All language subtitles for S03E10 - Mhysa

Yah! Yah!

- Go, move out!
- The King in the North!

The King in the North!

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

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

Here comes the
King in the North!

Here
comes the King in the North!

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

Here comes...

Hmm.

Ser Eldrick Sarsfield
and Lord Desmond Crakehall.

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.

So how should we punish them?

Who? Whom?

Ser Eldrick Sarsfield
and Lord Desmond Crakehall.

Ah.

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.

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.

Oh!

That's him!

My lord, my lady.

Your father has called
a meeting of the small council.

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.

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.

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?

No.

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 up as my son.

Because you're a Lannister.

Sansa.

It's empty.

Let's find a place to sleep.

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.

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.

That's something
the gods can't forgive.

"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.

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?

Well, here's to the Young Wolf!

Forever young.

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 bastard 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?

No.

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.

Kill me.

Sorry, what?

Kill me.

A little louder.

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.

Stinking meat.

You reek.

Reek!

That's a good name for you.

What's your name?

Theon Greyjoy.

What's your name?

Th...

Theon Greyjoy.

Please.

What is your name?!

Reek.

My name is...

Reek.

Hodor.

- 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.

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.

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.

But you're going to stop them?

Please, Sam.

I have to go north.

I have to.

"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.

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.

Get those ropes!

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?

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 shit 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.

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 shit

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.

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.

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.

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.

I'm telling you,
that's what she did.

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?
- Fuck off.

But I'm hungry.

Does fuck 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 shit.

Fool!

Where did you get the knife?

From you.

Is that the first
man you've killed?

The first man.

Next time you're going
to do something like that,

tell me first.

Valar morghulis.

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.

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.

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 night... "

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 bastard 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 nobble men of Westeros."

- Noblemen.
- "Noblemen of Westeros,

the Nig...
The Night's Watch...

"implores..."

What is it?

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 bastard
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?
- No.

I'd worry more
about the Red Woman.

The other way.

You ever been in a boat before?

No.

You know how to swim?

No.

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.

Horse approaching!

Halt! Halt!

Jon! Jon!

Jon, it's us.

I don't think he can see us.

Pyp?

Sam?

Hush, now.
You're home.

Carry him inside.
Gently.

Out of the way.

Step aside, country boy.

People working here.

Cersei.

You don't deny it?

No.

I let him go.

Your mercy
saved the boy's life.

You feel good about that?

Aye, I do.

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.

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.

You see, Ser Davos?

You've been saved by that
fire god you like to mock.

You're in his army now.

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.

No.

You do not owe me your freedom.

I cannot give it to you.

Your freedom is not mine to give.

It belongs to you and you alone.

If you want it back,
you must take it for yourselves.

Each and every one of you.

- Mhysa!
- Mhysa!

Mhysa! Mhysa!

Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa!

What does it mean?

It is old Ghiscari, khaleesi.

It means "mother."

It's all right.

These people won't hurt me.

Mhysa! Mhysa!

Fly.

Let me pass.

Mhysa.

Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa!