forget us, Bran.

You'd forget your mother and father.

You'd forget your brothers and sisters.

You'd forget Winterfell.

You'd forget you.

And if we lose you, we lose everything.

( wind blowing )

( wolf barks )

Hodor, take me to the tree.

( caws )

Voice:Look for me...

( cawing )

Voice:...beneath the tree.

Cersei: He saw us.

( screaming )

( dragon roaring )

Voice:North.

( gasps )

I know where we have to go.

( bells tolling )

Let it be known that Margaery of House Tyrell and Joffrey of the HousesLannister and Baratheon are one heart, one flesh, one soul.

Cursed be hewho would seekto tear them asunder.

With this kiss, I pledge my love.

( applause )

We have a new queen.

Better her than you.

Bit much, wouldn't you say?

It feels proportionate.

Proportionate to what?

The expected extravagance.

People who spend their money on this sort of nonsense tend not to have it for long.

You ought to try enjoying something before you die.

You might find it suits you.

Not now, Mace. Lord Tywin and I are speaking.

Anyway, I don't know what you're complaining about.

I'm paying my share.

Shall we stick golden roses in half the meat pies to commemorate your generosity?

No, your heartfelt thank-you is its own reward.

I would imagine I'd be hearing it again before long.

Wars are rather expensive.

"The Iron Bank will have its due."

How they love to remind everyone.

Almost as much as you Lannisters with your debts.

I'm not worried about the Iron Bank.

We both know you're smarter than that.

Come, Tywin, let us celebrate young love.

( music playing )

( people laughing, chatting )

All taken care of.

You saw her board the ship?

Aye, she's on it.

You saw the ship sail away?

No one knows she's there but you, me, and Varys.

How do you know?

Because if someone follows me without an invitation, I'm the last person they ever follow.

There's someone following you?

She's gone.

I know you don't want to believe it, but she is.

Now, go drink till it feels like you did the right thing.

Hello.

Hello.

Not you.

You look exquisite, child.

The wind has been at you, though.

I haven't had the opportunity to tell you how sorry I was to hear about your brother.

War is war, but killing a man at a wedding, horrid.

What sort of monster would do such a thing?

As if men need more reasons to fear marriage.

My lady.

My lady.

Lord Tyrion, you see?

Not as bad as all that.

Perhaps if your pauper husband were to sell his mule and his last pair of shoes, he might be able to afford to bring you to Highgarden for a visit.

Now that peace has come and all is right with the world, it would do you good to see some of it.

You must excuse me.

It's time I ate some of this food I paid for.

♪ A coat of gold ♪

♪ Or a coat of red ♪

♪ A lion still has claws ♪

♪ And mine, my lord... ♪

Very good. Very good.

Off you go.

( coins clatter )

( crowd laughs )

My love, why don't we make the announcement?

( taps goblet )

Everyone.

The queen would like to say a few words.

( applause )

We are so fortunate to enjoy this marvelous food and drink.

Not all among us are so lucky.

To thank the gods for bringing the recent war to a just end, King Joffrey has decreed that the leftovers from our feast be given to the poorest in his city.

( applause )

( music playing )

You're an example to us all.

Ser Jaime, I'm very sorry.

Ser Loras, it's quite all right.

Your sister looks very beautiful.

Loras:As does yours.

So, looking forward to your wedding?

Yes, very much.

Our fathers are both rather keen on the prospect.

They certainly are.

Perhaps they should get married.

( laughs )

If you were to marry Cersei, she'd murder you in your sleep.

If you somehow managed to put a child in her first, she'd murder him, too, long before he drew his first breath.

Luckily for you, none of this will happen because you'll never marry her.

And neither will you.

Your Grace.

My king.

My queen.

Lady Brienne.

So good of you to come.

I'm no lady, Your Grace.

Did you just bow?

Apologies, Your Grace.

I never did master the curtsy.

You're the one who put a sword through Renly Baratheon.

That's not true, my love. Brienne had nothing to do with it.

A shame.

I'd knight the man that put an end to that deviant's life.

I just wanted to congratulate you both and wish you good fortune.

The country has been at war too long.

I hope your reign is long and peaceful.

Yes, yes.

Thank you.

I hope we see more of you.

Lady Brienne.

You're Lord Selwyn Tarth's daughter.

That makes you a lady whether you want to be or not.

As you say, Your Grace.

I owe you my gratitude.

You returned my brother safely to King's Landing.

In truth, he rescued me, Your Grace.

More than once.

Did he?

Haven't heard that story before.

Not such a fascinating story, I'm afraid.

I'm sure you have many fascinating stories.

Sworn to Renly Baratheon. Sworn to Catelyn Stark. And now my brother.

Must be exciting to flit from one camp to the next serving whichever lord or lady you fancy.

I don't serve your brother, Your Grace.

But you love him.

Your Grace.

No, no, come to my chambers and I will examine you personally.

She'll do no such thing.

Oh, Your Grace.

Yes, well, this young lady sought my advice--

You should see Qyburn.

He's quite good.

Your Grace.

Qyburn? Deplorable man.

Brought shame on the Citadel with his repugnant experiments.

More repugnant than your gnarled fingers on that girl's thighs?

Your Grace, I am a man of learning.

My little brother had you sent to the Black Cells when you annoyed him.

What do you think I could do to you if you annoyed me?

I never meant to annoy anyone.

But you are.

You annoy me right now.

Every breath you draw in my presence annoys me.

So here's what I want you to do.

I want you to leave my presence.

Leave this wedding right now.

Go to the kitchens and instruct them that all the leftovers from the feast will be brought to the kennels.

Your Grace, Queen Margaery--

The queen is telling you the leftovers will feed the dogs or you will.

A gold dragon to whoever knocks my fool's hat off.

( crowd laughing )

You're in rather a good mood.

I suppose I am.

I won't ask why.

Small pleasures.

Your Grace. Lord Tywin.

Prince Oberyn.

I don't believe you have met Ellaria.

This is the Lord Hand Tywin Lannister and Cersei Lannister the Queen Regent.

I suppose it is former Queen Regent now.

Lord Hand and Lady Cersei,

Ellaria Sand.

My lord. My lady.

Charmed.

Can't say I've ever met a Sand before.

We are everywhere in Dorne.

I have 10,000 brothers and sisters.

Bastards are born of passion, aren't they?

We don't despise them in Dorne.

How tolerant of you.

I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei, giving up your regal responsibilities.

Wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked.

I suppose you'll never know, Prince Oberyn.

It's a shame your older brother couldn't attend the wedding.

Please give him our regards.

With any luck, the gout will abate with time and he will be able to walk again.

They call it the rich man's disease.

A wonder you don't have it.

Noblemen in my part of the country don't enjoy the same lifestyle as our counterparts in Dorne.

People everywhere have their differences.

In some places the highborn frown upon those of low birth.

In other places the rape and murder of women and children is considered distasteful.

What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place.

( taps goblet )

Everyone, silence!

Clear the floor.

There's been too much amusement here today.

A royal wedding is not an amusement.

A royal wedding is history.

The time has come for all of us to contemplate our history.

My lords...

my ladies...

I give you

King Joffrey...

( shouting )

...Renly, Stannis,Robb Stark, Balon Greyjoy.

The War of the Five Kings.

( applause, laughter )

I'm the rightful king.

King in the North!

Traitor. You're a traitor.

( laughing )

For the Seven Kingdoms!

Let the war begin.

( laughing )

( howls )

Renly, you're no king.

Away, degenerate.

Away. Away.

Ooh, careful.

( squeals )

Go on.

I want you to be my prince.

( laughing )

Stannis!

Who's got the gold now, Stark?

I am the rightful king. Challenge me, ruffian.

Take that.

I'm drowning. I'm drowning.

I am the King in the North!

Not wildfire!

( laughing )

( crying )

Pay each of them 20 gold when this is done.

Podrick: Yes, my lord.

We'll have to find another way to thank the king.

Charge!

Ready, again.

I am the King in the North!

Charge!

Charge!

( crowd cheers )

Your head!

( laughing )

( laughing )

( grunting )

( laughing )

Fine gentlemen.

( applause )

Well fought.

Well fought.

Here you are.

Champion's purse.

Though you're not the champion yet, are you?

A true champion defeats all the challengers.

Surely there are others out there who still dare to challenge my reign.

Uncle.

How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume.

( crowd laughs )

One taste of combat was enough for me, Your Grace.

I would like to keep what remains of my face.

I think you should fight him.

This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle.

I speak as a firsthand witness.

Climb down from the high tablewith your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne.

Be careful, though.

This one is clearly mad with lust.

It would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night.

( light laughter )

A fine vintage.

Shame that it spilled.

It did not spill.

My love, come back to me.

It's time for my father's toast.

( applause )

Well, how does he expect me to toast without wine?

Uncle, you can be my cupbearer seeing as you're too cowardly to fight.

Your Grace does me a great honor.

It's not meant as an honor.

Bring me my goblet.

What good is an empty cup?

Fill it.

Kneel.

Kneel before your king.

Kneel.

I said...

kneel!

Look, the pie.

( applause )

My queen.

( gasps )

( applause )

Margaery: Wonderful.

Wonderful.

My hero.

Can we leave now?

Let's find out.

Uncle.

Where are you going?

You're my cupbearer, remember?

I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace.

No, no, no. No, you're perfect the way you are.

Serve me my wine.

Well, hurry up.

This pie is dry.

Mm, good.

Needs washing down.

If it please Your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired.

No.

( coughs )

No, you'll wait here...

( coughs )

un--

( coughs )

( coughing )

Your Grace?

( coughing )

It's nothing.

( gasping )

He's choking!

Help the poor boy.

( gasping )

Idiots, help your king.

Move away!

( choking )

Joffrey! Joffrey!

Cersei: Help him!

Someone help him!

Joffrey!

( gagging )

Come with me now.

Cersei: Joffrey! Joffrey!

If you want to live, we have to leave.

Don't touch him!

( gurgling )

Joffrey.

( gasping )

Please, Joffrey.

Joffrey, what is it?

Help him!

( gasps )

( crying )

My son.

( crowd sobbing )

Man: He's gone.Our king is gone.

He did this.

He poisoned my son, your king.

Take him.

Take him!

Take him!

Take him!

( crowd shouting )

♪ In a coat of gold ♪

♪ Or a coat of red ♪

♪ A lion still has claws ♪

♪ And mine are long ♪

♪ And sharp, my lord ♪

♪ As long and sharp as yours ♪

♪ And so he spokeand so he spoke ♪

♪ That Lord of Castamere ♪

♪ And now the rains ♪

♪ Weep o'er his hall ♪

♪ With no one there to hear ♪

♪ Yes, now the rains ♪

♪ Weep o'er his hall ♪

♪ And not a soulto hear. ♪

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I want you to tell me the truth about Joffrey.

He's a monster.

With the Tyrells beside us, no one will think of rebelling for another century.

Ser Dontos of House Hollard.

Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos celebrate my name day.

It would be bad luck to kill a man on your name day.

You'll be my new fool!

Thank you, Your Grace.

Do you know what it takes to unite 19 clans?

I told them we were all going to die if we don't get south.

Let us go, and my father will pay you whatever you want.

Enough to buy me a new head?

We need to find Sansa Stark a husband.

Tyrion'll do as he's bid, you'll marry Ser Loras.

I am not some brood mare...

You're my daughter!

My feelings for you have not changed.

I'm not your lady, I'm your whore.

He's a crow, he'll stab us in the back.

Kill him!

That's a fine little blade.

Maybe I'll pick my teeth with it.

Something wrong with your leg, boy?

You've got to carry me.

Robb!

The Lannisters send their regards!

It's too late!

You know I didn't have a choice...

You know nothing, Jon Snow!

You're home.

( fire crackling )

( "Rains of Castamere"playing )

( footsteps approach )

( hammering echoes )

( theme music playing )

Magnificent.

Mm-hmm.

Looks fresh-forged.

It is.

No one's made a Valyrian steel sword since the Doom of Valyria.

There are three living smiths who know how to rework Valyrian steel.

The finest of them was in Volantis.

Came here to King's Landing at my invitation.

Where did you get this much Valyrian steel?

From someone who no longer had need of it.

You've wanted one of these in the family for a long time.

And now we have two.

The original weapon was absurdly large.

Plenty of steel for two swords.

Well, thank you. It's glorious.

You'll have to train your left hand.

Any decent swordsman knows how to use both hands.

You'll never be as good.

But as long as I'm better than everyone else, I suppose it doesn't matter.

You can't serve in the Kingsguard with one hand.

Where's that written?

I can and I will.

The Kingsguard oath is for life.

The war is over.

The king is safe.

The king is never safe.

How many people in this city alone would love to see his head on a pike?

Other knights protected the king while you were a prisoner.

They will continue to do so when you go home.

Home?

You'll return to Casterly Rock and rule in my stead.

You are the Lord of Casterly Rock.

I am the King's Hand.

My place is here.

I don't expect to see the Rock again before I die.

You know what they call me?

Kingslayer.

Oathbreaker.

Man without honor.

Now you want me to break another sacred vow.

You won't be breaking anything.

There is a precedent to relieve a Kingsguard of his duties.

The king will exercise that prerogative.

I don't believe I asked you a question.

There's my answer.

If you think your bloody honor comes before--

My bloody honor is beyond repair, but my answer is still no.I don't want Casterly Rock.

I don't want a wife.

I don't want children.

What do you want?

Supper would be nice.

For 40 years I've tried to teach you.

If you haven't learned by now, you never will.

If serving as a glorifiedbodyguard is the sum of your ambition, go serve.

I suppose you want the sword back.

Keep it.

A one-handed man with no family needs all the help he can get.

( goats bleat )

How many Dornishmen does it take to f*ck a goat?

Please don't.

Bronn: Seems to methe smart placeto meet travelersis in a tavern.

That way, one party is late, the other party can drink some ale inside.

This is the Prince of Dorne we're waiting for, not one of your sellsword friends.

If he's so damned important, how come they sent you to meet him?

There's bad blood between the Martells of Dorne and the Lannisters of Casterly Rock.

Has been for years.

And just in case the Martells of Dorne are looking to spill some Lannister blood,

it may as well be yours, eh?

No need for cynicism.

I happen to be an accomplished diplomat.

Ah, here we are.

( claps )

Can you read the sigils?

Yellow balls?

Wild lemons on a purple field, House Dalt of Lemonwood.

A vulture grasping a baby in its talons, House Blackmont.

A crowned skull, the Manwoodys of Kingsgrave.

Boy knows his Dornish Houses.

I need a sigil.

And House Martell, a red sun pierced by a spear?

I don't see it, my lord.

Well met, my lords.

His Grace King Joffrey welcomes you in his name.

My lord father, the King's Hand, sends his greetings as well.

I am Tyrion Lannister of Casterly Rock, Master of Coin.

Forgive me.

I don't see Prince Doran in your company.

The prince's health forces him to remain at Sunspear.

He sends his brother Prince Oberyn to attend the royalwedding in his stead.

Yes, the king will be delighted to enjoy the company of a warrior as renowned as Prince Oberyn at his wedding feast.

Will he?

And where is Prince Oberyn?

Arrived before dawn.

Not a man for welcome parties, our prince.

Very well. My lords, these fine men from the City Watch will escort you to your quarters in the Red Keep.

You must be weary after such a long journey.

Some accomplished diplomacy that was.

Now where?

We must find Prince Oberyn before he kills somebody or several somebodies.

How do you plan on finding a single Dornishman in a city this big?

You're famous for f*cking half of Westeros.

You just arrived at the capital after two weeks of bad roads, where would you go?

I'd probably go to sleep, but I'm getting old.

Look at this one.

How lovely is she?

Beautiful.

But pale.

They like them pale in the capital.

Shows they don't work the fields.

Do I frighten you?

You like?

Timid.

Timid bores me.

You're a bit of mischief, aren't you?

I think she likes you.

She has good taste.

You're not timid, are you?

( laughs ) Not timid.

Do you like women?

When they look like her, my lord.

This one will do nicely.

Olyvar:Very good, my lady.

Oh, I'm not a lady.

A term of courtesy in this establishment.

A lie anywhere.

Why not use the right words?

I'm a b*st*rd.

She is a whore.

And you're what?

A procurer.

Any of the others?

The two girls can leave.

( snaps fingers )

You stay.

I'm afraid I'm not an offer, my lord.

Everyone who works for Littlefinger is an offer.

Take off your clothes.

We'll be here a while.

My lord.

I am a prince, boy.

Have you ever been with a prince?

Can't say I have.

I'm wildly expensive.

Take off your clothes.

Which way do you like it?

( gasps )

My way.

Man: ♪ And so he spokeand so he spoke ♪

♪ That Lord of Castamere ♪

♪ And now the rains... ♪

Oberyn.

♪ Weep o'er his hall... ♪

Oberyn, don't.

♪ With no one there to hear ♪

♪ Yes, not the rains weep o'er his hall ♪
♪ And not a soul to hear. ♪

You lost, friend?

Forgive me for staring.

I don't see many Lannisters where I'm from.

I don't see many Dornishmen in the capital.

We don't like the smell.

( laughs )

Come with me, lover.

Gods, look at this one.

Sirs, if you follow me, I'll arrange for a private room.

Why are you wasting a woman like this on a Dornishman?

Bring him a shaved goat and a bottle of olive oil.

( laughs )

Do you know why all the world hates a Lannister?

You think your gold and your lions and your gold lions make you better than everyone.

May I tell you a secret?

You're not a golden lion.

You're just a pink little man who is far too slow on the draw.

( screams )

Longsword is a bad option in close quarters.

When I pull my blade, your friend starts bleeding.

Quite a lot, I'm afraid. So many veins in the wrist.

( groans )

He'll live if you get him help straightaway.

So, decisions.

Prince Oberyn, forgive the intrusion.

We heard there might be...

( screams )

...trouble.

Apologies, my love.

I'm here to welcome you to the capital.

Ellaria Sand, my paramour.

The king's own Uncle Imp.

Tyrion, son of Tywin Lannister.

If there's anything I can do to make your stay--

What are you?

His hired killer?

It started that way, aye.

Now I'm a knight.

How did that come to pass?

Killed the right people, I suppose.

( laughs )

We'll need a few more girls.

Girls, yes?

You don't partake?

Oh, I partook.

Now I'm married.

Prince Oberyn, if I may, a word in private?

Seems I visited the Lannister brothel by mistake.

Oh, they take all kinds.

Even Dornishmen.

The king is very grateful that you traveled all this way for his wedding.

Let us speak truth here. Joffrey is insulted.

I am only the second son after all.

Well, speaking as a fellow second son, I have grown rather used to being the family insult.

( chuckles )

Why did you come to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn?

I was invited to the royal wedding.

I thought we were speaking truth.

The last time I was in the capital was many years ago.

Another wedding.

My sister Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen, the Last Dragon.

My sister loved him.

She bore his children.

Swaddled them, rocked them, fed them at her own breast.

Elia wouldn't let the wet nurse touch them.

And beautiful, noble Rhaegar Targaryen left her for another woman.

That started a war and the war ended right here when your father's army took the city...

I wasn't actually present.

...and butchered those children.

My nephew and niece.

Carved them up and wrapped them in Lannister cloaks.

And my sister, you know what they did to her?

I'm asking you a question.

I've heard rumors.

( chuckles ) So have I.

The one I keep hearing is that Gregor Clegane the Mountain raped Elia and split her in half with his great sword.

I wasn't there.

I don't know what happened.

If the Mountain killed my sister, your father gave the order.

Tell your father I'm here.

And tell him the Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts.

( dragons screeching )

( growls )

( screeching )

( growls )

( chuckles )

( screeches )

( screeching )

( gasps )

Shh. Shh.

( roars )

( gasps )

( roars )

They're dragons, Khaleesi.

They can never be tamed.

Not even by their mother.

Ser Barristan.

Your Grace.

Where's Daario Naharis?

Where's Grey Worm?

Gambling, Your Grace.

Gambling?

Crowd: Mhysa. Mhysa. Mhysa...

How long have they been at it?

Since midnight, Your Grace.

Ser Worm is stronger than he looks.

But I can see his arms beginning to shake.

What's the prize to winning this stupid contest?

The honor of riding by your side on the road to Meereen.

That honor goes to Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan as neither of them kept me waiting this morning.

You two will ride in the rear guard and protect the livestock.

The last man holding his sword can find a new queen to fight for.

( Daario groans )

You need to eat something.

Pigeon pie.

No, thank you.

Lemon cakes?

No, thank you.

You love lemon cakes.

Tell her she needs to eat.

My lady, you do need to eat.

I don't need to eat.

If I could have a moment alone with my wife.

She needs to eat.

I can't let you starve.

I swore to protect you.

My lady, I am your husband.

Let me help you.

How can you help me?

I don't know, but I can try.

I lie awake all night staring at the canopy thinking about how they died.

I could get you essence of nightshade to help you sleep.

Do you know what they did to my brother?

How they sewed his direwolf's head onto his body?

And my mother.

They say they cut her throat to the bone and threw her body in the river.

What happened to your familywas a terrible crime.

I didn't know your brother.

He seemed like a good man, but I didn't know him.

Your mother, on the other hand,I admired her.

She wanted to have me executed, but I admired her.

She was a strong woman.

And she was fierce when it came to protecting her children.

Sansa.

Your mother would want you to carry on.

You know it's true.

Will you pardon me, my lord?

I'd like to visit the godswood.

Of course. Of course. Prayer can be helpful, I hear.

I don't pray anymore.

It's the only place I can go where people don't talk to me.

My lion.

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing? Come here.

How many times have I told you?

You can't visit me here.

I know.

I know.

We have come to a dangerous place.

Have you forgotten me?

Do you know how long it's been?

Of course I haven't forgotten.

I want you.

Don't you want me?

Things are a bit tense right now.

What things?

My nephew the king wants to murder me.

My wife hates me because my father murdered her family.

Oberyn Martell wants to murder everyone whose last name is Lannister.

You need to relax.

Don't you want to relax?

What's wrong?

I told you.

It's not a good time.

It's never a good time.

You have your child bride now.

Shae.

Do you love her?

Love her?

I barely know her.

She's a child.

She despises me.

That's not an answer.

Of course I don't love her.

You tried to ship me away.

Ship you away?

Give me diamonds and make me disappear.

What in the world are you talking about?

If you want me to leave, just say it.

Say it!

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

You want me to stay?

( groans )

A work of art, really.

The craftsmanship is excellent.

You like it so much, you're welcome to chop off your own hand and take it.

Such an ingrate.

I spent days with the goldsmith

getting the details just right.

Days?

Better part of an afternoon.

There, how does that feel?

Uh...

a hook would be more practical.

Elegant, I think.

Thank you for your help with the other matter.

The symptoms have abated?

Gone completely.

I am in your debt, Maester Qyburn.

Not a maester, Your Grace, but happy to help whenever I can.

Odd little man.

I've grown rather fond of him.

( door closes )

He's quite talented, you know?

What symptoms?

Symptoms that are not your concern.

You let him touch you?

You jealous?

I'm surprised.

You never let Pycelle near you.

( laughs ) You think I'd let that old lecher put his hands on me?

He smells like a dead cat.

I'm not sure I've eversmelled a dead cat.

Well, they smell like Pycelle.

You drink more than you used to.

Let's see, you started a brawl in the streets with Ned Stark and disappeared from the capital.

My husband died in a tragic hunting accident.

It must have been traumatic for you.

My only daughter was shipped off to Dorne.

We suffered through a siege.

A rather short siege.

A rather short siege that I didn't expect to survive.

And now I'm marrying my eldest son to a wicked little bitch from Highgarden while I'm supposed to marry her brother, a renowned pillow biter.

So...

Father disowned me today.

He can't disown you.

You're all he's got.

You're forgetting Tyrion.

You don't really plan on staying in the Kingsguard, do you?

Staying in the Kingsguard means I live right here in the Red Keep with you.

Not now.

I want--

Not now? When?

I've been back for weeks.

Something's changed.

Everything's changed.

You come back after all this time with no apologies and one hand and expect everything to be the same?

What do you want me to apologize for?

For leaving me.

You think I wanted to be taken prisoner?

Don't know what you wanted.

You weren't here.

You left me alone.

Every day I was a prisoner, I plotted my escape.

Every day. I murdered people so I could be here with you.

You took too long.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you took too long.

( knocking )

Come in.

Jaime: Go away.

Forgive me, Your Grace.

You told me to come at once if there was anything important.

You plan on killing all the crows yourself?

Do you plan on sitting here scratching your balls till winter?

We wait for Mance's orders.

You sent a man over the Wall at the full moon.

If he's not back yet,he's not coming back.

And what is it you want?

March on Castle Black with just this lot?

Your pretty crow said 1,000 men are nesting there.

Yeah, well, he's a liar.

He is?

Shouldn't it be "he was"?

You said you put three arrows in him.

I did.

I've seen you slip a shaft through a rabbit's eye at 200 yards.

If that boy's still walking, it's 'cause you let him go.

( whistles )

Thenns.

I f*cking hate Thenns.

Mance sent you?

( grunts )

How did you find us?

You came from the south, not the north.

Took a detour.

Got some supper from a village down that way.

Why does the meat down heretaste so much better than it does on our side of the Wall?

Help yourself.

( chuckles )

Maybe everything's just better fed down here.

Fat and lazy.

Easier for us, hmm?

You didn't see us coming?

Lost your warg?

And that baby crow you had with you, lost him too?

I'll answer to Mance.

I won't answer to you.

She yours?

I'm not anybody's.

Too scrawny.

Not like those crows at Castle Black.

Think of themstuck in their larders stuffing their faces with ham and blood sausage and stew, getting nice and fat and marbled.

I know we've had our differences, Tormund, but just one time before you die, you really ought to try crow.

Officer:Draw.

Loose.

Jon:Last time I saw him,he was in the courtyardat Winterfell.He said, "Next time I see you,you'll be all in black."

I was jealous of Robb my whole life.

( winces )

The way my fatherlooked at him,I wanted that.

He was better than me at everything-- fighting and hunting and riding and girls.

Gods, the girls loved him.

I wanted to hate him, but I never could.

Sometimes I want to hate you.

Well, you're better than me at everything.

Except reading.

They're-- they're ready for you.

He's wanted to hang me for a while.

Now's his chance.

No one's going to hang you.

You've done nothing wrong.

I've done plenty wrong.

So you admit you murdered Qhorin Halfhand?

Jon:I didn't murder him.

No? You put your sword through a brother of the Night's Watch.

What do you call that?

He wanted me to kill him.

A b*st*rd son of a traitor.

What would you expect?

The Halfhand believed our only chance to stop Mance was to get a man inside his army.

Don't talk about the Halfhand as if you knew him.

He was my brother.

Then you'd know he'd do anything to defend the Wall.

The free folk would have boiled him alive, but letting me kill him...

Slynt: The free folk?Listen to him.

He even talks like a wildling now.

Aye, I talk like a wildling. I ate with the wildlings.

I climbed the Wall with the wildlings. I-- I laid with a wildling girl.

You admit to breaking your vows, then?

The law is the law.

The boy must die.

If we beheaded every ranger who lay with a girl, the Wall would be manned by headless men.

There's a difference between sneaking off to the Mole's Town brothel and sleeping with the enemy.

While we sit here debating which rules I broke, Mance Rayder marches on the Wall with an army of 100,000.

Impossible.

You can't get 50 wildlings together before they start killing each other.

100,000.

He's united the Thenns, the Hornfoots,the ice-river clans.

He has giants fighting for him.

( laughs ) Giants?

Have you ever been beyond the Wall, ser?

I commanded the City Watch of King's Landing, boy.

And now you're here.

You must not have been very good at your job.

How dare you?!

There's a band of wildlings south of the Wall already led by Tormund Giantsbane.

I killed their warg and three others.

They shot me full of arrows.

Their orders are to attack Castle Black from the south when Mance hits it from the north.

The signal for the attack will be a bonfire.

Mance said it would be the greatest fire the North has ever seen.

That's the truth.

All the truth.

Do you intend to execute me or am I free to go?

None of us are free.

We are men of the Night's Watch.

But we won't be taking your head today, Jon Snow.

Go on.

I am acting commander here, Maester Aemon.

Yes, you are.

And I don't trust the b*st*rd.

He told the truth.

And you always know when a man's telling a lie?

How did you acquire this magical power?

I grew up in King's Landing.

Olenna:No. No.

You're a queen, not an ox.

Your grandfather gave me a necklace just like this one for my 51st nameday.

The wedding is in a fortnight, Grandmother.

You can't say no to everything.

Nonsense.

My little dears.

Go and speak to the jewelers of King's Landing.

Tell them who you are, tell them who sent you.

The one who brings me the best necklace will get to keep the next best.

( girls laughing )

The Margaery Tyrell who walks into the sept a fortnight from now will inspire 1,000 songs.

Now, how sad it will be if she's wearing rubbish like that.

Perhaps I should just let Joffrey choose it for me.

End up with a string of dead sparrow heads around my neck.

You watch that.

Even here, even with me.

( footsteps approaching )

My word.

My lady.

My lady.

Please pardon me for interrupting.

My name is Brienne of Tarth.

We know who you are.

We've heard all about you.

But hearing is one thing.

Aren't you just marvelous?

Absolutely singular.

I hear you knocked my grandson into the dirt like the silly little boy he is.

My lady, I know this is a very busy time for you, but if I could just have a moment.

You dare not refuse.

A shadow?

A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon.

I swear to you by all the gods it was Stannis.

He plunged his sword through Renly's heart and disappeared.

One day, my lady, I will avenge our king.

Joffrey is our king now.

I meant no offense.

And you've given none.

All the Kingsguard will be on duty, of course.

Ser Boros will be stationed here.

Ser Preston will be stationed here beside the primary entertainment.

Your Grace?

Yes, yes, one guard at the-- the thing.

Go on.

Ser Meryn will guard Lady Margaery and Tommen.

I've always guarded the king himself, my lord.

Ever since your absence.

And I thank you for it, Ser Meryn.

All very good.

I don't expect any trouble.

The people love their king.

They know who keeps them fed.

Margaery Tyrell, I've heard.

By my leave.

They know I saved the city.

They know I won the war.

The war's not won.

Not while Stannis lives.

I broke Stannis on the Blackwater.

Pity you weren't there to help, Uncle.

My apologies, Your Grace.

I was rather busy.

Busy getting captured.

So this is the famous "Book of Brothers"?

All the great deeds of all the great Kingsguard.

Ser Arthur Dayne.

The Sword of the Morning.

( chuckles )

Led the attack on the Kingswood Brotherhood.

Defeated the Smiling Knight in single combat.

Ser Duncan the Tall.

( laughs )

Four pages for Ser Duncan.

He must have been quite a man.

So they say.

Ser Jaime Lannister.

( chuckles )

Someone forgot to write down all your great deeds.

There's still time.

Is there?

For a 40 -year-old knight with one hand?

How can you protect me with that?

I use my left hand now, Your Grace.

Makes for more of a contest.

Daenerys: Have you ever been to Meereen?

Several times, Your Grace, with Master Kraznys.

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

And now an army of former slaves is marching to her gates.

You think the Great Masters are worried?

If they're smart, Your Grace.

You were told to ride at the back of the train.

Yes, my queen.

But I need to speak to you about something important.

A matter of strategy.

Your Grace.

All right, what is this matter of strategy?

A dusk rose.

Would you like to walk at the back of the train instead of riding?

And this one's called lady's lace.

Would you like to walk without shoes?

You have to know a land to rule it.

Its plants, its rivers, its roads, its people.

Dusk rose tea eases fever.

Everyone in Meereen knows that.

Especially the slaves who have to make the tea.

If you want them to follow you, you have to become a part of their world.

Strategy.

Harpy's Gold.

No tea from this one.

Beautiful but poisonous.

You are a gambler, aren't you?

Your Grace.

( man shouts in Valyrian )

There's one on every mile marker between here and Meereen.

How many miles are there between here and Meereen?

163, Your Grace.

Barristan: I'll tell our men to rideahead and bury them.

You don't need to see this.

You will do no such thing.

I will see each and every one of their faces.

Remove her collar before you bury her.

Brienne:There she is.

Jaime: Yes, there she is.

You made a promise.

To return the Stark girls to their mother who is now dead.

To keep them safe.

Well, Arya Stark hasn't been seen since her father was killed.

Where do you think she is?

My money's on dead.

There's a certain safety in death, wouldn't you say?

And Sansa Stark is now Sansa Lannister.

Bit of a complication.

A complication does not release you from a vow.

What do you want me to do?

Kidnap my sister-in-law?

And take her where?

Where would she be safer than here?

Look me in the eye and tell me that you think she'll be safe in King's Landing.

Are you sure we're not related?

Ever since I've returned, every Lannister I've seen has been a miserable pain in my ass.

Maybe you're a Lannister, too.

You've got the hair for it if not the looks.

( footsteps )

( footsteps stop )

( gasps )

( gasps )

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

You're drunk.

I have good reason to be.

Once I was a knight.

Now I'm only a fool.

Don't you know me?

Ser Dontos.

The king's nameday celebration.

I'm sorry.

I should have remembered.

I can't accept your apology.

I may be a fool, but I'm a living fool, thanks to you.

Anyone would have done the same.

But only you did.

I can never repay you.

You gave me my life.

But this, this is worth more than my life.

It belonged to my mother and her mother before her.

House Hollard was strong once.

House on the rise.

That's all that's left of those days, thanks to a few sad, fat drunks like me.

I can't take it.

It's very, very kind of you, but I can't.

I don't have anything else left.

That's all.

Take it.

Wear it.

Let my name have one more moment in the sun before it disappears from the world.

I'll wear it with pride, Ser Dontos.

Yeah.

( flies buzzing )

Arya: When am I going to geta horse of my own?

The little lady wants a pony.

The little lady wants away from your stench.

Horses aren't easy to come by.

Even if they were, you think I'm gonna put you on your own horse?

Watch the only thing of value I've got in the world ride away?

Why don't you have any money?

Didn't you steal anything from Joffrey before you left?

You're not very smart, are you?

I'm not a thief.

You're fine with murdering little boys, but thieving is beneath you?

A man's got to have a code.

You think I'm gonna escape?

Where would I go?

I'd be dead by nightfall without you.

My family's gone.

I've got no one.

You've got an aunt in the Vale.

Your rich Aunt Lysa.

After I sell you to her, maybe she'll have enough left over to buy you that pony you want so much.

Arya: I'm hungry.You're hungry.

Five horses, five men.

More than I feel like killing on an empty stomach.

I know him.

The small one.His name is Polliver.

He captured us and took us to Harrenhal.

( urinating )

He killed Lommy.

What the f*ck's a Lommy?

He was my friend.

Polliver stole my sword and put it right through his neck.

He's still got it.

Hound:Got what?

My sword Needle.

Needle?

Of course you named your sword.

Lots of people name their swords.

Lots of c**ts.

What are you-- get back here.

My brother gave me that sword.

Get back here.

He killed my friend.

I don't care if he ate your friend.

We're not going in there.

( man laughing )

Man: Come on, give it up.

( woman whimpering )

Come here.

( whimpering )

Let's have a feel there.

Leave it.

( laughing )

Come here.

Please, she's a good girl.

Shut your mouth and pour us more ale and we may not take her with us when we're done with her.

I know you.

You're the Hound.

Pour our new friend some ale.

What brings you so far north?

I could ask the same of you.

What are you doing up here?

Just keeping the king's peace.

No need.

The war's over.

So I've heard.

Stannis defeated at the Blackwater.

Robb Stark killed at the Twins.

And where am I for all of it?

Stuck with your brother.

Meaning no offense.

None taken.

He's good, the Mountain is.

Best at what he does.

But torture, torture, torture, torture.

You spend enough time puttingthe hammer to people,you start to feel likea carpenter making chairs.

Drains the fun right out of it.

And what's life without a little fun?

( chuckles )

But I don't need to tell you that, eh?

She's all right.

I've had better.

( laughs )

You know what?

You should come with us.

His kind, they've always got something hidden away somewhere.

Gold, silver, more daughters.

Always something if youknow how to make them talk.

And there's plenty of him between here and King's Landing.

You could do well for yourself.

We certainly have been.

I'm not going to King's Landing.

Think about it.

We could do whatever we like wherever we go.

These are the king's colors.

No one's standing in his way now.

Which means no one's standing in ours.

f*ck the king.

( chatter stops )

When I heard that Joffrey's dog had tucked tail and run from the Battle of the Blackwater, I didn't believe it.

But here you are.

Here I am.

Bring me one of those chickens.

You got money to pay for it?

You paid for it?

( laughs ) No.

But we're the king's men.

So, you got money?

Not a penny.

I'll still take that chicken.

Tell you what.

We'll trade you.

One of our little chickens for one of yours.

Give us a go at your friend.

Lowell there likes them a bit broken in.

( men chuckle )

You're a talker.

Listening to talkers makes me thirsty.

And hungry.

Think I'll take two chickens.

You don't seem to understand the situation.

I understand that if any more words come pouring out of your c**t mouth, I'm gonna have to eat every f*cking chicken in this room.

You lived your life for the king.

You're gonna die for some chickens?

Someone is.

( shouts )

( whimpering )

( grunting )

( groans )

( screams )

( screaming )

( gasping )

( grunts )

( groans )

( screams )

( groans )

Something wrong with your leg, boy?

What?

What do you mean?

Can you walk?

I've got to carry you?

Carry me?

Fine little blade.

Maybe I'll pick my teeth with it.

( gasps )

( gurgling )

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You will release every slave in Yunkai. Reject this gift and I shall show you no mercy.

You are mad.

It was just as you said.

Their slave soldiers threw down their spears and surrendered.

Locke: The bitch stays.

I'm taking her to King's Landing.

Unless you kill me.

Well, we must be on our way.

( bear roars )

( sobbing ) Please.

I'm not killing you.

Just making a few alterations.

No! Don't!

Sam: The Nightfort's closest to Castle Black.

It's got a secret sally port, the Black Gate, as old as the Wall itself. It leads through the Wall right down into the Nightfort.

Stop.

But your father-- I won't share your bed. Not until you want me to.

What if I never want you to?

And so my watch begins.

He's a crow. He'll stab us in the back first chance he gets.

Kill him.

( grunts )

The wolves are out there.

You're a warg, Bran. Do it.

I'm going beyond the Wall. It won't be safe for Rickon.

I'm coming with you. You and Osha and Shaggydog head for the Last Hearth.

She's just going to kill him.

Sacrifice him.

The boy's your nephew.

The usurper Robb Stark...

She says there's power in king's blood.

Got salt pork for the feast.

The feast is over.

Robb!

Mother.

The Lannisters send their regards.

It's too late.

( men shouting )

( weapons clashing )

( men screaming, shouting )

( screaming )

Yah! Yah!

( men shouting )

Man: Go, move out!

The King in the North!

The King in the North!

( horse neighs )

The King in the North!

The King in the North!

Man: Here comes the King in the North!

( knights chanting ) Here comes the King in the North!

The King in the North! The King in the North!

Here comes...

( all cheering )

( men chuckle )

Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall.

What are you doing?

I have a list.

A list of people you mean to kill? For laughing at me?

Do I look like Joffrey to you?

No, death seems a bit extreme.

Fear of death, on the other hand... You should learn to ignore them.

My lady, people have been laughing at me far longer than they've been laughing at you.

I'm the Halfman, the Demon Monkey, the Imp. You're a Lannister.

I am the disgraced daughter of the traitor Ned Stark. The disgraced daughter and the Demon Monkey.

We're perfect for each other.

( chuckles )

So how should we punish them?

Who? Whom?

Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall.

I could speak to Lord Varys and learn their perversions.

Anyone named Desmond Crakehall must be a pervert.

I hear that you're a pervert.

I am the Imp. I have certain standards to maintain.

( chuckles )

We could sheep shift Lord Desmond's bed. You cut a little hole in his mattress and you stuff sheep dung inside. Then you sew up the hole and make his bed again. His room will stink, but he won't know where it's coming from.

Lady Sansa!

My sister used to do that when she was angry with me. And she was always angry with me.

Why sheep shift?

That's the vulgar word for dung.

My lady...

Well, you asked me.

Women: Oh! ( giggle )

That's him!

My lord, my lady. Your father has called a meeting of the small council.

( door closes )

Killed a few puppies today?

Show him. Come on, show him.

Oh, apologies, my lord.

Old fingers.

"Roslin caught a fine fat trout. Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding. Signed Walder Frey."

Is that bad poetry or is it supposed to mean something?

Robb Stark is dead.

( laughing )

And his bitch mother.

Write back to Lord Frey. Thank him for his service and command him to send Robb Stark's head.

I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast.

Your Grace, Lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage.

A joke. Joffrey did not mean it.

Yes, I did.

I'm going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast.

Tyrion: No.

She is no longer yours to torment.

Everyone is mine to torment. You'd do well to remember that, you little monster.

Oh, I'm a monster. Perhaps you should speak to me more softly, then. Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies.

I could have your tongue out for saying that.

Let him make his threats. Hmm? He's a bitter little man.

Lord Tyrion should apologize immediately.

Unacceptable, disrespectful, and in very bad taste.

I am the king! I will punish you.

Any man who must say, "I am the king" is no true king. I'll make sure you understand that when I've won your war for you.

My father won the real war. He killed Prince Rhaegar. He took the crown while you hid under Casterly Rock!

The king is tired. See him to his chambers.

Come along.

I'm not tired.

We have so much to celebrate. A wedding to plan. You must rest.

Grand Maester, perhaps some essence of nightshade to help him sleep.

I'm not tired!

Come.

Not you.

You just sent the most powerful man in Westeros to bed without his supper.

You're a fool if you believe he's the most powerful man in Westeros.

A treasonous statement. Joffrey is king.

You really think a crown gives you power?

I think armies give you power.

Mm-hmm.

Robb Stark had one, never lost a battle, and you defeated him all the same.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I know.

Walder Frey gets all the credit. Or the blame, I suppose, depending on your allegiance.

Walder Frey is many things, but a brave man?

No. He never would have risked such an action if he didn't have certain assurances. Which he got from me.

Do you disapprove?

I'm all for cheating. This is war.

But to slaughter them at a wedding... Explain to me why it is more noble to kill 10,000 men in battle than a dozen at dinner.

So that's why you did it?

To save lives?

To end the war. To protect the family.

Do you want to write a song for the dead Starks? Go ahead, write one.

I'm in this world a little while longer to defend the Lannisters, to defend my blood.

The northerners will never forget.

Good.

Let them remember what happens when they march on the south.

All the Stark men are dead.

Winterfell is a ruin.

Roose Bolton will be named Warden of the North until your son by Sansa comes of age.

I believe you still have some work to do on that score.

Do you think she'll open her legs for me after I tell her how we murdered her mother and brother?

One way or another, you will get that girl pregnant.

I will not rape her.

Shall I explain to you in one easy lesson how the world works?

Use small words. I'm not as bright as you.

The house that puts family first will always defeat the house that puts the whims and wishes of its sons and daughters first.

A good man does everything in his power to better his family's position regardless of his own selfish desires.

Does that amuse you?

No, it's a very good lesson.

Only it's easy for you to preach utter devotion to family when you're making all the decisions.

Easy for me, is it?

When have you ever done something that wasn't in your interest but solely for the benefit of the family?

The day that you were born.

I wanted to carry you into the sea and let the waves wash you away. Instead, I let you live. And I brought you as my son. Because you're a Lannister.

Sansa.

It's empty.

Let's find a place to sleep.

( wind howling )

( echoing ) Hodor.

Hodor.

Don't, Hodor.

Maybe we shouldn't stay.

You'd rather be out there?

There are a lot of stories about this place. Horrible stories.

I always quite liked the horrible stories.

So did I.

Once.

You ever heard about the Rat Cook?

No. Who's he?

Just a cook in the Night's Watch. He was angry at the king for something,

I don't remember.

When the king was visiting the Nightfort, the cook killed the king's son, cooked him into a big pie with onions, carrots, mushrooms and bacon. That night he served the pie to the king. He liked the taste of his son so much, he asked for a second slice. The gods turned the cook into a giant white rat who could only eat his own young. He's been roaming the Nightfort ever since, devouring his own babies. But no matter what he does, he's always hungry.

( chuckles )

If the gods turned every killer into a giant white rat-- It wasn't for murder the gods cursed the Rat Cook

or for serving the king's son in a pie.

He killed a guest beneath his roof.

( distant clatter )

That's something the gods can't forgive.

( rats squeaking )

"The late Walder Frey," old Tully called me because I didn't get my men to the Trident in time for battle.

He thought he was witty.

Look at us now, Tully. You're dead, your daughter's dead, your grandson's dead, your son spent his wedding night in a dungeon and I'm Lord of Riverrun.

( laughs )

The Blackfish escaped.

An old man on the run with no allies.

I have Tywin Lannister backing me.

Who does he have?

As you say.

They all laughed at me, all those high lords. They all thought they were better than me.

Ned Stark, Hoster Tully.

People snigger when I marry a young girl, but who said a word when Jon Arryn married the little Tully bitch?

You'll be needing a new young girl.

Yeah. Got that to look forward to. And you, the Warden of the North.

No more Starks to bow and scrape to.

Must have been torture following that stupid boy all over the country.

He ignored my advice at every turn.

If he'd been a trifle less arrogant... Calling himself the Young Wolf.

How's that for pomposity?

( chuckling )

Well, here's to the Young Wolf!

( howls )

Forever young.

( laughs )

Will you move to Winterfell now that the war's over?

At some point perhaps.

But Winterfell's in ruins.

Yeah.

What happened up there?

I heard the Greyjoy boy seized the place. I heard he killed all the ravens. And after that, nothing.

I sent my b*st*rd Ramsay to root him out.

Robb Stark offered amnesty for the ironborn if they gave us Theon.

Oh. And?

Ramsay delivered the terms.

The ironborn turned on Theon as we knew they would. They handed him over trussed and hooded.

But Ramsay-- well... Ramsay has his own way of doing things.

Well, the girls weren't lying. You had a good-sized cock.

What?

Pork sausage.

You think I'm some sort of savage?

People talk about phantom limbs.

An amputee might have an itch where his foot used to be.

So I've always wondered... do eunuchs have a phantom cock?

Next time you think about naked girls, would you feel an itch?

Sorry. I shouldn't make jokes. My mother taught me not to throw stones at cripples. But my father taught me

to aim for their head.

( quietly ) Kill me.

Sorry, what?

Kill me.

A little louder.

( sobbing ) Kill me!

You're no good to me dead. We need you.

You don't look like a Theon Greyjoy anymore.

That's a name for a lord. But you're not a lord, are you? You're just meat.

( groans )

Stinking meat.

( sniffs )

You reek.

( gasps ) Reek!

That's a good name for you.

What's your name?

Theon Greyjoy.

What's your name?

Theon Greyjoy.

( groans )

Please.

What is your name?!

Reek.

My name is... Reek.

( wind howling )

( distant gasp )

( gasps )

Hodor.

( gasping continues )

( growling )

( scraping, footsteps approaching )

( groaning )

( shatters )

( gasps )

( shouting )

( panting )

Don't kill me!

Who are you?

Sam! Sam!

Who are you?!

Gilly. Don't hurt us.

Where are you going?

To Castle Black. I'm a brother of the Night's Watch.

My brother, he's in the Night's--

Shush.

Who's your brother?

Doesn't matter.

( Summer growling )

You're Jon's brother.

The one who fell from the window.

No, I'm not.

I've been around Ghost enough to know a direwolf when I see one. And I've heard all about Hodor.

Hodor.

I'd be dead if it wasn't for Jon.

If you're his brother, you're my brother, too.

And anything I can do to help you, I will.

Take us north of the Wall.

What?

Why in the world would you want to go--

I don't want to. I have to.

How did you get through the Wall?

Does the well lead to an underground river? Is that how you came here?

Come with us.

There are steps carved into the south side of the Wall. Hodor can carry you to the top.

We'll walk straight to Castle Black.

Come with us. There's nothing north but death.

Sam: If Jon is alive, then Castle Black's where he'll be.

It's the safest place for you.

There's nowhere safe any longer. You know that.

What I know is what I saw. And if you saw it, too, you'd run the other way.

You saw the white walkers and the army of the dead.

How do you know all that?

The Night's Watch can't stop them.

The kings of Westeros and all their armies can't stop them.

( baby fussing )

But you're going to stop them?

Please, Sam.

I have to go north.

I have to.

( seabirds screeching )

( distant waves crashing )

"Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands and invader of the North. I give you until the full moon to order all ironborn scum out of the North and back to those shit-stained rocks you call a home. On the first night of the full moon, I will hunt down every islander still in our lands and flay them living the way I flayed the 20 ironborn scum I found at Winterfell. In the box you'll find a special gift-- Theon's favorite toy. He cried when I took it away from him.

Leave the North now or more boxes will follow with more Theon. Signed Ramsay Snow, natural-born son of Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort and Warden of the North."

Get that out of my sight.

Theon disobeyed my orders.

The boy is a fool. He cannot further the Greyjoy line.

I will not give up the lands I have seized, the strongholds I have taken.

Get this away from me. He's your son.

He's not a man anymore. He's your son. He's my brother. He's a Greyjoy.

Watch yourself.

I've made my decision.

And I've made mine.

I'm going to pick the fastest ship in our fleet. I'm going to choose the 50 best killers on the Iron Islands.

Man: Get those ropes!

Yara: I'm going to sail up the Narrow Sea all the way to the Weeping Water.

I'm going to march on the Dreadfort. I'm going to find my little brother

and I'm going to bring him home.

What is it?

Dragonglass.

We found them at the Fist. Someone buried them a long time ago.

Someone wanted us to find them.

Why? What are they for?

Killing white walkers.

How do you know that?

Gilly: The walker came for my baby.

And Sam...

But no one's killed a white walker in thousands of years.

Well, I suppose someone had to be the first.

Take it, Hodor. And the archer.

I got lucky with one of them.

There are more. Many more.

And for every one of them, the dead men, more than you could count.

I wish you'd come with us.

I wish I could. I really do.

How are you keeping?

Great. Never better.

It was just a bit of blood.

I should have known.

Every time a highborn asks my name, it's trouble.

We're not really people to you, are we? Just a million different ways to get what you want.

I'm not a highborn.

She called you Ser.

I heard it.

A recent state of affairs.

I was born in Flea Bottom just like you.

Sure, you were.

You're my friend. You're here to help.

I lived below the Street of Flour.

How far below?

How close to the Red Keep were you?

The sh1t that poured from their privy pipes flowed down the side of Aegon's Hill along Tanner's Row and right in front of my front door

on Gin Alley.

Gin Alley.

The Street of Steel, with your armor and your knights?

Pfft.

You lived in the fancy part of town.

And here we are now.

Two boys from Flea Bottom in the castle of a king.

Yeah, we've come a long way.

We're all the same, really.

She went to great pains to point that out to me.

If you mistrust fancy people so much, why were you in such a hurry to trust her?

You're me.

Never been with a woman. Never talked to a woman, really.

And then she comes at you-- big words, no clothes. What would you have done?

She does know her way around a man's head, I'll give her that.

( both chuckle )

So how'd you become a lord?

Oh, that's a long story.

Better not, then. I'm a bit busy.

Many years ago I helped King Stannis out of a difficult situation. He rewarded me with a lordship.

And this.

You see?

Highborns.

I didn't want to be a lord. I nearly didn't accept.

Why did you?

I did it for my son. I didn't want him to step over a river of sh1t every time he stepped through his front door. I wanted him to have a better life.

Does he?

He's dead.

How'd he die?

Following me.

( seabirds screeching )

( bells dinging )

When did you come to this strange country?

When I was 13.

You were only a child.

I stopped being a child when I was nine. My mother made sure of that.

You've been a good influence on our mutual friend, you know.

He used to drink from sundown to sunup, visit three brothels a night, gamble away his father's money.

Now it's just the drinking. And now I'm his wife's servant. I brush her hair and clip her nails and empty her chamber pot. She is a sweet young thing. None of this is her fault. I love that girl. I would kill for her.

Do you think that makes it easier for me?

No, I expect not.

She's young and she's beautiful and highborn.

We break bread with them, but that doesn't make us family. We've learned their language, but we'll never be

their countrymen.

If you let yourself believe that a foreign girl with no name could spend her life with the son of Tywin Lannister--

I have a name.

You have one name.

As do I.

Here only the family name matters.

What do you want from me, Lord Varys?

Diamonds.

I'd tell you to beware carrying so much wealth, but you know how to protect yourself.

Get on one of those ships. Sail to Pentos or Lys or Myr.

You can buy a house with these diamonds, a very large house. Hire servants. Start a new life, a good life, far from here.

The mysterious foreign beauty.

You'll have suitors lining up.

Why do you want me to leave?

Tyrion Lannister is one of the few people alive who could make this country a better place.

He has the mind for it, he has the will, he has the right last name.

And you-- you are a complication.

I know you love him. And I know it's true love not bought by gold and silver. I'm not asking you

to leave him for money. I'm asking you to leave because your presence in the capital endangers him.

This will never be your home, my lady. Find a true home somewhere far from here... while there's still time.

Lord Varys.

If he wants me to leave, he can tell me himself.

Keep up.

I don't think I can, my lord. It's not easy being drunk all the time.

Everyone would do it if it were easy.

( footsteps approaching )

Leave.

So, enjoying married life?

An unhappy wife is a wine merchant's best friend.

She doesn't deserve this.

Deserve? Be careful with that.

Start trying to work out who deserves what and before long you'll spend the rest of your days weeping for each and every person in the world.

There's nothing worse than a late-blooming philosopher.

( chuckles )

Will you be facing your marriage to Ser Loras with the same philosophical spirit?

I won't be marrying Ser Loras.

I seem to remember saying something similar about my own marriage.

You're not me.

You want to make things better for Sansa? Give her a child.

So you can tell Father it was you who finally talked me into it?

So she can have some happiness in her life.

You have children.

How happy would you say you are?

Not very. But if it weren't for my children, I'd have thrown myself from the highest window in the Red Keep.

They're the reason I'm alive.

Even Joffrey?

Even Joffrey. He was all I had once. Before Myrcella was born. I used to spend hours looking at him.

His wisps of hair. His tiny little hands and feet. He was such a jolly little fellow.

You always hear the terrible ones were terrible babies.

"We should have known. Even then we should have known."

It's nonsense. Whenever he was with me, he was happy. And no one can take that away from me, not even Joffrey-- how it feels to have someone. Someone of your own.

How long does it go on?

Until we've dealt with all our enemies.

Every time we deal with an enemy, we create two more.

Then I suppose it will go on for quite a long time.

( man laughing )

( man #2 wailing )

( both laughing )

I'm telling you, that's what she did.

( wailing )

( soldiers laughing )

Sounded like a cow in heat.

Aye, not for long.

That's right.

Black Walder shut her up right quick.

None of the Starks had much to say about the end of that meal.

I'll tell you what, though. The hardest thing was getting that wolf's head to stay on the body.

You sewed it on?

I did.

I bet there were 1,000 men claiming they were the one.

It was me. And Malcolm and Talbott.

Well, the thing was so heavy, it fell off the first time. Took the skin right with it.

What we ended up having to do was hook the needle right under the collarbone.

Give it a nice firm mooring and--

What do you want?

Mind if I keep warm?

f*ck off.

But I'm hungry.

Does f*ck off mean something different where you're from?

I've got money.

What kind of coin is that?

It's worth a lot.

Sorry.

Little sh1t.

( grunting )

Man: Fool!

Where did you get the knife?

From you.

Hound: Is that the first man you've killed?

The first man.

Next time you're going to do something like that, tell me first.

( whispers )

Valar morghulis.

( winces )

( wings flap )

( horse neighs )

Ygritte, you know I didn't have a choice. You always knew who I was, what I am.

I have to go home now. I know you won't hurt me.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

I do know some things. I know I love you. I know you love me.

But I have to go home now.

( grunts )

( groans )

I know how this must look.

What I meant was--

I swear to you, my lord--

I'm not a lord, my dear. Not for many, many years.

Every man who joins the Night's Watch renounces all former titles. Among other things.

What is your name?

Gilly.

Ah, for the gillyflower.

Lovely.

Yes, my-- Maester.

Master.

Maester.

And the child?

She hasn't chosen a name yet.

His name is Sam.

Tarly... do you remember the oath you swore when you joined this order?

He's not my child, Maester Aemon.

She's one of Craster's wives.

I remember every word of the oath.

Night gathers and my watch begins. I am the shield that guards the realms of men.

The realms of men.

That means her as well as us.

We didn't build 500 miles of ice walls, 700 feet high to keep out men.

The night is gathering, Maester Aemon.

I've seen it. It's coming for all of us.

Gilly, you and your son will be our guests for the time being.

We certainly cannot send you back beyond the Wall.

Thank you... Maester.

I can cook and clean and I can--

Good.

Samwell, fetch a quill and inkwell. I hope your penmanship is better than your swordplay.

( chuckles )

Miles better.

We had 44 ravens at last count.

Make sure they're all fed. Every one of them flies tonight.

"To His Grace King Stannis Baratheon. Invaded-- inv-- invit-- invited to the name day celebration for Rylene Florent on the first nigit--"

Night.

"First night of the full moon."

Why is there a G in night?

I don't know. There just is.

Well, your father's not going to go to that.

My books are better than these boring scrolls.

You could read about Balerion the Dread.

They say you can still see his skull in the dungeons beneath the Red Keep.

I'd like to see that someday.

I've been trying to stay out of those dungeons my whole life.

"His fangs were as long as b*st*rd swords."

Aye, old Balerion's definitely better than anything your cousin Rylene's got on offer.

But now that I'm your father's Hand again, I have to keep him informed.

The king does not have time for this drudgery.

"To all the lords and knobble men of Westeros."

Noblemen.

"Noblemen of Westeros,

the Nig-- the Night's Watch... implores..."

What is it?

( bell tolling )

Why are they ringing the bells?

Are we being attacked?

Stay here. Bar the door.

The usurper Robb Stark is dead.

Betrayed by his bannerman.

And you take credit because you dropped a leech into the fire?

I take no credit.

I have faith and my faith has been rewarded.

Your Grace, the world has got so far bent.

I've seen things crawl out of nightmares, but my eyes were open.

I don't know if Robb Stark died because of the Red Woman's sorcery or because at war men die all the time,

but I do know that uniting the Seven Kingdoms with blood magic is wrong. It is evil. And you are not an evil man.

Do you know who had this table carved and painted, Ser Davos?

Aegon Targaryen.

And do you know how Aegon Targaryen conquered Westeros?

On the back of his dragon Balerion the Dread. He had a smaller fleet than the kings he faced and a smaller army, but he had three dragons.

Dragons are magic, Ser Davos.

My enemies have made my kingdom bleed.

I will not forget that.

I will not forgive that. I will punish them with any arms at my disposal.

You do not need to burn the boy.

If what you say is true, a drop of his blood killed Robb Stark-- And our king is still

no closer to the Iron Throne. A great gift requires a great sacrifice.

His name is Gendry. He's a good lad.

A poor lad from Flea Bottom who happens to be your nephew.

What is the life of one b*st*rd boy against a kingdom?

Everything.

The boy must die.

What are you doing?

You're leaving.

Is this some kind of trick?

Yes, but not on you.

Aim for that star. Don't stop.

There's bread and water. Go slow with it.

If you finish it off, no matter how thirsty you get, don't drink seawater.

I know not to drink seawater.

Row for a full day and night and you'll reach Rook's Rest.

You'll want to stop there.

Don't. She'll find you.

Where should I go?

You must keep the coast on your left side until you reach King's Landing.

The gold cloaks are looking for me.

They were looking for me for 20 years.

Do they know your face?

I'd worry more about the Red Woman.

The other way.

You ever been in a boat before?

You know how to swim?

Don't fall out. Go on.

Why are you doing this?

Because it's right. And because I'm a slow learner.

When you get to Flea Bottom, have a bowl of brown for me.

Guard: Horse approaching!

Halt! Halt!

Jon! Jon!

Jon, it's us.

I don't think he can see us.

Hush, now. You're home.

Carry him inside. Gently.

( vendors shouting )

( chickens clucking )

Out of the way. Step aside, country boy. People working here.

Cersei.

You don't deny it?

I let him go.

Your mercy saved the boy's life.

You feel good about that?

Aye, I do.

Melisandre: You saved one innocent.

How many tens of thousands have you doomed?

There has got to be another way.

What other way?!

Tell us about this other way.

I don't know, Your Grace.

I can't see the future in the fire.

Very well, Ser Davos Seaworth.

I, Stannis of the House Baratheon, First of My Name, Rightful King of the Andals and the First Men,

sentence you to die.

I understand.

But since you haven't yet unnamed me Hand of the King, it is my duty to advise you against it.

You're gonna need me.

Take him away.

Why am I gonna need you?

My king.

Davos: It's from Maester Aemon of the Night's Watch. Their Lord Commander is dead.

Took a ranging party north and never made it back.

One lad did, though.

What he saw beyond the Wall-- it's coming for all of us.

When did you learn to read?

Matthos taught me before he died so I could be of better service to you.

This War of Five Kings means nothing.

The true war lies to the north, my king.

Death marches on the Wall.

Only you can stop him.

You can't stop him alone.

You need someone to rebuild your army for you, someone to convince this lord and that lord to fight for you, to bring sellswords and pirates to your side.

I've made my decision.

He's right. You need him. He has a part to play in the war to come.

( chuckling )

You see, Ser Davos?

You've been saved by that fire god you like to mock. You're in his army now.

( dragons chirping )

They will come, Your Grace.

When they're ready.

Perhaps they didn't want to be conquered.

You didn't conquer them. You liberated them.

People learn to love their chains.

( dragon screeches )

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

( all shouting )

Mhysa! Mhysa!

Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa!

What does it mean?

It is old Ghiscari, khaleesi. It means "mother."

( shouting continues )

( dragons screech )

It's all right.

These people won't hurt me.

Mhysa! Mhysa!

( dragon screeches )

( screeching )

( shouting continues )

All: Mhysa.

( chanting )

Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa!

( chanting continues )

( dragons screech )

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 03x09) - Game of Thrones Script, 3x09 - The Rains of Castamere

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You think I can't hear you

every day talking about visions

and three-eyed ravens

and black magic?

I don't want you talking to him till we get to Castle Black.

We're not going to Castle Black.

Jon Snow isn't there.

Bran needs to find the raven beyond the Wall.

Oh, no, I'm not going back there.

I promised your maester I'd get you to Castle Black and no further.

You won't win.

You don't have the discipline.

You don't know how to fight together.

You don't know that.

If you attack the Wall you'll die, all of you.

All of us.

I can't force them to meet us in the field.

Casterly Rock can't run away.

Can you do it?

There is only one person in this kingdom with that kind of army.

Walder Frey.

We will do whatever we can to give Lord Frey what he needs.

Our father requires Lord Edmure to wed one of his daughters.

You were sent here to kill me?

I don't want to.

What do your captains have to say about that?

Daario: You should ask them.

Will you fight for me?

The Second Sons are yours and so is Daario Naharis.

My sword is yours, my life is yours, my heart is yours.

Is that the Blackwater?

Where do you think I'm taking you?

Back to King's Landing.

That's the Red Fork.

I'm taking you to the Twins.

Your uncle's marrying one of the Frey girls.

Your mother and brother will be there and they'll pay me for you.

That rain will cost us another day.

Lord Frey will take this delay as a slight.

He's getting the wedding he wanted.

He's getting a wedding.

It was a king he wanted.

It's come for the baby.

You stay back!

( grunts )

No, you can't have him.

No!

( yelling )

( screams )

( howls )

( panting )

( crows cawing )

( theme music playing )

( crickets chirping )

Catelyn:

Are you sure about this?

It's dangerous.

If we take Tywin's castle from him, the lords of Westeros will realize he's not invincible.

Take his home,take his gold, take his power.

Why are you telling me?

You begged me not to send Theon to negotiate with his father and I ignored your advice.

Now Winterfell is burnt to the ground, the North is overrun with ironborn, and Bran and Rickon are gone.

So Casterly Rock...

I'm asking your advice.

We have enough men?

If Walder Frey cooperates.

If reinforcements arrive from King's Landing before we take the castle... we'll be caught between Tywin's army and the sea.

We'll lose the war and die the way Father died.

Or worse.

Show them how it feels to lose what they love.

Walder: My honored guests... be welcome within my walls and at my table.

I extend to you my hospitality and protection in the light of the Seven.

We thank you for your hospitality, my lord.

I have come to make my apologies, my lord, and to beg your forgiveness.

Don't beg my forgiveness, Your Grace.

It wasn't me you spurned. It was my girls.

One of them was supposedto be queen.

Now none of them are.

This is Arwyen my daughter.

My daughter Walda,my daughter Derwa,my daughter Waldra.

My eldest granddaughters Ginia and Neila.Serra and Sarra,granddaughters, twins.

You could have had either.Could have had bothfor all I care.

My granddaughter Marianne.My granddaughter Freya.

My granddaughter...Wertha.

Waldra.

Waldina.

I'm Merry.

Fine.

And here's my youngest daughter Shirei,though she hasn't bled yet.

Clearly you don't have the patience for all that.

My ladies.

All men should keep their word, kings most of all.

I was pledged to marry one of you and I broke that vow.

The fault is not with you.

Any man would be luckyto have any one of you.

I did what I didnot to slight you,but because I loved another.

I know these wordscannot set rightthe wrong I have doneto you and your house.

I beg your forgiveness and pledge to do all I can to make amends so the Freys of the Crossing and the Starks of Winterfell may once again be friends.

Walder:Very good.

There she is.

Come closer.

Let me have a look at you.

Still can't see you.

Old eyes.

Love.

That's what the Starksof Winterfell call it, eh?

( chuckles )

Very honorable.

I call it a pretty face.

Mmm, very pretty.

Prettier than this lot, that's for sure.

Very shapely as well.

Oh, you try to hide herunder that dress.

If you wanted to hide her, you shouldn't have brought her here in the first place.

I can always see what's going on beneath a dress.

Been at this a long time.

I bet when you take that dress off, everything stays right where it is.

Doesn't drop an inch.

Your king says he betrayed me for love.

I say he betrayed me for firm tits and a tight fit.

And I can respect that.

When I was your age, I'd have broken 50 oaths to get into that without a second thought.

Well, I've enough room in the hall for you lot.

We'll set up tents outside with food and ale for the rest of your men.

Thank you, my lord.

Well, let's get ready.

The wine will flow redand the music will play loudand we'll put this mess behind us.

( horse neighs )

( weapons clang )

Where?

There.

There.

It's a back gate.

My men use it when they visit Yunkai's bed slaves.

Your men, but not you?

Daario: I have no interest in slaves.

A man cannot make love to property.

This is where we enter the city.

Very few guards. They know me.

They let me inside--

We're not gonna sneak an army through a back gate.

I kill the guards. I take your two best men and lead them through the back streets, which I know well, and open the front gates.

Then comes the army.

Once the walls are breached, the city will fall in hours.

Or perhaps you'll lead Grey Worm and me to the slaughter, cutting the head off our army.

The masters of Yunkaiwill pay you your feeand you won't have to split it three ways

'cause you've already slaughtered your partners.

You have a very suspicious mind.

In my experience, only dishonest people think this way.

You command the Unsullied.

What do you think?

You leave tonight.

Very good.

We'll prepare.

Ser Jorah.

You can use an extra sword.

You're the Queensguard, Ser Barristan.

Your place is by the queen.

If we are truly her loyal servants, we'll do whatever needs to be done no matter the cost, no matter our pride.

We're west of Castle Black,but the Nightfort's closest to us.

It was the first castle on the Wall.

The Watch abandoned it during the reign of King Jaehaerys I.

Too big.

Impossible to maintain.

Other than Castle Black itself, the Nightfort's the perfect castle for us.

It's got a secret sally port, the Black Gate, as old as the Wall itself.

No one's used it in centuries most likely.

It leads through the Wall right down into the Nightfort,if one knows how to find it, which, it just

so happens, I do.

How do you know all that?

I read about it in a very old book.

You know all that from staring at marks on paper?

You're like a wizard.

Our father used to tell us that no wildling ever looked upon the Wall and lived.

Here we are.

Alive.

( donkey braying )

Remember what happens to children who run.

I'm your father and I'll do the talking.

The roads have gone right to hell, haven't they?

Cracked three spokes this morning.

Need a hand?

Need about eight hands.

Got to get this salt pork to the Twins in time for the wedding.

Many thanks.

Don't!

Don't kill him.

Dead rats don't squeak.

You're so dangerous, aren't you?

Saying scary things to little girls.

Killing little boys and old people.

A real hard man you are.

More than anyone you know.

You're wrong. I know a killer.

A real killer.

That so?

You'd be like a kitten to him.

He'd kill you with his little finger.

That him?

Good.

Don't kill him.

Please.

Please don't.

You're very kind.

Someday it'll get you killed.

( groaning )

( grunts )

Where are we?

The Gift, I think.

Brandon the Builder gave all this landsouth of the Wallto the Night's Watch for their sustenance

and support.

Maester Luwin taught me that.

Doesn't seem to be supporting anyone at the moment.

It's good land and there's no war up here.

Why leave?

Wildlings.

Sorry.

But they come over the Wall and raid, steal, carry off women.

Old Nan said they turn your skull into a cup and make you drink your own blood from it.

That's what Old Nan said.

There's a storm coming.

I don't see any--

( thunder rolling )

It's as good a place to shelter as any.

We can drink some blood while we wait.

I don't need much.

( screeching )

Only one old man and eight good horses.

What's one old man doing with eight horses?

He breeds them for the Watch.

How's he keep folks from stealing them?

The Watch protects him.

Not today they don't.

He's selling horses, he's got some gold in there.

Tormund: And proper steel.

Let's carve him up.

We just take the horses and go.

The old man's no threat.

I keep telling you.

He's an old man.

A spear through the heart's a better way to die than coughing up your last with no one but your horses to hear.

The Watch might send a few men looking for a horse thief.

They'll send a lot more to hunt down murderers.

I hope so.

Killing crows in their castle is tough.

Killing them out here in the open, that's what we do.

Spread out.

Surround the hut and move in.

( sword clangs )

( snorts )

( neighing )

Ygritte!

Man:Clear the barn!

No one's going to believe you're a hog farmer if you eat them all.

Best part of the animal.

Don't worry. They're still there.

I know they're still there.

You check every five minutes like you're afraid they're gonna move.

I'm not afraid.

Of course you are.

You're almost there and you're afraid you won't make it.

The closer you get, the worse the fear gets.

No point in trying to hide behind that face.

I know fear when I see it.

Seen it a lot.

I knew fear when I saw it in you.

You're afraid of fire.

When Beric's sword went up in flames, you looked like a scared little girl.

And I know why, too.I heard whatyour brother did to you.

Pressed your face to the fire like you're a nice juicy mutton chop.

That give you some ideas?

Might do.

Go ahead, then.

You might get away.

Might even make it there on your own.

They're just over the river.

The closest you've been to family since Ilyn Payne snipped your daddy's neck.

Someday I'm gonna put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull.

( thunder rumbling )

( thunder crashes )

How are we going to get past the Wall?

My uncle said it's 700 feet high.

( thunder crashes )

How did you get past it?

Got in a boat and rowed past the Bay of Seals.

It would take us two months to get to the Bay of Seals.

Some climb straight up the ice.

Even Hodor's not strong enough to climb the Wall with me on his back.

Hodor.

19 castles guard the Wall.

( thunder booms )

Only three are still manned.

Hodor!

One of those abandoned fortresses will give us a way through.

My uncle said the gates were sealed with ice and stone when the castles were deserted.

Well, we'll have to open them up again.

( hoofbeats, horse neighs )

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Meera: There's a rider out there.

Just one?

( thunder crashes )

Meera: There's more.

Hodor!

( horses neighing )

Shh. Shh.

It's just thunder, sweet giant.

Hodor.

Man: I yield.

=- I yield.

Wildlings.

=( men shouting )

=Where's Shaggydog and Summer?

=- Hunting.

( horses neighing )

=- ( thunder crashes )

Hodor!

=- Shh, quiet, Hodor.

Hodor!

=Make him shut up. If they hear us...

=- Hush, Hodor. No-- no more Hodoring.

Hodor!

Hodor!

Hodor, calm down.

You need to keep quiet.

They're gonna hear us.

( Hodor shouting )

Bran: Hodor, be quiet.

( thunder crashes )

Ah! Hodor!

Hodor, calm down.

Hodor! Hodor!

Hodor, be quiet!

What did you do?

Nothing.

I don't know.

( horse screaming )

What's that?

That's a horse dying.

Man:Bring them over here.

Man #2: That was the last of them. The rest are dead.

Orell: I heard shouting up there.

Thunder.

I know the difference between shouting and thunder.

Maybe it's ghosts.

( laughs )

( eagle screeching )

That won't help you, grandpa.

Where you riding?

Doesn't matter now, does it?

No, it doesn't matter now.

Cut his throat or he'll tell the crows we're here.

You understand.

Let me stand at least.

Let me go

with a bit of dignity.

Make the crow kill him.

You're one of us now.

Prove it.

The wolves are out there.

I can't do it by choice.

I don't know how.

It happens in my dreams.

You're a warg, Bran.

It's in your blood.

I can't.

You just did with him.

A wolf is nothing compared to that.

She looks sharp.

( muttering prayer )

Do it.

Do it.

I told you.

He's still one of them.

Go on, boy.

Go on!

( groans )

He's a crow.

He'll always be a crow.

And here's his crow wife guarding him.

He'll stab us in the back first chance he gets.

Kill him.

( Jon shouts )

( screaming )

He's one of them.

Do you hear me?

( screams )

You're not gonna die for one of them.

Do it.

They'll find us if you don't.

( swords clanging )

( breathing heavily )

( growling )

( Orell shouts )

( gasps )

You were right the whole time.

( gasps )

( eagle screeches )

( Jon screaming )

Hyah!

Daario: When you hear a songbird's whistle, you come.

I'm a great whistler. The greatest in the land.

( guard shouts in Valyrian )

Daario Naharis.

( whistling )

Daario: That one was quick.

There may be others.

I doubt it.

The Yunkish prefer to let their slaves do their fighting for them.

( guards shouting )

That's what you call a few guards?

( guards shouting )

( men shouting )

Come on!

What do you got, huh?

( cheering )

Lord Edmure...

I hope I'm not a disappointment to you.

( chuckles )

You're a delight to me, my lady.

You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.

In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity.

Look upon each other

and say the words.

Both:Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger...

I am hers...

I am his...

and she is mine...

and he is mine...

Both: ...from this dayuntil the end of my days.

Is that safe?

They're long gone.

You were right. I can get inside Summer's mind whenever I want.

Of course you can.

North of the Wall there are wildlings who can control all sorts of animals.

But you did a lotmore than that.You got inside Hodor's mind.

They can't do that north of the Wall?

No one can do that...anywhere.

When I was looking through Summer's eyes,

I saw Jon.

Where?

He was with the wildlings.

00:34:36,692 --] 00:34:38,727

They tried to kill him,

but he got away.

00:34:38,761 --] 00:34:40,395

Osha: He'll be heading back

to Castle Black, then.

00:34:40,430 --] 00:34:42,264

That's where we should go.

00:34:42,298 --] 00:34:44,666

For all we know, Castle

Black's already under attack.

00:34:44,701 --] 00:34:47,502

If this many wildlings got through--

I already told you.

00:34:47,570 --] 00:34:49,538

I'm not going

north of the Wall.

00:34:49,572 --] 00:34:52,541

Everything Jojen

told me is true.

00:34:54,477 --] 00:34:56,745

You saw what I did to Hodor.

00:34:56,779 --] 00:34:58,747

I have to find

the three-eyed raven.

00:34:58,781 --] 00:35:00,349

Listen to me, little lord.

Don't worry. I'm not asking you to come with me.

It won't be safe for Rickon.

Me? I'm coming with you.

You and Osha and Shaggydog head for the Last Hearth.

The Umbers are our bannermen. They'll protect you.

I'm coming with you.

I'm your brother.

I have to protect you.

Right now I have to protect you.

Robb's at war and I'm going beyond the Wall.

If something happens to us,you're the heir to Winterfell.

Would you know how to find the Last Hearth?

You southerners build your big castles and you never move.

You're easy to find.

We're not southerners.

And I don't want to leave you.

Shh, shh.

Come here, little soldier.

You and me, we're gonna have some adventures.

You don't have to do any of this.

( crying )

Your family took me in and was good to me when they had no cause to be.

Shh.

We'll be fine, you and me.

The Umbers are great warriors.

Even I heard about them growing up.

They'll teach you how to swing a sword.

I know how to swing a sword.

( kisses )

You're leaving now? It's the middle of the night.

I learned to walk in darkness.

Say your good-byes, little man.

Keep this one safe.

He means the world to me.

We've been waiting a long time.

Haven't we?

I don't know, you tell me.

How long does it take to sack a city?

It was just as you said.

They did not believe until it was too late.

Their slave soldiers threw down their spears and surrendered.

And Daario Naharis?

( footsteps )

The city is yours, my queen.

( music playing )

( people laughing, chatting )

They're good, aren't they?

They ought to be because they cost enough.

( laughs )

Look at the crowd there.

( Catelyn laughs )

He complained about this marriage the entire ride from Riverrun, and now look at him.

Blackfish: The gods love to reward a fool.

Uncle.

What?

He's my nephew.

I love him.

And he's a damned fool.

( chuckles )

Don't you drink, Lord Bolton?

Never do, my lady.

Dulls the senses.

That's the point.

Didn't you marry one of these Frey girls?

Lord Walder let me choose any of his granddaughters and promised me the girl's weight in silver as a dowry.

So I have a fat young bride.

( laughs )

I hope she makes you very happy.

Well, she's made me very rich.

Pardon, my lord, my lady.

I need to find a tree to piss on.

My mother's alone with Roose Bolton.

I should rescue her.

Your mother is less in need of rescue than any woman I've ever met.

Be kind.

She's finally starting to like you.

And I like her.

But if she had her way, I would be back in Volantis playing my harp and you would be sitting over there

eating blackberriesout of Roslin Frey's hand.

Perhaps I've made a terrible mistake.

( scoffs )

Striking your king is an act of treason.

No, don't.

Don't insult them.

Your Grace.

( pounding on tables )

( pounding stops )

The septon has prayed his prayers, some words were said, and Lord Edmure has wrapped my daughter

in a cloak.

But they are not yet man and wife.

A sword needs a sheath.

( guests laughing )

( laughs )

And a wedding needs a bedding.

( guests cheering )

What does my sire say?

( guests chanting )

To bed! To bed! To bed!

If you think the time is right, Lord Walder, by all means, let us bed them.

( guests cheering )

( music playing )

( chanting )

To bed! To bed! To bed!

Man:Go on!

Oh! Careful now, ladies.

Once you set that monster free, there's no caging him again.

( chanting continues )

To bed! To bed! To bed!

Poor girl.

Every bride suffers the same.

I'm sure you endured yours with grace.

Oh, Ned forbade it.

He said it wouldn't be right if he broke a man's jaw on our wedding night.

( chuckles )

That is a very strange custom.

I suppose it does seem strange from a foreigner's perspective.

It seems normal to you?

It's a tradition.

Without the bedding ceremony, there's no real proof the lord and lady consummated their marriage.

But there are other ways of providing proof.

Boy or girl?

I don't know.

But if it's a boy, I know what we should name him.

Oh, do you?

It seems to me the father should have some say in his son's naming.

Eddard.

Don't you want to teach little Ned Stark how to ride horses?

( band playing

"Rains of Castamere" )

( wolf whining )

( whines )

Go on, line 'em up!

( chatter, laughter )

( laughing )

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where are you going?

Got salt pork for the feast.

The feast is over.

Hound: Doesn't sound like it's over.

If I tell you it's over, it's over.

Turn this cart around and get the hell out of here.

Got pig's feet, too.

Are you soft in the head?

Turn this cart around.

( music stops )

Your Grace.

I feel I've been remissin my duties.

I've given you meatand wine and music,but I haven't shown youthe hospitality you deserve.

My king has marriedand I owe my new queena wedding gift.

Robb!

( gasping )

( grunts )

( screams continue )

( screaming )

( men laughing )

Stark soldier: You ready to head home to Winterfell, right?

( men laughing )

Stark soldier:Feast over yet, is it?

Aye, it's over.

( men screaming )

( wolf howling )

( banging )

( growling )

( growling )

Guard:Follow him.

Aim!

( snarling )

( growls )

( wolf whines )

( guard shouting )

( groaning )

( guards shouting )

It's too late.

( grunting )

( fighting continues )

( chuckles )

The King in the North arises.

( chuckles )

Lord Walder!

Lord Walder, enough!

Let it end!

Please.

He is my son.

My first son.

Let him go and I swear that we will forget this.

I swear it by the old gods and new.

We will take no vengeance.

You already swore me one oath right here in my castle.

You swore by all the gods your son would marry my daughter!

Catelyn: Take me for a hostage, but let Robb go.

Robb, get up.

Get up and walk out.

Please!

Please!

And why would I let him do that?

On my honor as a Tully, on my honor as a Stark, let him go or I will cut your wife's throat.

I'll find another.

Mother.

The Lannisters send their regards.

( knife pierces )

( wails )

( knife clatters )

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 03x08) - Game of Thrones Script, 3x08 - Second Sons

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Is the Wall as big as they say?

Bigger.

How much longer?

A few more days.

I found something at the Fist of the First Men.

What does it do?

Sam: I'm not sure that it does anything.

You're not supposed to be here.

If your father knew--

He said you're a traitor.

I am, child.

You must get bored down here.

I brought you something to read.

My lady, I can't read the words.

I wouldn't know where to start.

At the beginning. This word is Aegon.

Barristan: The Yunkish train bed slaves, not soldiers.

We can defeat them.

But they won't meet us on the field.

They have strong walls.

Women in our position must make the best of our circumstances.

How do I make the best of my circumstances?

I have to marry him.

I didn't ask for this marriage.

I will marry Sansa Stark and do my duty by her.

My feelings for you have not changed.

Listen to me, my lady.

I'm not your lady. I'm your whore.

You will release every slave in Yunkai.

You are mad. We have powerful friends.

Friends who would take great pleasure in destroying you.

Perhaps we'll make a slave of you as well.

( screeching )

He said he had powerful friends.

Who was he talking about?

I don't know.

Find out.

Haven't you ever wondered where your strength came from?

Your blood is noble.

I'm just a b*st*rd.

The b*st*rd of Robert of the House Baratheon.

There is power in a king's blood.

You're a liar!

You lied to Gendry, you lied to me.

Now--

Anguy, bring her back.

Man: Come back, girl!

Kick all you like, wolf girl.

Won't do you no good.

( theme music playing )

( birds chirping )

I'll give you one try, girl.

Kill me and you're free.

But if I live, I'll break both your hands.

Go on, hit me.

Hit me hard.

Sulk all you want.

The truth is, you're lucky.

You don't want to be alone out here, girl.

Someone worse than me would find you.

There's no one worse than you.

Ha, you never knew my brother.

He once killed a man for snoring.

There's plenty worse than me.

There's men who like to beat little girls, men who like to rape them.

I saved your sister from some of them.

You're lying.

Ask her, if you ever see her again.

Ask her who came back for her when the mob had her on her back.

They would have taken her every which way and left her there with her throat cut open.

Is that the Blackwater?

The Blackwater?

Where do you think I'm taking you?

Back to King's Landing to Joffrey and the queen.

f*ck Joffrey.

f*ck the queen.

That's the Red Fork.

I'm taking you to the Twins.

But why?

Because your mother and brother will be there and they'll pay me for you.

Why would they be at the Twins?

( chuckles ) Those outlaws you love so much never told you?

The whole countryside is yapping about it.

Your uncle is marrying one of the Frey girls. So quit trying to bash my skull in and we might just make it there

in time for the wedding.

( horses neighing )

Men who fight for gold have neither honor nor loyalty.

They cannot be trusted.

Jorah: They can be trusted to kill you if they're well paid.

The Yunkish are paying them well.

You know these men?

Only by the broken swords on their banners.

They're called the Second Sons.

A company led by a Braavosi named Mero, "The Titan's b*st*rd."

Is he more titan or b*st*rd?

He's a dangerous man, khaleesi.

They all are.

How many?

Barristan:

2,000, Your Grace. Armored and mounted.

Enough to make a difference?

It's hard to collect wages from a corpse.

I'm sure the sellswords prefer to fight for the winning side.

I imagine you're right.

I'd like to talk to the Titan's b*st*rd about winning.

He may not agree to meet.

He will.

A man who fights for gold can't afford to lose to a girl.

Barristan: Your Grace, allow me to present the captains of the Second Sons--

Mero of Braavos, Prendahl na Ghezn, and...Daario Naharis.

You are the Mother of Dragons?

I swear I f*cked you once in a pleasure house in Lys.

Mind your tongue.

Mero: Why?

I didn't mind hers.

She licked my ass like she was born to do it.

( laughs )

You, slave girl, bring wine.

We have no slaves here.

You'll all be slaves after the battle unless I save you.

Take your clothes off and come and sit on Mero's lap and I may give you my Second Sons.

Give me your Second Sons and I may not have you gelded.

Ser Barristan, how many men fight for the Second Sons?

Under 2,000, Your Grace.

We have more, don't we?

Barristan:

10,000 Unsullied. I'm only a young girl, new to the ways of war, but perhaps a seasoned

captain like yourself can explain to me how you propose to defeat us.

I hope the old man is better with a sword than he is with a lie.

You have 8,000 Unsullied.

You're very young to be a captain.

He's not a captain. He's a lieutenant.

Even if your numbers are right, you must admit the odds don't favor your side.

The Second Sons have faced worse odds and won.

The Second Sons have faced worse odds and run.

Or you could fight for me.

( Mero laughs )

We've taken the slavers' gold.

We fight for Yunkai.

Daenerys: I would pay you as much and more. - ( sniffs )

Our contract is our bond. If we break our bond, no one will hire the Second Sons again.

Ride with me and you'll never need another contract.

You'll have gold and castles and lordships of your choosing when I take back the Seven Kingdoms.

You have no ships. You have no siege weapons. You have no cavalry.

A fortnight ago, I had no army.

A year ago, I had no dragons.

You have two days to decide.

Show me your c**t. I want to see if it's worth fighting for.

You seem to be enjoying my wine.

Perhaps you'd like a flagon to help you ponder.

Only a flagon?

And what are my brothers in arms to drink?

A barrel, then.

Good.

The Titan's b*st*rd does not drink alone.

In the Second Sons, we share everything.

After the battle, maybe we'll all share you.

I'll come looking for you when this is over.

Ser Barristan, if it comes to battle, kill that one first.

Gladly, Your Grace.

Half Robert, half lowborn.

Show the boy to his chambers.

Have the maids draw him a bath and find him some decent clothes.

I'll come visit you soon.

What do you mean to do with him?

You know what I mean to do with him.

Then why bathe him and dress him in fine clothes?

If it needs to be done, do it. Don't torture the boy.

Have you ever slaughtered a lamb, my king?

If the lamb sees the knife, she panics.

Her panic seeps into her meat, darkens it, fouls the flavor.

You've slaughtered many lambs?

And none have seen the blade.

( door closes )

Davos:

"And tho-- and thowg...

V-v-visenya...

Targaryen...

rod-- rode

Vhagar--

Vhag--"

f*ck me.

( sighs )

"Visenya Targaryen rode Vhagar, the smallest of the dragons, though still...

large enog-- enough-- enough to swallow a horse whole."

Your Grace.

They feeding you enough?

Two meals a day.

Cold for breakfast, hot for supper. I cannot complain.

You don't belong in a place like this.

Well, it's sad to say, but I've seen worse.

Yeah.

I'm sorry about your son.

Didn't get the chance to tell you before.

Good lad. Loyal lad.

Melisandre's returned.

I didn't know she'd been gone.

Came back with a b*st*rd boy.

Robert's b*st*rd boy.

She says there's power in king's blood.

She's going to kill him.

Sacrifice him.

Forgive me, Your Grace, I'm not a learned man, but is there a difference between kill and sacrifice?

The boy is your nephew.

What of it? We're at war.

Why should I spare the son of some tavern slut Robert bedded one drunken night?

Because he has your blood in his veins.

So did Renly.

Renly wronged you.

Renly declared himself king when the throne belonged to you.

He raised an army, stole your bannermen.

This boy has done you no harm.

He's an innocent.

How many boys live in Westeros?

How many girls? How many men? How many women?

The darkness will devour them all, she says.

The night that never ends.

Unless I triumph.

I never asked for this.

No more than I asked to be king.

We do not choose our destiny, but we must do our duty, no?

Great or small, we must do our duty.

What's one b*st*rd boy against a kingdom?

Your Grace, why did you come to see me today?

I came to free you.

If you swear never to raise your hand to the Lady Melisandre again.

I swear it.

I can't swear never to speak against her.

You have little regard for your own life.

Quite little, Your Grace.

Verging on none.

You could have freed me yesterday or tomorrow, but you came to me now before this boy is put to the knife

because you knew I'd counsel restraint.

You came to hear me say it because you believe it yourself.

You're not a man who slaughters innocents for gain or glory.

When my son was five he said to me,"I don't ever want to die."

I wanted to say to him, "You won't, child. You won't ever."

I hated the idea of him lying awake in the dark, afraid.

I think mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.

I saw a vision in the flames.

A great battle in the snow.

I saw it.

And you saw whatever she gave birth to.

I never believed,but when you see the truth, when it's right there in front of you

as real as these iron bars, how can you deny her god is real?

( horse neighs )

( people chatting )

Little dragon bitch. She talks too much.

You talk too much.

She won't talk so much when she's choking on my cock.

8,000 Unsullied stand between her and your cock.

( laughs )

My cock will find a way.

Tell him. Is there any place that my cock can't reach?

She'll tell me whatever you pay her to tell me.

Daario Naharis, the whore who doesn't like whores.

I like them very much. I just refuse to pay them.

And I'm no whore, my friend.

She sells her sheath and you sell your blade.

What's the difference?

I fight for beauty.

For beauty?

We fight for gold.

The gods gave men two gifts to entertain ourselves before we die-- the thrill of f*cking a woman

who wants to be f*cked and the thrill of killing a man who wants to kill you.

You'll die young.

Prendahl: What do we do about the dragon girl?

We can't beat 8,000 Unsullied on the battlefield.

There won't be a battle. And we don't have to deal with her eunuchs.

We only have to deal with her.

She's well guarded.

Mero: Tonight's a new moon.

One of us slips into her camp past her Unsullied and her knights.

Which one of us?

Close your eyes, love.

Three coins.

A coin from Meereen, a coin from Volantis, and a coin from Braavos.

The Braavosi does the deed.

One for each of us, darling.

No peeking.

Do you hear me?

Follow my voice. I'm right here.

You have something for me?

Valar morghulis.

( knock at door )

( sighs )

Lady Sansa.

You look very handsome, my lord.

Oh, yes.

The husband of your dreams.

But you do look glorious.

Perhaps we could have a moment alone.

Do you mind?

Podrick, could you escort Lady Stark's handmaiden?

My lady, I want you to know I didn't ask for this.

I hope I will not disappoint you, my lord.

No, don't.

You don't have to speak to me as a prisoner anymore.

You won't be a prisoner after today.

You'll be my wife.

I suppose that's a different kind of prison.

I just wanted to say--

I'm just trying to say very badly--

I just-- just want to say I know how you feel.

I doubt that very much, my lord.

You're right.

I have no idea how you feel.

And you have no idea how I feel.

But I promise you one thing, my lady.

I won't ever hurt you.

Do you drink wine?

When I have to.

Well, today you have to.

Margaery: You look radiant, Your Grace.

Radiant? Why radiant?

It's the word that came to mind.

( chuckles )

We're going to be sisters soon.

We should be friends.

You're a musical girl, aren't you?

I imagine you have a lovely voice.

A better dancer than a singer, I'm afraid.

Ah, but you know the song "The Rains of Castamere"?

Of course. They play it so often here at court.

So you know the story of House Reyne of Castamere?

Not as well as you, I'm sure.

House Reyne was a powerful family.

Very wealthy.

The second wealthiest in Westeros.

Aren't the Tyrells the second wealthiest family in Westeros now?

Of course, ambitious climbers don't want to stop on the second highest rung.

If only you could take that final step, you'd see further than all the rest.

You'd be alone with nothing but blue sky above you.

So Lord Reyne built a castle as grand as Casterly Rock. He gave his wife diamonds larger than any

my mother ever wore. And finally one day, he rebelled against my father.

Do you know where House Reyne is now?

Gone.

Gone.

A gentle word.

Why not say slaughtered?

Every man, woman, and child put to the sword.

I remember seeing their bodies hanging high above the gates of Casterly Rock.

My father let them rot up there all summer.

It was a long summer.

"And now the rains weep o'er their halls, and not a soul to hear."

If you ever call me sister again, I'll have you strangled in your sleep.

( doors open )

What are you doing?

Your father's gone.

As the father of the realm, it is my duty to give you away to your husband.

You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.

( light laughter )

( snickers )

( laughter )

( laughter stops )

Could you...

Thank you.

Your Grace, Your Grace, my lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men

to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.

Have you ever seen one like it?

I've never seen anything like any of this.

Not in my life.

It's shocking, isn't it, the first time you encounter real wealth?

When I was your age, I lived on one bowl of stew a day. And stew is a kind word for it.

In Flea Bottom we called them bowls of brown. We'd pretend that the meat in them was chicken.

We knew it wasn't chicken.

( liquid pouring )

Here, taste this.

You think I'm trying to poison you?

That's good.

That's really good.

Where do you think it's from?

I couldn't even guess.

Doesn't matter, does it?

It's the real thing or it's not.

You only need a tongue to tell the difference.

Go on, have some more.

You still don't trust it.

You think this is all a mistake and that you'll have to pay somehow for every bite you take.

That thought had crossed my mind, yeah.

There are no mistakes.

Not for us.

I'm a mistake.

I'm only here because my father grabbed my mother instead of the girl next to her in the tavern.

Your father chose your mother because the Lord of Light willed it.

He willed it so you could be here right now with a power inside you you can't even begin to understand.

And He brought me here to draw it from you and birth it into the world.

We're both a part of His plan.

He wants this for us.

No, He demands this of us.

I don't understand.

This-- this doesn't seem very religious.

According to whom?

The Silent Sisters?

With their stern looks, muzzled mouths, and dried-up c**ts?

What have their gods done for you?

When you pray to them, what's their answer?

A god is real or he's not.

You only need eyes to see.

Death is coming for everyone and everything.

A darkness that will swallow the dawn.

And we can stop it, you and I.

( breathing heavily )

Let me show you what you have inside you.

Come fight death with me.

( both moaning )

What are you doing?

You have to trust me.

What--?

Get it away.

Get it off me.

Don't fight, don't fight. They won't take much.

Why are you doing this?

I told you there's power in the blood of kings.

And you have so much blood.

No. No, no, no, no!

Not there. Not there!

You can blame Ser Davos.

He didn't believe in the power of king's blood.

He wanted a demonstration.

Gendry: Please. Please, Your Grace.

My lord!

( cries out )

The usurper Robb Stark.

The usurper Balon Greyjoy.

The usurper Joffrey Baratheon.

( music playing )

( people chatting )

So their son will be your nephew.

After you're wed to Cersei, of course.

And you will be the king's stepfather and brother-in-law.

When you marry the king, Joffrey's mother will become his sister-in-law and your son

will be Loras' nephew?

Grandson? I'm not sure.

But your brother will become your father-in-law.

That much is beyond dispute.

( snorts )

Will you pardon me, my lord?

Of course. Of course. En-- enjoy.

Perhaps you could talk to your bride-to-be instead.

I've got a lifetime for that.

Stay. You seem rather drunk. Rather less than I plan to be.

Isn't it a man's duty to be drunk at his own wedding?

Tywin: This isn't about your wedding.

Renly Baratheon had a wedding.

Your wife needs a child, a Lannister child, as soon as possible.

If you're going to give her one, you need to perform.

What did you once call me?

A drunken little lust-filled beast.

More than once.

There you have it.

Nothing to worry about. Drinking and lust, no man can match me in these things.

I am the god of tits and wine. I shall build a shrine to myself at the next brothel I visit.

You can drink, you can joke, you can engage in juvenile attempts to make your father uncomfortable,

but you will do your duty.

Well...

My father once told me--

Nobody cares what your father once told you.

Congratulations, my lady.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Well, you've done it. You've married a Lannister. Soon you'll have a Lannister baby.

It's a dream come true for you, isn't it? What a glorious day.

Yes, Your Grace.

I suppose it doesn't really matter which Lannister puts the baby into you.

Maybe I'll pay you a visit tonight after my uncle passes out.

How'd you like that?

You wouldn't?

That's all right. Ser Meryn and Ser Boros will hold you down.

( claps )

Time for the bedding ceremony.

( cheering )

There will be no bedding ceremony.

Where's your respect for tradition, Uncle?

Come, everyone.

Pick her up and carry her to her wedding bed.

Get rid of her gown. She won't be needing it any longer.

Ladies, attend to my uncle. He's not heavy.

There will be no bedding ceremony.

There will be if I command it.

Then you'll be f*cking your own bride with a wooden cock.

What did you say?

What did you say?!

I believe we can dispense with the bedding, Your Grace.

I'm sure Tyrion did not mean to threaten the king.

( laughs )

A bad joke, Your Grace.

Made out of envy of your own royal manhood.

Mine is so small.

My poor wife won't even know I'm there.

Your uncle is clearly quite drunk, Your Grace.

Tyrion: I am.

Guilty.

But-- but it is my wedding night.

My tiny drunk cock and I have a job to do. Come, wife.

I vomited on a girl once in the middle of the act. Not proud of it.

But I think honesty is important between a man and wife, don't you agree?

Come, I'll tell you all about it. Put you in the mood.

Is that wise, my lord?

Tyrion, Sansa.

My name is Tyrion.

Is that wise, Tyrion?

Nothing was ever wiser.

Astoundingly long.

What?

Neck. You have one.

How old are you exactly?

Well, talk won't make you any older.

My lord father has commanded me to consummate this marriage.

Stop.

I can't.

I could, I won't.

But your father--

If my father wants someone to get f*cked, I know where he can start.

I won't share your bed. Not until you want me to.

What if I never want you to?

And so my watch begins.

( thuds )

( horse neighs )

( chatter )

Yes, Your Grace.

How can anyone speak 19 languages?

It only took Your Grace a year to learn Dothraki reasonably well.

Yes, well, it was either learn Dothraki or grunt at my husband and hope--

what do you mean reasonably well?

Dothraki is difficult for the mouth to master.

So guttural and harsh.

Athjahakar.

Athjahaka.

Ath-ja-hakar.

Athjahakar.

Well, I suppose I'm a bit out of practice.

Your High Valyrian is very good, Your Grace.

The gods could not devise a more perfect tongue.

It is the only proper language for poetry.

( Missandei gasps )

No screaming or she dies.

What do you want?

Let her go.

Don't scream, lovely girl.

You were sent here to kill me?

( chuckles )

So why haven't you?

I don't want to.

What do your captains have to say about that?

You should ask them.

We had philosophical differences.

Over what?

Your beauty.

It meant more to me than it did to them.

You're a strange man.

I'm the simplest man you'll ever meet.

I only do what I want to do.

And this is supposed to impress me?

Why would I trust a man who murders his comrades?

They ordered me to murder you.

I told them I preferred not to.

They told me I had no choice.

I told them I am Daario Naharis.

I always have a choice.

They drew their swords and I drew mine.

Will you fight for me?

Swear to me.

The Second Sons are yours and so is Daario Naharis.

My sword is yours, my life is yours, my heart is yours.

( door opens )

( door closes )

You really ought to knock.

I brought your breakfast.

( door opens, closes )

( wind howling )

( baby fusses )

( cawing )

It's getting dark.

We could stay here for the night.

( baby fussing )

( caws )

( wind howling )

( stones clacking )

How hard can it be to build a fire?

It doesn't matter.

Come under the furs. We can keep each other warm.

( baby fusses )

He winked at me before.

I doubt it.

I saw him wink at me.

He blinked.

I suppose it's a rather philosophical difference between a wink and a blink.

A what?

Well, I mean, there's no real difference.

A wink is on purpose.

You thought of a name yet?

It would be easier to refer to him if he had a name.

Sometimes do you talk fancy on purpose to confuse me?

What? No.

This is just the way I talk.

I'll build that fire.

Don't you think he should have a name?

I don't know many boys' names.

Let's see, there's Duncan,

Kevan, Jon...

( stones clacking )

Guymon, Feldan, Tristifer. Craster.

Uh, yes.

Maybe that's not--

Mormont.

That's a lovely idea, but Mormont's a last name.

Why is it a last name?

Well, it's a family name.

For instance, I'm Samwell Tarly.

Samwell is my birth name and Tarly is my family name.

You see? So my father is also a Tarly.

His name is Samwell Tarly, too?

No, Randyll Tarly.

Randyll is a handsome name.

Please don't name him Randyll.

Is your father cruel like mine?

( crows cawing )

Different manner of cruel.

Not Randyll, then.

( crows cawing loudly )

Don't.

Don't go out there.

I'll be back.

I just want to look.

( loud cawing continues )

Go inside.

Go back inside. I'll--

( screeching )

( cawing stops )

( chittering )

It's come for the baby.

Stay back!

You stay back!

( baby crying )

No, you can't have him! No!

( shouting )

( screams )

( roaring )

( screeching )

( crows cawing )

( both panting )

( cawing )

왕좌의 게임 영어 대본(시즌 03x07) - Game of Thrones Script, 3x07 - The Bear and the Maiden Fair

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Lothar: Our father has instructed us to tell you that his alliance with the North can continue

if his terms are met.

Lord Frey requires Lord Edmure to wed one of his daughters.

It's hard to say which of the four of us is getting the worst of this arrangement.

Probably Sansa.

Though Loras will certainly come to know a deep and singular misery.

Cersei: Who's going to tell her?

Good afternoon, Lord Tyrion.

I was just trying on a gown for King Joffrey's wedding.

Yes, it should be quite a wedding.

Roose: I will allow you to go to King's Landing as restitution for the mistakes my soldiers made.

And you will swear to tell your father that I had nothing to do with your maiming.

My lady.

She won't be going with you.

Let's play a game.

Which body part do you need the least?

( screaming )

How many times has the Lord brought him back? - Six.

He sent you to us for a reason.

You have someone He needs.

You told me I could be one of you.

You told me this was a brotherhood.

You will make kings rise and fall.

The visions take their toll.

He's having one now?

I saw Jon Snow.

At Castle Black?

He was on the wrong side of the Wall, surrounded by enemies.

( wind howling )

( both grunting )

( theme music playing )

3x07 The Bear and the Maiden Fair

( screeches )

Ygritte: How far are we?

About a week, I think.

You think? You don't know?

Jon: When we went to Castle Black, we took the kingsroad.

( scoffs ) You and your roads.

Is that how you lot do your fighting?

You march down the road banging drums and waving banners?

Most of the time, yes.

How do the men holding the banners fight?

They don't, really.

It's a great honor to carry your house sigil.

And the drummers-- is that a great honor, too?

Usually it's the young boys banging the drums.

So what good are they?

They help the men march.

Well, it's-- it's the rhythm.

Oh, you mean right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot?

You need help remembering that?

When Mance gives the signal and we hit Castle Black, we won't be banging on drums to let them know we're coming.

No, you're just gonna light the biggest fire the North has ever seen to let them know you're coming.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Orell: She's right, you don't.

I know you cut me loose on the Wall.

Cut her loose, too.

Do you see her sulking about it?

That's because she understands the way things are.

And are you gonna share it with me?

The deep wisdom you found inside the head of a bird?

People work together when it suits them.

They're loyal when it suits them.

They love each other when it suits them.

And they kill each other when it suits them.

She knows that, you don't.

Which is why you'll never hold onto her.

( thunder rumbling )

That rain will cost us another day.

Frey will wait. He knows we're coming.

Lord Walder is prickly by nature.

Prickly? That what you call it?

Might be the least pleasant man I've ever met.

Yes, and that is why--

I've seen wet sh1ts

I liked better than Walder Frey.

Apologies, Your Grace.

Spent too many years around lancers and pikemen.

I've spent the last two years nursing wounded men, watching them bleed and die.

I'm not afraid of wet sh1ts.

( laughs )

Lord Frey will take this delay as a slight.

He can take it as he likes.

He's getting the wedding he wanted.

He's getting a wedding.

It was a king he wanted.

Robb: Edmure is the best match a Frey has had in the history of their house.

We should all get some sleep.

( heavy breathing )

If you don't put some clothes on, I can't promise I won't attack you again.

Attack. Attack.

Who are you writing?

My mother.

Is that Valyrian?

Gaaa.

Gaaa?

( sighs )

Say hello for me.

Rytsas.

"Ritsas."

( laughs )

That was close enough.

Does she know her daughter's a queen?

Not yet.

That will be a surprise, I expect.

Many surprises for her.

How am I supposed to sit here planning a war when you're over there looking like that?

Will you come with me one day to Volantis?

When all this is over?

I will.

I promise.

I know she'd love to meet you.

And her grandchild.

What, now?

Are you certain?

Are you angry with me?

Angry?

You're my queen.

And I have your little prince or princess inside me.

Maybe one of each.

Don't get greedy.

( laughing )

Can you leave the war for one night?

I love you.

Do you hear me?

I love you.

( thunder rumbles )

Tormund: Most men f*ck like dogs.

( grunting )

No grace, no skill.

A few dozen thrusts and done.

You need to be patient. Give her time.

Your cock shouldn't go near her till she's slick as a baby seal. And then you go inside, but slowly.

Don't jam it in like you're spearing a pig.

( laughs )

Come on!

( laughs )

Hey, come on.

Orell: You think he loves you, is that it?

What did he tell you? He's gonna make you his lady and live with you in some castle?

No, he didn't tell me anything. He barely talks.

I've seen you two whispering in the night, giggling like a pair of girls.

What, you're jealous?

Of course I'm jealous.

You should be with one of your own.

And you're one of my own?

I've never heard a kind word from your mouth.

You would if you were mine.

I'd tell you that you're beautiful and fierce and wild. I'd be good to you. You love him?

'Cause he's pretty? Is that it? You like his pretty hair and his pretty eyes?

You think pretty is gonna make you happy?

Don't touch me.

You won't love him so much when you find out what he really is.

Growing up at Winterfell, all I ever wanted was to escape, to come here to the capital.

See the southern knights and their painted armor and King's Landing after dark-- all the candles burning

in all those windows. I'm stupid.

A stupid little girl with stupid dreams who never learns.

Come on. Come walk with me.

I remember the first time I saw you in the throne room.

I'd never seen anyone who looked so unhappy.

I want very much for you to be happy, Sansa, and so does my grandmother.

You would have been happy at Highgarden.

But women in our position must make the best of our circumstances.

How do I make the best of my circumstances?

I have to marry him.

Has Lord Tyrion mistreated you?

Has he been kind to you?

He's tried.

You don't want him, though.

He's a Lannister.

Far from the worst Lannister, wouldn't you say?

I'm sorry.

Here I am complaining to you...

My son will be king.

Sons learn from their mothers.

I plan to teach mine a great deal.

And your son, if I'm not mistaken, your son might be the Lord of Casterly Rock and the North someday.

What?

My son...

with him.

I'll have to--

we'll have to--

If it's the pain you're worried about--

I'm not afraid of the pain.

Not after what Joffrey's done to me.

What is it, then?

He's rather good-looking even with the scar.

Especially with the scar.

He's a dwarf.

And Loras--

Loras.

Some women like tall men. Some like short men.

Some like hairy men. Some like bald men.

Gentle men, rough men, ugly men, pretty men, pretty girls.

Most women don't know what they like until they've tried it.

And, sadly, so many of us get to try so little before we're old and gray.

Tyrion may surprise you.

From what I've heard, he's quite experienced.

And that's a good thing?

It can be.

We're very complicated, you know.

Pleasing us takes practice.

How do you know all this?

Did your mother teach you?

Yes, sweet girl. My mother taught me.

Tyrion: She's a child.

Bronn: She's a foot taller than you.

A tall child.

What's the youngest you've ever had?

Not that young.

How much older?

Older.

You're a lord, she's a lady.

And a beauty at that.

I don't see the problem.

Shae isn't going to like it.

Shae is a whore.

Are you gonna marry her? Eh?

How did marrying a whore work out for you the first time?

I should never have told you about that.

You want Shae, keep her. Wed one and bed the other.

All you have to do is get a son in the Stark girl.

He'll be Lord of Winterfell one day.

You can rule the North in his name.

You'll have two women and a whole kingdom of your own.

Two women to despise me and a whole kingdom to join them.

You waste time trying to get people to love you, you'll end up the most popular dead man in town.

( chuckling )

You want to f*ck that Stark girl.

You just don't want to admit it.

I don't pay you to put evil notions in my head.

The ones already there don't need company.

You pay me to kill people who bother you.

Evil notions come free.

( doors close )

Your Grace.

Grandfather.

You wanted to speak to me?

I'd like a report on the meetings of my small council.

You're welcome to attend the meetings of your small council, Your Grace.

Any or all of them.

I've been very busy.

Many important matters require a king's attention.

Of course.

You've been holding the council meetings in the Tower of the Hand instead of the small council chamber.

I have, yes.

May I ask why?

The Tower of the Hand is where I work.

To walk from there to here would take time, time I could otherwise spend productively.

So if I wanted to attend a council meeting, I would now have to climb all the stairs in the Tower of the Hand?

We could arrange to have you carried.

Tell me about the Targaryen girl in the east and her dragons.

Where did you hear about this?

Is it true?

Apparently so.

Don't you think we ought to do something about it?

When I was Hand of the King under your father's predecessor, the skulls of all the Targaryen dragons

were kept in this room.

The skull of the last of them was right here.

It was the size of an apple.

And the biggest was the size of a carriage.

Yes, and the creature to whom it belonged died 300 years ago.

Curiosities on the far side of the world are no threat to us.

But how do we know these dragons are just curiosities and not the beasts that brought the whole world to heel?

Because we have been told as much by the many experts who serve the realm by counseling the king on matters about which he knows nothing.

But I haven't been counseled.

You are being counseled at this very moment.

I should be consulted about such things.

From now on, I will see to it that you are appropriately consulted on important matters whenever necessary.

Your Grace.

Yunkai.

The Yellow City.

Barristan: The Yunkish train bed slaves, not soldiers.

We can defeat them.

On the field, with ease.

But they won't meet us on the field.

They have provisions, patience, and strong walls.

If they're wise, they'll hide behind those walls and chip away at us, man by man.

I don't want half my army killed before I've crossed the Narrow Sea.

We don't need Yunkai, khaleesi.

Taking this city will not bring you any closer to Westeros or the Iron Throne.

How many slaves are there in Yunkai?

200,000, if not more.

Then we have 200,000 reasons to take the city.

( drum beating )

( drumming stops )

Now comes the noble Razdal mo Eraz of that ancient and honorable house, master of men and speaker to savages,

to offer terms of peace.

( dragons screech )

Noble lord, you are in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons.

You may approach.

Will the noble lord take refreshment?

Ancient and glorious is Yunkai.

Our empire was old before dragons stirred in old Valyria.

Many an army has broken against our walls.

You shall find no easy conquest here, khaleesi.

( screeching )

Good. My Unsullied need practice.

I was told to blood them early.

If blood is your desire, blood shall flow.

But why?

'Tis true you have committed savageries in Astapor.

But the Yunkai are a forgiving and generous people.

The wise masters of Yunkai have sent a gift for the silver queen.

There is far more than this awaiting you on the deck of your ship.

My ship?

Yes, khaleesi.

As I said, we are a generous people.

You shall have as many ships as you require.

And what do you ask in return?

All we ask is that you make use of these ships. Sail them back to Westeros where you belong and leave us to conduct our affairs in peace.

I have a gift for you as well.

Your life.

My life?

And the lives of your wise masters.

But I also want something in return. You will release every slave in Yunkai. Every man, woman, and child

shall be given as much food, clothing, and property as they can carry as payment for their years of servitude. Reject this gift, and I shall show you no mercy.

You are mad.

We are not Astapor or Qarth.

We are Yunkai and we have powerful friends.

Friends who would take great pleasure in destroying you.

Those who survive, we shall enslave once more.

Perhaps we'll make a slave of you as well.

( screeching )

You swore me safe conduct.

I did, but my dragons made no promises. And you threatened their mother.

Take the gold.

( screeching )

My gold. You gave it to me, remember?

And I shall put it to good use.

You'd be wise to do the same with my gift to you.

Now get out.

( speaking Valyrian )

The Yunkish are a proud people.

They will not bend.

And what happens to things that don't bend?

He said he had powerful friends.

Who was he talking about?

I don't know.

Find out.

( screeches )

( purring )

Chains?

Solid gold from the mines outside Lannisport.

Smithed in Casterly Rock.

Golden chains.

You could buy a ship with these.

Do I need a ship?

What?

Am I going somewhere?

Of course you're not going anywhere.

So, am I invited to your wedding?

I didn't ask for this marriage.

I didn't want it.

She's a beautiful girl. You said so yourself.

That doesn't mean that-- this is duty, not desire.

Is that what you will tell yourself when you f*ck her?

I don't have a choice.

My father-- Does not rule the world.

We can still go across the Narrow Sea.

What would I do there?

Juggle?

I am a Lannister of Casterly Rock.

And I'm Shae the funny whore.

My feelings for you have not changed.

I will marry Sansa Stark and do my duty by her.

While I empty her chamber pot and lick your cock when you're bored?

I swear to you it will not be like that.

What will it be like?

I will buy you a good home somewhere in the city.

You will have fine clothes, guards to keep you safe, servants.

Any children we might have will be well provided for.

Children?

You think I want children who can never see their father?

Who would be killed in their sleep if their grandfather found out about them?

Listen.