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(FIRE CRACKLING)

(THE RAINS OF CASTAMERE PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- Magnificent.
- Mmm-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 in the family
for a long time.

- And now we have two.
- Two?

The original weapon was absurdly large.
Plenty of steel for two swords.

Well, thank you. It's glorious.

(GRUNTS)

You'll have to train your left hand.

Any decent swordsman
knows how to use both hands.

You'll never be as good.

No.

But as long as I'm better than
everyone else, 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 honour.

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.

No.

No?

No.

- I don't believe I asked you a question.
- There's my answer.

If you think your bloody honour
comes before your...

My bloody honour is beyond repair,
but my answer is still no.

I don't want Casterly
Rock, a wife, 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.

Go.

If serving as a glorified bodyguard
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.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(GOATS BLEATING)

How many Dornishmen
does it take to fuck a goat?

Please don't.

BRONN: Seems to me the smart place to
meet travellers is 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.

Oh.

Ah, here we are.

(CLAPPING)

TYRION: 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 of 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 royal wedding.

The King will be delighted
to enjoy the company of a warrior

as renowned as Prince Oberyn.

Will he?

Where is Prince Oberyn?

Arrived before dawn.

Not a man for welcome parties.

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 fucking half of Westeros.

You just arrived at the capital
after two weeks of bad road.

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.

We like them pale in the capital.
Shows they don't work the fields.

Do I frighten you?

You like?

Timid bores me.

Hmm.

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

I think she likes you. (CHUCKLES)

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.

OLYVER: 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 bastard.

She is a whore. And you're what?

A procurer.

Any of the others?

(SIGHING) The two girls can leave.

- (OLYVER SNAPS FINGERS)
- You stay.

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

Everyone who works for Littlefinger
is on offer.

Take off your clothes.
We'll be here a while.

- My lord.
- I am a prince, boy.

(WOMAN MOANS)

Have you ever been with a prince?

Can't say I have.

- I'm wildly expensive.
- (SCOFFS)

Take off your clothes.

Which way do you like it?

- (GASPS)
- My way.

MAN: (SINGING)
And so he spoke, and so he spoke

That Lord of Castamere

But now the rains...

Oberyn.

Weep o'er his hall...

Oberyn, don't.

With no one there to hear

Yes now 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)

OBERYN: Hmm.

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.

(SCREAMING)

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.

(GROANING)

He'll live if you get
him help straightaway.

So, decisions.

(CONTINUES GROANING)

Prince Oberyn, forgive the intrusion.
We heard there might be...

(MAN SCREAMS)

...trouble.

Apologies, my love.

(DOOR CLOSES)

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 at King's Landing...

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.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

We'll need a few more girls. Girls, yes?

You don't partake?

Oh, I partook. Now I'm married.

Prince Oberyn, a word in private?

Seems I visited the Lannister brothel
by mistake.

- Oh, they take all kinds.
- Even Dornishmen.

TYRION: The King is very grateful that you
travelled all this way for his wedding.

Let us speak truth here.
Joffrey is insulted.

I am only the second son.

Well, speaking as a fellow second son,

I have grown rather used
to being the family insult.

(OBERYN CHUCKLES)

Why did you come to King's Landing?

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.

They 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 rumours.
- Hmm.

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)
- (SHUSHING)

(SCREECHING)

(GASPS)

(SHUSHING)

- (ROARS)
- (GASPS)

(SCREECHES)

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.

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 honour of riding by your side
on the road to Meereen.

That honour 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 GROANING)

(BOTH SPEAKING VALYRIAN)

You like this girl?

Must be frustrating.

You are not a smart man, Daario Naharis.

I'd rather have no brains

and two balls.

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 want to eat.

If I could have a moment
alone with my wife.

She needs to eat.

TYRION: 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 cut her throat to the bone
and threw her body in the river.

What happened to your family
was a terrible crime.

I didn't know your brother.

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

Your mother, 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. Prayer can be helpful, I hear.

I don't pray any more.

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

SHAE: My lion.

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

Come here.

How many times have I told you?
You can't visit me here.

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.

I don't love her.

You tried to ship me away.

Ship you away?

Give me diamonds and make me disappear.

What are you talking about?

If you want me to leave, just say it.

- Say it!
- Shh.

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