왕좌의 게임 대본(시즌 1-5) - Game of Thrones Script, Season 1-5 The Wolf and The Lion
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King's Landing, Ned Stark arrives at the grounds where the Tourney
of the Hand will take place. He
enters a tent where Ser Hugh (deceased) is being tended to, he enters to speak
with Barristan.
Eddard Stark: Does Ser
Hugh have any family in the capital?
Barristan Selmy: No. I
stood vigil for him myself last night. He had no one else.
Eddard Stark: He'd
never worn this armor before.
Barristan Selmy: Bad
luck for him... Going against the Mountain.
Eddard Stark: Who
determines the draw?
Barristan Selmy: All the knights draw straws,
Lord Stark.
Eddard Stark: Aye... But
who holds the straws? You've done good work, Sisters.
Ned and Barristan both exit the tent and begin walking.
Barristan Selmy: Life is strange. Not so many
years ago we fought as enemies at the Trident.
Eddard Stark: I'm glad we
never met on the field, Ser Barristan... as is my wife. I don't think the
widow's life would suit her.
Barristan Selmy: You're
too modest. I've seen you cut down a dozen great knights.
Eddard Stark: My father
once told me you were the best he'd ever seen. I never knew the man to be wrong
about matters of combat.
Barristan Selmy: He was a fine man, your father.
What the Mad King did to him was a terrible crime.
Eddard Stark: And
that lad... He was a squire until a few months ago. How could he afford a new
suit of armor?
Barristan Selmy: Perhaps
Lord Arryn left him some money? I hear the King wants to joust today.
Eddard Stark: Yes.
That will never happen.
Barristan Selmy: Robert
tends to do what he wants.
Eddard Stark: If
the King got what he wanted all the time, we'd still be fighting a damned
rebellion.
Ned separates from Barristan and enters King Robert’s tent.
Lancel, Robert’s squire, is attempting to dress him in his armor.
Lancel Lannister: It's made too small, Your
Grace. It won't go.
Robert Baratheon: Your
mother was a dumb whore with a fat arse. Did you know that? Look at this idiot!
One ball and no brains. He can't even put a man's armor on him properly.
Eddard Stark: You're too
fat for your armor.
Robert Baratheon: Fat?
Fat, is it? Is that how you speak to your King? That was funny, is it?
Both Robert and Ned begin laughing. Lancel also starts to laugh.
Robert Baratheon: Oh,
it’s funny, is it?
Lancel Lannister: No,
Your Grace.
Robert Baratheon: No?
You don't like the Hand's joke?
Eddard Stark: You're
torturing the poor boy.
Robert Baratheon: You
heard the Hand. The King's too fat for his armor! Go find the breastplate
stretcher, now!
Lancel runs out of the tent.
Eddard Stark: The
breastplate stretcher?
Robert Baratheon: How
long before he figures it out?
Eddard Stark: Maybe
you should have one invented.
Robert Baratheon: All
right, all right. But you watch me out there. I still know how to point a
lance.
Eddard Stark: You
have no business jousting. Leave that for the young men.
Robert Baratheon: Why?
Because I'm king?Piss on that. I want to hit somebody!
Eddard Stark: And
who's going to hit you back?
Robert Baratheon: Anybody
who can. And the last man in his saddle... will be you!
Eddard Stark:There's not a man in the Seven Kingdoms
would risk hurting you.
Robert Baratheon: Are
you telling me those cowards would let me win?
Eddard Stark: Aye.
Robert Baratheon: … Drink.
Eddard Stark: I'm not
thirsty.
Robert Baratheon: Drink.
Your King commands it. Gods! Too fat for my armor.
Eddard Stark: Your
squire... A Lannister boy?
Robert Baratheon: Hmm...
A bloody idiot... But Cersei insisted. I have Jon Arryn to thank for her.
"Cersei Lannister will make a good match", he told me. "You'll
need her father on your side." I thought being King meant I could do
whatever I wanted. Enough of this! Let's go watch 'em ride. At least I can
smell someone else's blood.
Eddard Stark: Robert?
Robert Baratheon: What?
Oh! An inspiring sight for the people, eh? Come! Bow before your King! Bow, you
shits!
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Now at the jousting track where there are lots of onlookers,
cheering. SerGregor bows before the King before he and his horse take off down
one lane of the track.
Eddard Stark: Where's Arya
Sansa Stark: At her
dancing lessons. The Knight of the Flowers.
Sansa Stark: Thank you,
Ser Loras.
After bowing to Sansa, Loras
exchanges looks with Renly Baratheon. Loras
then rides and bows before the King, also taking off down the opposite track.
Sansa Stark: Don't
let SerGregor hurt him.
Eddard Stark: Hey.
Sansa Stark: I
can't watch.
Behind Ned and Sansa.
Petyr Baelish: 100
gold dragons on the Mountain.
Renly Baratheon: I'll
take that bet.
Petyr Baelish: Now
what will I buy with 100 gold dragons? A dozen barrels of Dornish wine? Or a
girl from the pleasure houses of Lys?
Renly Baratheon: Or
you could even buy a friend.
Sansa Stark: He's
going to die.
Eddard Stark: SerLoras
rides well.
A trumpet is heard and both competitors race down their lanes.
Loras knocks SerGregor off of his mount.
Renly Baratheon: Such
a shame, Littlefinger. It would have been so nice for you to have a friend.
Petyr Baelish: And tell me, Lord Renly, when
will you be having your friend?
Petyr Baelish: Loras
knew his mare was in heat. Quite crafty, really.
Sansa Stark: SerLoras
would never do that! There's no honor in tricks.
Petyr Baelish: No
honor but quite a bit of gold.
Gregor gets up off of the ground, shouts for his sword. His squire
brings it to him and then Gregor severs his horse’s head completely off. The
crowd is stunned, Gregor then attacks Loras. Knocking him off of his horse and
striking him with his sword. Sandor, the Hound, runs down from the stands and
fends off his brother.
Robert Baratheon: Stop this madness in the name
of your King!
Sandor takes a bow and Gregor storms off. Loras walks up to
Sandor, raising his hand in victory.
Loras Tyrell: I owe you my life, Ser.
Sandor Clegane: I'm no
Ser.
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Stopping for rest, presumed on the Kingsroad on their way to
Winterfell.
Catelyn Stark: Remove
his hood.
Marillion: On
that eve, the captive Imp down-wards from his horse did limp, no more would he
preen and primp, in garb of red and gold. (singing)
Tyrion Lannister: This
isn't the Kingsroad. You said we were riding for Winterfell.
Catelyn Stark: I
did... often and loudly.
Tyrion Lannister: Very
wise. They'll be out in droves, looking for me in the wrong place. Word's
probably gotten to my father by now. He'll be offering a handsome reward.
Everyone knows a Lannister always pays his debts. Would you be so good as to
untie me?
Catelyn Stark: And
why would I do that?
Tyrion Lannister: Why
not? Am I going to run? The hill tribes would kill me for my boots. Unless a
Shadowcat ate me first.
Catelyn Stark: Shadowcats
and hill tribes are the least of your concerns.
Tyrion Lannister: Ah...
the Eastern Road. We're going to The Vale. You're taking me to your sister's to
answer for my imagined crimes. Tell me, Lady Stark. When was the last time you
saw your sister?
Catelyn Stark: Five
years ago.
Tyrion Lannister: She's
changed. She was always a bit touched, but now... you might as well kill me
here.
Catelyn Stark: I
am not a murderer, Lannister.
Tyrion Lannister: Neither
am I! I had nothing to do with the attempt on your son's life!
Catelyn Stark: The
dagger found
Tyrion Lannister: What
sort of imbecile arms an assassin with his own blade?
Rodrik Cassel: Should
I gag him?
Tyrion Lannister: Why?
Am I starting to make sense?
Rodrik Cassel: My
Lady, this way.
A rock slams into one of Catelyn’s men, a hill tribe begins to
attack. Rodrik moves Catelyn behind a rock, out of harms way. The men, mainly
Bronn begin successfully defending against the tribe. Tyrion sees Catelyn pull
out a small dagger, he runs over to her and convinces her to cut him loose.
Tyrion Lannister: Untie
me. If I die, what's the point?
Tyrion, now loose, runs over and picks up a shield. He fends off
an attack as another of Lady Stark’s men kills him. Another tribesman is
nearing Catelyn, Tyrion rushes over with his shield, knocks him to the ground
and begins slamming it into his throat, directly in front of, and in defense of
Catelyn. The battle comes to an
end with many of their men defeated.
Catelyn Stark: Rodrik?
Rodrik Cassel: I'll
be fine, my Lady. There's no need to bloody yourself.
Bronn: Your first? You need a woman. Nothing like a woman after a fight.
Tyrion Lannister: Well,
I'm willing if she is.
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Back at Winterfell, MaesterLuwin and Bran are at a small table,
Luwin trying to teach Bran. Bran is fixed on watching Theon as he is practicing
his archery.
MaesterLuwin: Bran...
Bran Stark: The Iron
Islands. Sigil - a Kraken. Words - "We do not sow".
Maester Luwin: Lords?
Bran Stark: The Greyjoys.
Theon Greyjoy: Famed for
their skills at archery, navigation and lovemaking.
Maester Luwin: And failed
rebellions.
Bran Stark: Sigil
- a stag. - A crowned stag now that Robert's King.
MaesterLuwin: Good.
Bran Stark: Words
- "Ours is the fury". Lords - the Baratheons.
MaesterLuwin::Mhmm.
Bran Stark: The
Westerlands - sigil - a lion.
MaesterLuwin: Hmm...
Bran Stark: Words
- "A Lannister always pays his debts."
MaesterLuwin: No.
A common saying, but not their official motto.
Bran Stark: Lords
- the Lannisters.
MaesterLuwin: We're
still on their words.
Bran Stark: I
don't know them.
MaesterLuwin: You
do know them. Think.
Bran Stark: "Unbowed,
unbent, unbroken".
MaesterLuwin:That's House Martell.
Bran Stark: "Righteous
in wrath".
MaesterLuwin: House
Hornwood.
Bran Stark: "Family,
duty, honor".
MaesterLuwin:Those are Tully words... Your mother's.
Are we playing a game?
Bran Stark: "Family,
duty, honor"... Is that the right order?
MaesterLuwin:You know it is.
Bran Stark: Family
comes first?
MaesterLuwin: Your
mother had to leave Winterfell to protect the family.
Bran Stark: How
can she protect the family, if she's not with her family?
MaesterLuwin: Your
mother sat by your bed for three weeks while you slept.
Bran Stark: And
then she left!
MaesterLuwin: When
you were born, I was the one who pulled you from your mother. I placed you in
her arms. From that moment until the moment she dies, she will love you.
Absolutely.Fiercely.
Bran Stark: Why
did she leave?
MaesterLuwin: I
still can't tell you, but she will be home soon.
Bran Stark: Do
you know where she is now? Today?
MaesterLuwin:No, I don't.
Bran Stark: Then
how can you promise me she'll be home soon?
MaesterLuwin: Sometimes
I worry you're too smart for your own good.
Bran Stark: I'll never shoot another arrow.
Maester Luwin: And where
is that written?
Bran Stark: You need legs
to work a bow.
Maester Luwin: Hmm... If
the saddle Lord Tyrion designed actually works, you could learn to shoot a bow
from horseback.
Bran Stark: Really?
Maester Luwin: Dothraki
boys learn when they're four years old. Why shouldn't you?
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Now in Theon’s quarters inside Winterfell, he’s making love to
Ros.
Theon Greyjoy: Shh...
Keep it down. You're not supposed to be inside the castle walls.
They break.
Ros: I
thought you were supposed to be an important person around here.
Theon Greyjoy: Important
enough for the likes of you.
Ros: You're
not the only nobleman in my life, you know.
Theon Greyjoy: Who?
the Imp? I'd call him half a nobleman.
Ros: Jealous?
Theon Greyjoy: Why
should I be jealous?
Theon Greyjoy: Anyone
with a few coppers in his pocket can own you for the night. What's a dwarf like
down below? I've always wondered.
Ros: Might
surprise you.
Theon Greyjoy: Hmm?
Ros: He's
good with his fingers too. And his tongue.
Theon Greyjoy: Generous
tipper. I guess gold is cheap for a Lannister.
Ros: You
are jealous.
Theon Greyjoy: I'm
a Greyjoy. We've been Lords of the Iron Islands for 300 years. There's not a
family in Westeros that can look down on us, not even the Lannisters.
Ros: And
what about the Starks?
Theon Greyjoy: I’ve
been Lord Stark’s ward since I was eight years old.
Ros: A
“ward”, that’s a nice word for it. Your father rebelled against King Robert and
if he does it again…
Theon grabs Ros’ neck from behind.
Theon Greyjoy: My
father fought for the freedom of his people! What did your father do? Fucked a
cook and whelped a whore.
Ros: You’re
a very serious boy.
Theon Greyjoy: I’m
not a boy.
Ros: Oh,
yes you are. A serious boy, with a serious cock.
Theon Greyjoy: I
don’t want to pay for it.
Ros: Then
get yourself a wife.
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Arya, at King’s Landing is running through the halls chasing a
cat. She’s seen running down a hallway.
Arya Stark: Come
on. I'm not gonna hurt you.
Ned is in his chambers at his desk, Varys is speaking to him,
walking around securing all of the windows before sitting down to talk more
seriously.
Varys: How
is your son, my Lord?
Eddard Stark: He'll
never walk again.
Varys: But
his mind is sound?
Eddard Stark: So
they say.
Varys:A blessing then. I suffered an early mutilation
myself. Some doors close forever... others open in the most unexpected places.
May I?
Varys: If
the wrong ears heard what I'm about to tell you, off comes my head. And who
would mourn poor Varys then? North or South, they sing no songs for spiders.
But there are things you must know. You are the King's Hand and the King is a
fool... your friend, I know, but a fool... and doomed unless you save him.
Eddard Stark: I've
been in the capital a month. Why have you waited so long to tell me this?
Varys: I
didn't trust you.
Eddard Stark: So
why do you trust me now?
Varys: The Queen is not the only one who has been watching you closely.
There are few men of honor in the capital. You are one of them. I would like to
believe I am another, strange as that may seem.
Eddard Stark: What
sort of doom does the King face?
Varys: The
same sort as Jon Arryn. The tears of Lys, they call it. A rare and costly
thing, as clear and tasteless as water. It leaves no trace.
Eddard Stark: Who
gave it to him?
Varys: Some
dear friend, no doubt. But which one? There were many. Lord Arryn was a kind
and trusting man. There was one boy... all he was he owed to Jon Arryn.
Eddard Stark: The
squire, Ser Hugh?
Varys: Pity
what happened to him, just when his life seemed to be going so nicely.
Eddard Stark: If Ser Hugh poisoned him, who
paid Ser Hugh?
Varys: Someone who could
afford it.
Eddard Stark: Jon
was a man of peace. He was Hand for 17 years -- 17 good years. Why kill him?
Varys: He
started asking questions.
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We shift to a dark dungeon of King’s Landing. Arya is still
chasing the cat. She stops to admire a large dragon’s skull. She hears two men
talking, and hides from them, just in earshot. The two men are Lord Varys and
Magister Illyrio Mopatis.
Varys: He's
found one bastard already. He has the book. The rest will come.
Illyrio Mopatis: And
when he knows the truth, what will he do?
Varys: The
gods alone know. The fools tried to kill his son. What's worse, they botched
it. The wolf and the lion will be at each other's throats. We will be at war
soon, my friend.
Illyrio Mopatis: What
good is war now? We're not ready. If one Hand can die, why not a second?
Varys: This
Hand is not the other.
Illyrio Mopatis: We
need time. Khal Drogo will not make his move until his son is born. You know
how these savages are.
Varys: "Delay,"
you say. "Move fast, " I reply. This is no longer a game for two
players.
Illyrio Mopatis: It
never was.
The two men leave, Varys locks a gate behind them. Arya runs to the gate and can’t get
out. She takes off in the other direction, deeper into the dungeon, to find an
exit.
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Varys enters the Throne Room, where Baelish is standing, looking
at the throne.
Varys: The
first to arrive and the last to leave. I admire your industry.
Petyr Baelish: You
do move quietly.
Varys: We
all have our qualities.
Petyr Baelish: You
look a bit lonely today. You should pay a visit to my brothel this evening.
First boy is on the house.
Varys: I
think you're mistaking business with pleasure.
Petyr Baelish: Am
I? All those birds that whisper in your ear, such pretty little things. Trust
me, we accommodate all inclinations.
Varys: Oh,
I'm sure. Lord Redwyne likes his boys very young, I hear.
Petyr Baelish: I'm
a purveyor of beauty and discretion, both equally important.
Varys: Though
I suppose beauty is a subjective quality, no? Is it true that Ser Marlon of
Tumblestone prefers amputees?
Petyr Baelish: All
desires are valid to a man with a full purse.
Varys: And
I heard the most awful rumor about a certain lord with a taste for fresh
cadavers. Must be enormously difficult to accommodate that inclination. The
logistics alone... to find beautiful corpses before they rot.
Petyr Baelish: Strictly
speaking, such a thing would not be in accordance with the King's laws.
Varys: Strictly
speaking.
Petyr Baelish: Tell
me. Does someone, somewhere, keep your balls in a little box? I've often
wondered.
Varys: Do
you know, I have no idea where they are? And we had been so close. But enough
about me. How have you been since we last saw each other?
Petyr Baelish: Since
you last saw me or since I last saw you?
Varys: Now
the last time I saw you, you were talking to the Hand of the King.
Petyr Baelish: Saw
me with your own eyes?
Varys: Eyes
I own.
Petyr Baelish: Council
business. We all have so much to discuss with Ned Stark.
Varys: Everyone's
well aware of your enduring fondness for Lord Stark's wife. If the Lannisters
were behind the attempt on the Stark boy's life and it was discovered that you
helped the Starks come to that conclusion... To think... A simple word to the
Queen...
Petyr Baelish: One
shudders at the thought.
Varys: Oh.
Petyr Baelish: But
you know something? I do believe that I have seen you even more recently than
you have seen me.
Varys: Have
you?
Petyr Baelish: Yes.
Earlier today, I distinctly recall seeing you talking to Lord Stark in his
chambers.
Varys: Was
that you under the bed?
Petyr Baelish: And
not long after that when I saw you escorting a certain foreign dignitary...
Council business? Of course you would have friends from across The Narrow Sea.
You're from there yourself, after all. We're friends, aren't we, Lord Varys?
I'd like to think we are. So you can imagine my burden, wondering if the King
might question my friend's sympathies… To stand at a crossroads where turning
left means loyalty to a friend, turning right, loyalty to the realm.
Varys: Oh,
please.
Petyr Baelish: To
find myself in a position where a simple word to the King --
Renly enters from a different doorway and cuts both men off.
Renly Baratheon: What
are you two conspiring about? Well, whatever it is, you'd best hurry up. My
brother is coming.
Petyr Baelish: To
a small council meeting?
Varys: Disturbing news from far away.
Haven't you heard?
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Arya exits a tunnel outside of King’s Landing, at the beach of
Blackwater Bay. She heads to the city’s gate but is stopped by two guards.
Guard 1: Off
with you. No begging.
Arya Stark: I'm
not a beggar. I live here.
Guard 1: D'you
want a smack on your ear to help you with your hearing?
Arya Stark: I
want to see my father.
Guard 2: I
want to fuck the Queen, for all the good it does me.
Guard 1: You
want your father, boy? He's lying on the floor of some tavern, getting pissed
on by his friends.
Arya Stark: My
father is Hand of the King! I'm not a boy. I'm Arya Stark of Winterfell and if
you lay a hand on me, my father will have both your heads on spikes! Now are
you going to let me by or do I need to smack you on the ear to help with your
hearing?
Quick cut to Arya standing in front of Ned at his desk.
Eddard Stark: You
know I had half my guard out searching for you? You promised me this would
stop.
Arya Stark: They
said they were going to kill you.
Eddard Stark: Who
did?
Arya Stark: I
didn't see them, but I think one was fat.
Eddard Stark: Oh,
Arya.
Arya Stark: I'm
not lying! They said you found the bastard and the wolves are fighting the
lions and the savage... something about the savage.
Eddard Stark: Where did you hear this?
Arya Stark: In the
dungeons, near the dragon skulls.
Eddard Stark: What were
you doing in the dungeons?
Arya Stark: Chasing a cat.
A knock at the door, Jory pokes his head in.
Jory Cassel: Pardon,
my Lord. There's a Night's Watchman here begging a word. He says it's urgent.
Eddard Stark: Your
name, friend?
Yoren: Yoren,
if it please. This must be your son. He has the look.
Arya Stark: I'm
a girl!
Eddard Stark: Did
Benjen send you?
Yoren: No
one sent me, my Lord. I'm here to find men for The Wall, see if there's any
scum in the dungeons that might be fit for service.
Eddard Stark: Ah,
we'll find recruits for you.
Yoren: Thank
you, my Lord. But that's not why I disturb you now. Your brother, Benjen... his
blood runs black, makes him as much my brother as yours. It's for his sake I
rode here so hard I damn near killed my horse! There are others riding too. The
whole city will know by tomorrow.
Eddard Stark: Know
what?
Yoren: Best
said in private, my Lord.
Eddard Stark: Go
on. We'll talk more later.
Eddard Stark: Jory,
take her safely to her room.
Jory Cassel: Come
along, my Lady. You heard your father.
Jory escorts Arya to her room.
Arya Stark: How
many guards does my father have?
Jory Cassel: Here
in King's Landing? Fifty.
Arya Stark: You
wouldn't let anyone kill him, would you?
Jory Cassel: No
fear on that count, little Lady.
Ned and Yoren are now alone in Ned’s chambers.
Eddard Stark: Well?
Yoren: It's
about your wife, my Lord. She's taken the Imp.
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As Catelyn, Tyrion and her men are arriving to the Vale, they’re
met by a group of guards.
VardisEgen: You're
far from home, Lady Stark.
Catelyn Stark: To
whom do I speak?
VardisEgen: SerVardisEgen,
Knight of The Vale. Is Lady Arryn expecting your visit?
Catelyn Stark: There
was no time to send word.
VardisEgen: May
I ask, my Lady, why he is with you?
Catelyn Stark: That's
why there was no time. He is my prisoner.
VardisEgen: He
doesn't look like a prisoner.
Catelyn Stark: My
sister will decide what he looks like.
VardisEgen: Yes,
my Lady. She will at that.
The guards all turn their horses and escort Catelyn and her men
towards the Eyrie.
Tyrion Lannister: The
Eyrie. They say it's impregnable.
Bronn: Give
me 10 good men and some climbing spikes... I'll impregnate the bitch.
Tyrion Lannister: I
like you.
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Ned is walking through a courtyard at King’s Landing, heading for
the King Robert’s chambers. He is stopped by a royal steward.
Steward: Lord
Stark, your presence has been requested in the small council chamber. A meeting
has been called.
Eddard Stark: I
need to see the King first -- alone.
Steward: The
King is at the small council meeting, my Lord. He has summoned you.
Eddard Stark: Is
it about my wife?
Steward: No,
my Lord. I believe it concerns Daenerys Targaryen.
Now at the small council meeting with everyone on the council, as
well as King Robert.
Robert Baratheon: The
whore is pregnant.
Eddard Stark: You're
speaking of murdering a child.
Robert Baratheon: I
warned you this would happen. Back in the North, I warned you, but you didn't
care to hear. Well, hear it now. I want 'em dead, mother and child both. And
that fool, Viserys as well. Is that plain enough for you? I want them both
dead.
Eddard Stark: You
will dishonor yourself forever if you do this.
Robert Baratheon: Honor?!
I've got Seven Kingdoms to rule! One King, Seven Kingdoms. Do you think honor
keeps them in line? Do you think it's honor that's keeping the peace? It's
fear! Fear and blood!
Eddard Stark: Then
we're no better than the Mad King.
Robert Baratheon: Careful,
Ned. Careful now.
Eddard Stark: You
want to assassinate a girl... Because the Spider heard a rumor?
Varys: No
rumor, my Lord. The princess is with child.
Eddard Stark: Based
on whose information?
Varys: Ser
Jorah Mormont. He is serving as adviser to the Targaryens.
Eddard Stark: Mormont?
You bring us the whispers of a traitor half a world away and call it fact?
Petyr Baelish: Jorah
Mormont's a slaver, not a traitor. Small difference, I know, to an honorable
man.
Eddard Stark: He
broke the law, betrayed his family, fled our land. We commit murder on the word
of this man?
Robert Baratheon: And
if he's right? If she has a son? A Targaryen at the head of a Dothraki army…
What then?
Eddard Stark: The
Narrow Sea still lies between us. I'll fear the Dothraki the day they teach
their horses to run on water.
Robert Baratheon: Do
nothing? That's your wise advice? Do nothing til our enemies are on our shores?
You're my council? Counsel! Speak sense to this honorable fool.
Varys: I
understand your misgivings, my Lord. Truly, I do. It is a terrible thing we
must consider, a vile thing. Yet, we who presume to rule must sometimes do vile
things for the good of the realm. Should the gods grant Daenerys a son, the
realm will bleed.
Grand MaesterPycelle: I
bear this girl no ill will, but should the Dothraki invade, how many innocents
will die? How many towns will burn? Is it not wiser, kinder even, that she
should die now so that tens of thousands might live?
Renly Baratheon: We
should have had them both killed years ago.
Petyr Baelish: When
you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, best close your eyes, get it over
with. Cut her throat. Be done with it.
Eddard Stark: I
followed you into war - twice, without doubts, without second thoughts. But I
will not follow you now. The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow
of an unborn child.
Robert Baratheon: She
dies.
Eddard Stark: I
will have no part in it.
Robert Baratheon: You're
the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command or I'll find me a Hand who
will.
Ned removes his badge and places it on the table in front of
Robert.
Eddard Stark: And
good luck to him. I thought you were a better man.
Robert Baratheon: Out!
Out, damn you! I'm done with you. Go! Run back to Winterfell! I'll have your
head on a spike! I'll put it there myself, you fool! You think you're too good
for this? Too proud and honorable? This is a war!
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Ned is in his chambers quickly packing his things.
Eddard Stark: I'll
go ahead with my daughters. Get them ready. Do it yourself. Don't ask anyone
for help.
Jory Cassel: Right
away, my Lord. Lord Baelish is here for you.
Petyr Baelish: His
Grace went on about you at some length after you took your leave. The word
"treason" was mentioned.
Eddard Stark: What
can I do for you?
Petyr Baelish: When
do you return to Winterfell?
Eddard Stark: Why?
What do you care?
Petyr Baelish: If
you're still here come nightfall, I'll take you to see the last person Jon
Arryn spoke with before falling ill. If that sort of thing still interests you.
Eddard Stark: I
don't have the time.
Petyr Baelish: It
won't take more than an hour. But as you please.
Baelish exits Ned’s chambers, Ned speaks to Jory briefly and then
takes off for Baelish.
Eddard Stark: Round
up all the men we have and station them outside the girls' chambers. Who are
your best two swords?
Jory Cassel: Heward
and Wyl.
Eddard Stark: Find
them and meet me at the stables.
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At the Eyrie, Catelyn, her men, and Tyrion are all standing in
front of Lady Arryn. Her son is sitting on her lap, breastfeeding. He is
clearly too old to be doing so.
Lysa Arryn: You
bring him here without permission? You pollute my home with his presence? Your
aunt has done a bad thing, Robin, a very bad thing. You remember her, don't
you? Isn't he beautiful? And strong too. Jon knew it. His last words were,
"the seed is strong." He wanted everyone to know what a good, strong
boy his son would grow up to be. Look at him, the Lord of all the Vale.
Catelyn Stark: Lysa,
you wrote me about the Lannisters, warning me t-
Lysa Arryn: To
stay away from them! Not to bring one here!
Robin Arryn: Mommy?
Is that the bad man?
Lysa Arryn: It
is.
Robin Arryn: He's
little.
Lysa Arryn: He's
Tyrion the Imp of House Lannister. He killed your father. He murdered the Hand
of the King!
Tyrion Lannister: Oh?
Did I kill him too? I've been a very busy man.
Lysa Arryn: You
will watch your tongue! These men are Knights of the Vale. Every one of the
loved Jon Arryn. Every one of them would die for me.
Tyrion Lannister: If
any harm comes to me, my brother, Jaime, will see that they do.
Robin Arryn: You
can't hurt us! No one can hurt us here! Tell him, mommy! Tell him!
Lysa Arryn: Shh...
Shh... Shh, my sweet boy. He's just trying to frighten us. Lannisters are all
liars. No one will hurt my baby.
Robin Arryn: Mommy... I want to see the bad
man fly.
Lysa Arryn: Perhaps you
will, my little love.
Catelyn Stark: This
man is my prisoner. I will not have him harmed.
Lysa Arryn: SerVardis,
my sister's guest is weary. Take him down below so he can rest. Introduce him
to Mord.
Mord throws Tyrion into a “skycell.”
Mord: You
go sleep, dwarf man. Sleep good, little dwarf. man!
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Back at King’s Landing, inside Renly Baratheon’s chambers. He is sitting, shirtless, with Loras
Tyrell kneeling beside him shaving his chest. Loras
is also shirtless.
Loras Tyrell: Lord
Stark's lucky he still has a head.
Renly Baratheon: Robert
will rant for a few days, but he won't do anything. He adores the man.
Loras Tyrell: You're
jealous.
Renly Baratheon: Are
you sure this won't hurt?
Loras Tyrell: Only
if I slip.
Renly Baratheon: And
you prefer me like this?
Loras Tyrell: Mhmm.
Renly Baratheon: If
you want hairless, maybe you should find a little boy.
Loras Tyrell: I
want you.
Renly Baratheon: My
brother thinks that anyone who hasn't been to war isn't a man. He treats me as
if I'm a spoiled child. Oh, and you're not? Loras Tyrell, the Knight of the
Flowers? How many wars have you fought in? Oh, and how much did your father
spend on that armor of yours?
Loras Tyrell: Hold
still.
Renly Baratheon: All
I ever hear from Robert and Stannis is how I'm not tough enough, how I squirm
at the sight of blood.
Loras Tyrell: You
did vomit when that boy's eye was knocked out in the mêlée.
Renly Baratheon:His eye was dangling out of the damn
socket!
Loras Tyrell: He
shouldn't have entered the mêlée if he didn't know how to fight.
Renly Baratheon: Easy
for you to say. Not everyone is such a gifted swordsman.
Loras Tyrell: It's
not a gift. No one gave it to me. I'm good because I work at it -- every day of
my life since I could hold a stick.
Renly Baratheon: I
could work at fighting all day, every day, and still never be as good as you.
Loras Tyrell: Yes
well, I guess we'll never know.
Finished with Renly’s chest, Loras raises his arm so he can shave
his armpit.
Renly Baratheon: Everywhere?
Loras Tyrell: Everywhere.
So how did it end up? The Targaryen girl will die?
Renly Baratheon: It
needs to be done, unpleasant as it is. Robert's rather tasteless about it.
Every time he talks about killing her, I swear the table rises six inches.
Loras Tyrell: It's
a shame he can't muster the same enthusiasm for his wife.
Renly Baratheon: He
does have a deep, abiding lust for her money. You have to give it to the
Lannisters, they may be the most pompous, ponderous cunts the gods ever
suffered to walk the world, but they do have outrageous amounts of money.
Loras Tyrell: I
have an outrageous amount of money.
Renly Baratheon: Not
as much as the Lannisters.
Loras Tyrell: But
a lot more than you.
Renly Baratheon: Robert's
threatening to take me hunting with him. Last time we were out there for two
weeks, tramping through the trees in the rain, day after day. All so he can
stick his spear into something's flesh! Oh. but Robert loves his killing. And
he's the King.
Loras Tyrell: Hmm...
How did that ever happen?
Renly Baratheon: Because
he loves his killing and he used to be good at it.
Loras Tyrell: Do
you know who should be King?
Renly Baratheon: Be
serious.
Loras Tyrell: I
am. My father could be your bank. I've never fought in a war before, but I'd
fight for you.
Renly Baratheon: I'm
fourth in line.
Loras Tyrell: And
where was Robert in the line of royal succession? Joffrey is a monster. Tommen
is eight.
Renly Baratheon: Stannis?
Loras Tyrell: Stannis
has the personality of a lobster.
Renly Baratheon: He's
still my older brother.
Loras cuts Renly under his arm.
Renly Baratheon: What
are you doing?!
Loras Tyrell: Look
at it.
Renly Baratheon: You
cut me!
Loras Tyrell: It's
just blood. We've all got it in us. Sometimes a little spills. If you become
King, you're going to see a lot of this. You need to get used to it. Go on.
Look. People love you. They love to serve you because you're kind to them. They
want to be near you.
Loras Tyrell: You're
willing to do what needs to be done, but you don't gloat over it. You don't
love killing. Where is it written that power is the sole province of the worst?
That thrones are only made for the hated and the feared. You would be a
wonderful King.
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Cersei enters King Robert’s chambers.
Cersei Baratheon: I'm
sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn't work out. You seemed so good together.
Robert Baratheon: I'm
glad I could do something to make you happy.
Cersei Baratheon: Without
a Hand, everything will fall to pieces.
Robert Baratheon: I
suppose this is where you tell me to give the job to your brother Jaime.
Cersei Baratheon: No.
He's not serious enough. I'll say this for Ned Stark - he's serious enough. Was
it really worth it? Losing him this way?
Robert Baratheon: I
don't know. But I do know this, if the Targaryen girl convinces her horse-lord
husband to invade and the Dothraki horde crosses The Narrow Sea... We won't be
able to stop them.
Cersei Baratheon: The
Dothrakidon't sail. Every child knows that. They don't have discipline. They
don't have armor. They don't have siege weapons.
Robert Baratheon: It's
a neat little trick you do, you move your lips and your father's voice comes
out.
Cersei Baratheon: Is
my father wrong?
Robert Baratheon: Let's
say Viserys Targaryen lands with forty thousand Dothraki screamers at his back.
We hole up in our castles, a wise move. Only a fool would meet the Dothraki in
an open field. They leave us in our castles. They go from town to town, looting
and burning, killing every man who can't hide behind a stone wall, stealing all
our crops and livestock, enslaving all our women and children. How long do the
people of the Seven Kingdoms stand behind their absentee King, their cowardly
King hiding behind high walls? When do the people decide that Viserys Targaryen
is the rightful monarch after all.
Cersei Baratheon: We
still outnumber them.
Robert Baratheon: Which
is the bigger number -- five or one?
Cersei Baratheon: Five.
Robert Baratheon: Five...
one. One army, a real army, united behind one leader with one purpose. Our
purpose died with the Mad King. Now we've got as many armies as there are men with
gold in their purse. And everybody wants something different. Your father wants
to own the world. Ned Stark wants to run away and bury his head in the snow.
Cersei Baratheon: What
do you want?
Robert Baratheon: We
haven't had a real fight in nine years. Back-stabbing doesn't prepare you for a
fight. And that's all the realm is now, back-stabbing and scheming and
arse-licking and money-grubbing. Sometimes I don't know what holds it together.
Cersei Baratheon: Our
marriage.
The two begin laughing.
Robert Baratheon: Ah,
so here we sit, seventeen years later, holding it all together. Don't you get
tired?
Cersei Baratheon: Every
day.
Robert Baratheon: How
long can hate hold a thing together?
Cersei Baratheon: Well,
seventeen years is quite a long time.
Robert Baratheon: Yes,
it is.
Cersei Baratheon: Yes,
it tis. What was she like?
Robert Baratheon: You've
never asked about her, not once. Why not?
Cersei Baratheon: At
first, just saying her name, even in private felt like I was breathing life
back into her. I thought if I didn't talk about her, she'd just fade away for
you. When I realized that wasn't going to happen, I refused to ask out of
spite. I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I cared enough to
ask. And eventually it became clear that my spite didn't mean anything to you,
as far as I could tell, you actually enjoyed it.
Robert Baratheon: So
why now?
Cersei Baratheon: What
harm could Lyanna Stark's ghost do to either of us that we haven't done to each
other a hundred times over?
Robert Baratheon: You
want to know the horrible truth? I can't even remember what she looked like. I
only know she was the one thing I ever wanted... Someone took her away from me,
and Seven Kingdoms couldn't fill the hole she left behind.
Cersei Baratheon: I
felt something for you once, you know?
Robert Baratheon: I
know.
Cersei Baratheon: Even
after we lost our first boy -- for quite a while, actually. Was it ever
possible for us? Was there ever a time, ever a... moment?
Robert Baratheon: No.
Does that make you feel better or worse?
Cersei Baratheon: It
doesn't make me feel anything.
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Inside one of Baelish’s brothels, Ned is speaking to one of the
prostitutes. Jory and Baelish are in the next room.
Mhaegen: She
looks like him, don't she, my Lord? She has his nose, his black hair.
Eddard Stark: Aye.
Mhaegen: Tell
him when you see him, my Lord. If it please you... Tell him how beautiful she
is.
Eddard Stark: I
will.
Mhaegen: And
tell him I've been with no one else. I swear it, my Lord, by the old gods and
new. I don't want no jewels or nothing, just him. The King was always good to
me.
Eddard Stark: When
Jon Arryn came to visit you, what did he want?
Mhaegen: He
wasn't that sort of man, my Lord. He just wanted to know if the child was
happy, healthy.
Eddard Stark: She
looks healthy enough to me. The girl shall want for nothing.
Ned breaks off from Mhaegen and enters the same room as Baelish
and Jory.
Petyr Baelish: Brothels
make a much better investment than ship, I've found. Whores rarely sink.
Eddard Stark: What
do you know of King Robert's bastards?
Petyr Baelish: Well,
he has more than you, for a start.
Eddard Stark: How
many?
Petyr Baelish: Does
it matter? If you fuck enough women, some of them will give you presents.
Eddard Stark: And
Jon Arryn tracked them all down. Why?
Petyr Baelish: He
was the King's Hand. Perhaps Robert wanted them looked after. He was overcome
with fatherly love.
Eddard Stark: Come.
Jory is staring at one of the whores, who flashes him her breast.
Eddard Stark: Jory!
Jory Cassel: My
Lord.
Ned and Jory leave the brothel with a few of Ned’s men. They are
suddenly surround by Jaime Lannister and his men.
Jaime Lannister: Such
a small pack of wolves.
Jory Cassel: Stay
back, Ser! This is the Hand of the King!
Jaime Lannister: Was!...
the Hand of the King. Now I'm not sure what he is... Lord of somewhere very far
away.
Petyr Baelish: What's
the meaning of this, Lannister?
Jaime Lannister: Get
back inside where it's safe. I'm looking for my brother. You remember my
brother, don't you, Lord Stark? Blond hair, sharp tongue, short man.
Eddard Stark: I
remember him well.
Jaime Lannister: It
seems he had some trouble on the road. You wouldn't know what happened to him,
would you?
Eddard Stark:He was taken at my command to answer for
his crimes.
Jaime draws his sword, causing all of them men on both sides to
draw their swords, except for Eddard.
Petyr Baelish: My
Lords! I'll bring the City Watch!
Jaime Lannister: Come,
Stark. I'd rather you die sword in hand.
Jory Cassel: If
you threaten my Lord again...
Jaime Lannister: Threaten?
As in, "I'm going to open your Lord from balls to brains and see what
Starks are made of”?
Eddard Stark: You
kill me, your brother's a dead man.
Jaime Lannister: You're
right. Take him alive! Kill his men!
A fight erupts, first Jaime’s men throw spears straight into the
chests of two of Ned’s men. Ned draws his sword and moves towards Jaime,
fending off several guards in the process. Jory gets to Jaime first. Jaime stabs Jory with a dagger
straight through his eye. The
fighting ceases and Ned moves forward to Jaime, Jaime’s men all stop to watch
the fight. The two fend each other off, as they break, one of Jaime’s guards
stabs Ned in the back of the leg with a spear, causing him to fall to the
ground. Jaime is openly frustrated and knocks the guard out. He mounts his
horse.
Jaime Lannister: My
brother, Lord Stark... We want him back.
Jaime rides off on horseback and his guards follow suit.