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The substance burns so hot,

it melts wood, stone, even steel.

And, of course, flesh.

If I could tell you
how many crazy old men

I've seen making grand claims
about jars full of pig shit.

Our order does not deal in pig shit.

King Stannis is my God.
He raised me up

and gave you a future
I could never have imagined.

And you think a Fire God
commanded all that?

- It was Stannis.
- He is my King, but he's only a man.

Don't tell him that.

Does it give you joy to scare people?

No, it gives me joy to kill people.

Killing's the sweetest
thing there is.

You shipped off my only daughter

and now you want to send my son
to the battlefield to die.

He needs to be out there.

The men will fight more
fiercely seeing their King

fighting beside them instead of hiding
behind his mother's skirts.

Stannis two days from the capital
and the wolf at my doorstep.

Scouts assure us Robb Stark

won't risk marching on Casterly Rock
until he's at full force.

He'll risk anything at any time.

We'll ride at nightfall.

The Stark forces are distracted.
Now is the time to strike.

My dear nephew, you do understand
Stannis Baratheon sails this way?

They say Stannis never smiles.

I'll give him a red smile.

If the wind holds,
we'll reach King's Landing in a day.

Will it hold?

Can't make promises for the wind,
Your Grace.

Stannis knows King's Landing.

He knows where
the walls are strongest

and he knows which gates are weakest.

Mud gate.
That's where he'll land.

And if Stannis
does attack the mud gate,

what do we have?

The tide's against us.

But we have the wind.

Should blow us straight to the gate.

- You're coming home.
- It hasn't been home for 20 years.

I spent most of my life
dodging the royal fleet.

And now I'm sailing right at them.

This is the royal fleet. You're not a
smuggler anymore, but the high captain.

Of course there are several royal fleets
at the moment.

Not after tonight.

When the sun rises, Stannis will sit on
the Iron Throne and you'll be his Hand.

- Gods be good.
- God.

Father, there is only one
and he watches over us.

- But not over them?
- Over all of us.

The people of King's Landing did not
choose the false king Joffrey Baratheon.

They will be glad to see
his head on a spike.

Well, first we have to put it there.

Our ships outnumber theirs 10 to 1.

Our army outnumber theirs 5 to 1.

Those walls have never been breached.

And the men guarding the walls,
when they see you,

they don't see a liberator.

They see a stranger
come to set their city on fire.

I have faith in the Lord of Light.
I have faith in our cause.

And in my captain.

 Are you afraid, my lion?

If the city falls, Stannis will burn
every Lannister he can find.

Of course I'm afraid.

I won't let them hurt you.

I'm a Lannister.

I don't have a choice in all this.

But it's not your war.

It is now.

You can't fuck your way
out of everything.

I have so far.

Do you remember what you said
when you met me in your tent?

That I should make love to you like
it was your last day on this Earth.

As you know, Your Grace, it is not only
the sworn duty of a maester

to carry out the wishes
of the house he serves,

but also to offer guidance

and counsel in times of war.

Your words are always
wise and measured.

- If you could...
- If anything,

a maester's duties become more urgent

in times of war and turmoil.

I remember
back in the days of King...

You brought me something?

Essence of nightshade is as dangerous

as it is efficacious.

A single drop in a cup of wine

suffices to soothe ragged nerves.

Three drops will bring on a deep
and dreamless sleep.

- 10 drops, however...
- I know what 10 drops will bring.

- Your Grace, if I may ask...
- You may not.

You must have a lot of work to do.

I'm sure many brave men
will need your wisdom soon.

Yes. A siege is very...

Be careful on the stairs, grand maester.
There are so many.

And so he spoke

that lord of castamere

but now the rains

weep o'er his halls

with no one there to hear

Yes, now the rains

weep o'er his halls

and not a soul to hear.

To the boys!

Lannisters!

Where'd you learn the Lannister song?

Drunk Lannisters.

- You've got a pretty voice.
- Thank you very much.

And I like your nose.

How many times you break it?

Well, now let's see.

First time I was five.

Me mom smacked me
with an iron poker.

It wasn't me she was aiming at.

She was trying for me little brother.
Now he was a real pest.

Second time I was nine.

Got in a scrap with a few older boys.

They won.

Third time...

You don't want to know
about the third time.

Poor nose.

Don't feel sorry for him.

He'll be halfway up your ass
before the night's through.

Welcome, friends.

This round's on me.

I don't think he likes me.

You think you're a hard man?

I know it.

It's warm in here.

We've got beautiful women
and good brown ale.

Plenty for everyone.

And all you want

is to put one of us
in the cold ground

with no women to keep us company.

There's women in the ground.

I put some there myself.
So have you.

You like fucking and drinking

and singing.

But killing...

Killing's the thing you love.

You're just like me.

Only smaller.

And quicker.

Your Lord Imp is gonna miss you.

I expect he will someday.

One more drink before the war?

Shall we?

I've always hated the bells.
They ring for horror...

A dead king, a city under siege.

- A wedding.
- Exactly.

Podrick, is that it?

"Is that it?"
Nice touch.

As if you don't know
the name of every boy in town.

I'm not entirely sure
what you're suggesting.

I'm entirely sure you're entirely sure
what I'm suggesting.

Do you trust him?

Oddly enough, I do.

Good.

The map you asked for.

There must be 20 miles of tunnels
beneath the city.

Closer to 50.

The Targaryens built this city
to withstand a siege

and to provide escape if necessary.

I'm not escaping.

I'm the captain of the ship.
If the ship goes down, I go with her.

That is good to hear.

Though I'm sure many captains
say the same while their ship is afloat.

- You look well suited for battle.
- Well, I'm not.

For all our sakes,
I hope you are wrong.

My little birds tell me
that Stannis Baratheon

has taken up
with a red priestess from Asshai.

What of it?

You don't believe
in the old powers, my Lord?

Blood spells, curses, shape-shifting.
What do you think?

I think you believe in what you see

and in what those
you trust have seen.

You probably don't entirely trust me.

Don't take it personally.
I don't entirely trust myself.

And yet I have seen things

and heard things...
things you have not,

things I wish I had not.

I don't believe
I've ever told you how I was cut.

No, I don't believe you have.

One day I will.

The dark arts have provided
Lord Stannis with his armies

and paved his path to our door.

For a man in a service to such powers
to sit on the Iron Throne,

I can think of nothing worse.

And tonight, I believe

you are the only man
who can stop him.

They're welcoming the new King.

I've never known bells
to mean surrender.

They want to play music with us?
Let's play. Drums.

Drums!

- Remember, wait till...
- The ships are in the bay.

- They must be far enough in...
- I know what "in" means.

- Do you know how to use that?
- I chopped wood once.

No, I watched my brother
chopping wood.

I saw you kill a man with a shield.
You'll be unstoppable with an axe.

- Don't get killed.
- Nor you, my friend.

- Are we friends now?
- Of course we are.

Just because I pay you
doesn't diminish our friendship.

Enhances it, really.

Oh, enhances.
Fancy word for a sellsword.

Been spending time with fancy folks.

Lady Sansa and Sheila.

Shae.

Shae, yes.

Surely my sister has asked you to join
the other ladies in Maegor's holdfast.

She has, my Lord, but King Joffrey
sent for me to see him off.

He's been a great romantic,
my nephew.

Sansa, come here.

I will pray for your safe return,
my Lord.

Will you?

Just as I pray for the King's.

Stay safe, my Lady.

And you, my lion.

Your King rides forth to battle.

You should see him off with a kiss.

My new blade.

Hearteater I've named it.

Kiss it.

You'll kiss it again when I return
and taste my Uncle's blood.

Will you slay him yourself?

If Stannis is fool enough
to come near me.

So you'll be outside the gates
fighting in the vanguard?

A King doesn't discuss battle plans
with stupid girls.

I'm sorry, Your Grace.
You're right, I'm stupid.

Of course you'll be in the vanguard.

My brother Robb always goes
where the fighting is thickest.

- And he is only a pretender.
- Your brother's turn will come.

Then you can lick his blood
off hearteater, too.

Some of those boys
will never come back.

Joffrey will.

The worst ones always live.

Come, my Lady.

Where's our fleet?

On the way.

Why isn't it here now?
They're coming.

Hound, tell the Hand that his King
has asked him a question.

The King has asked you a question.

Ser lancel, tell the Hound to tell the
King that the Hand is extremely busy.

The Hand of the King would like me
to tell you to tell the King...

If I tell the hound to cut you in half,
he'll do it without a second thought.

That would make me the quarterman.
It doesn't have the same ring to it.

Cut me in half
and I won't be able to give the signal.

No signal, no plan.
No plan and Stannis Baratheon

sacks this city,
takes the Iron Throne,

puts your pinched little
head atop a gate somewhere.

It might be quite amusing, except
that my head would be up there, too.

I've never much liked my head,
but I don't want to see it removed yet.

Where are their ships?

It is wise to attack at night.
We took them by surprise.

Lord Varys knows what you had
for breakfast three days ago.

There are no surprises here.

There is dissention in their ranks,
maybe their sailors have mutinied.

Maybe.

I don't know why she wants me here.

She's always saying how stupid I am.
She hates me.

Maybe she hates you
less than she hates everyone else.

I doubt it.

Maybe she's jealous of you.

Why would she be jealous?

I was wondering
where our little dove had flown.

You look pale, child.

Is your red flower still blooming?

Fitting, isn't it?

The men will bleed out there
and you will bleed in here.

Pour Lady Sansa some wine.

- I'm not thirsty.
- So?

I didn't offer you water.

What's he doing here?

Ser Ilyn?

He's here to defend us.

When the axes smash down those doors,
you may be glad to have him.

- But we have guards to defend us.
- Guards we have paid.

Should the city fall, they'll be
the first ones out of the doors.

The lads caught a groom and two maids
trying to sneak away

with a stolen horse
and some gold cups.

The battle's first traitors.

Have ser ilyn see to them.

Put their heads on spikes
outside the stables as a warning.

The only way to keep the small folk
loyal is to make certain they fear you

more than they do the enemy.
Remember that,

if you ever hope to become a queen.

You said he was here to protect us.

He is.

Traitors are a danger to us all.

More wine.

There they are.

- Archers to their marks.
- Archers, to your marks!

Nock your arrows!

Hold fast.

What are you doing?
We need to attack them.

Hold fast.

There's only one ship.
Where are the rest of them?

Where are the rest of them?!

Only one ship.

Archers, stand to!

Man the below!

- Nock!
- Nock and set!

Draw!

Hold.

No one on board.

Wildfire.

Steer clear!
Steer clear!

Matthos, get down!

Prepare to land.

The dwarf
has played his little trick.

- The wildfire...
- He can only play it once.

We're too far from the gates.

The fire, their archers...

Hundreds will die.

Thousands.

Come with me and take this city!

Sansa, come here, little dove.

My Queen.

What are you doing?

Praying.

You're perfect, aren't you?
Praying.

What are you praying for?

For the Gods to have mercy on us all.

On all of us?

Even me?

Of course, Your Grace.

Even Joffrey?

- Joffrey is my...
- Shut up, you little fool.

Praying to the Gods
to have mercy on us all.

The Gods have no mercy.
That's why they're gods.

My father told me that
when he caught me praying.

My mother just died, you see.

I didn't really understand the concept
of death, the finality of it.

I thought that if I prayed
very, very hard,

the Gods would return mymother to me.
I was four.

Your father doesn't
believe in the Gods?

He doesn't like them very much.

One for her.

Here.

Sit.

Drink.

Not like that. Drink, girl.

I should have been born a man.

I'd rather face 1,000 swords
than be shut up inside

with this flock of frightened hens.

They are your guests under
your protection. You asked them here.

It was expected of me,

as it will be of you if you
ever become Joffrey's Queen.

If my wretched brother
should somehow prevail,

these hens will return to their cocks

and crow of how my courage
inspired them, lifted their spirits.

And if the city should fall?

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

The red keep should hold for a time,

long enough for me to go to the walls
and yield to Lord Stannis in person.

If it were anyone else
outside those gates,

I might have hoped for a private audience.
But this is Stannis Baratheon.

I'd have a better chance
of seducing his horse.

Have I shocked you, little dove?

Tears aren't a woman's only weapon.

The best one's between your legs.

Learn how to use it.
Drink.

Do you have any notion of what happens
when a city is sacked?

No, you wouldn't, would you?

If the city falls, these fine women

should be in for a bit of a rape.

Half of them will have bastards

in their bellies come the morning.

You'll be glad
of your red flower then.

When a man's blood is up,

anything with tits looks good.

A precious thing like you will look

very, very good.

A slice of cake
just waiting to be eaten.

He's a serious man...
Stannis Baratheon.

They're coming ashore.

Rain fire on them.

Archers!

There are too many.

Form a welcome party for any Baratheon
troop that manages to touch solid ground.

Pod,

run to the king's gate,
bring any men guarding it here now.

Stannis is sending us fresh meat.

You, too.

Any of these flaming
fucking arrows come near me,

i'll strangle you with your own guts.

The mud gate, go now!

First and second squads, to the gate!
To the mud gate!

Any man dies with a clean sword,

I'll rape his fucking corpse.

When we were young, Jaime and I,
we looked so much alike.

Even our father
couldn't tell us apart.

I could never understand
why they treated us differently.

Jaime was taught to fight
with sword and lance and mace,

and I was taught to smile

and sing and please.

He was heir to casterly rock

and I was sold to some stranger like a
horse to be ridden whenever he desired.

You were Robert's Queen.

And you will be joffrey's.
Enjoy.

I don't think I know this one.

Pretty.

That's the worst curtsy
I've ever seen.

Here, it's not difficult.
I mastered it when I was four.

Straighten your back and bend.

Better.
You learn fast.

How long have you been
in Lady Sansa's service?

A few weeks.

When did you leave Lorath?

I had a Lorathi handmaiden once.

But she was a nobleman's daughter.

You're not.

When did you come to Westeros?

10 years ago, Your Grace.

From Lorathi commoner
to the Red Keep

in 10 years, all without
learning how to curtsy.

I imagine that's
a very interesting story.

What's your name?

Shae, Your Grace.

Tell us a story, Shae.

When I was 13, I...

What news?

The Imp has set the river afire.

Hundreds of ships are burning,
maybe more.

Stannis's fleet destroyed, but...

But his troops
have landed outside the city walls.

Where is Joffrey?

On the battlements with Lord Tyrion.

Bring him back inside at once.

- But, Your Grace...
- What?

The King's presence
is good for morale.

- Bring him back to his chambers now.
- Not here?

With the women and children?
Do you want him to be mocked?

- No, but I...
- Now!

When I told you
about ser Ilyn earlier, I lied.

Do you want to hear the truth?

You want to know why
he's really here?

He's here for us.

Stannis may take the city,
he may take the throne,

but he will not take us alive.

Get the ladders up!

Faster, you bastards!
Faster!

Come on, kill the scum!

Someone bring me a drink.

Fuck the water.
Bring me wine.

Can I get you some iced milk
and a nice bowl of raspberries, too?

Eat shit, dwarf.

You're on the wrong side of the wall.

I lost half my men.

The Blackwater's on fire.

Dog, I command you
to go back out there and fight.

You're kingsguard, Clegane.

You must beat them back
or they're going to take this city.

Your King's city.

Fuck the kingsguard.

Fuck the city.

Fuck the King.

The queen has sent me
to bring you back to the Red Keep.

If you won't defend your own city,
why should they?

- What would you have me do?
- Lead.

Get down there and lead your people
against the invaders.

What did my mother say exactly?
Did she have urgent business with me?

She did not say, Your Grace.

Ser Boros, ser Mandon,

stay with my Uncle and represent
the king on the field of battle.

Where is the King?

- Why isn't he with us?
- Who are we fighting for?

Who leads us?

I'll lead the attack.

I'll lead!

What are you talking about?

My helmet.

You will bear the King's banner.
Men, form up.

They say I'm half a man.

But what does that make
the lot of you?

The only way out is through the gates.
And they're at the gates.

There's another way out.
I'm going to show you.

We'll come out behind them
and fuck them in their asses.

Don't fight for your King
and don't fight for his Kingdoms.

Don't fight for honor.
Don't fight for glory.

Don't fight for riches,
because you won't get any.

This is your city
Stannis means to sack.

That's your gate he's ramming.

If he gets in,
it will be your houses he burns,

your gold he steals,

your women he will rape.

Those are brave men
knocking at our door.

Let's go kill them.

The battle is lost, Your Grace.

Stannis's troops are at the gates.

When the gold cloaks saw
the king leaving, they lost all heart.

Where is my son?

I want to escort him
back to the battle.

Why do I care what you want?

- Bring me.
- Now listen to me.

Don't be afraid.

The queen has raised the drawbridge.
This is the safest place we can be.

Joffrey's not hurt.
He's fighting bravely.

His knights have rallied behind him.
They will save the city.

Shall we sing a hymn?

Gentle mother

font of mercy

save our sons from war, we pray

gentle...

You must go.

Run to your chamber.

And bar your door.
Stannis won't hurt you.

This one will.

Come with me.

I need to say goodbye to someone.

The Queen said they'd rape everyone.

No one is raping me.

Go. Run.

The lady is starting to panic.

What are you doing here?

Not here for long.

I'm going.

Where?

Someplace that isn't burning.

North, might be.

Could be.

What about the King?

He can die just fine on his own.

I can take you with me.

Take you to Winterfell.

I'll keep you safe.

Do you want to go home?

I'll be safe here.

Stannis won't hurt me.

Look at me.

Stannis is a killer.

The lannisters are killers.

Your father was a killer.

Your brother is a killer.

Your sons will be killers someday.

The world is built by killers.

So you'd better get used
to looking at them.

You won't hurt me.

No, little bird, I won't hurt you.

Come on, you bastards!
Get up those ladders!

Attack!

Roll it over!

Halfman! Halfman!

Fuck me.

Be calm, my sweet.

They're still fighting.

No one's going to hurt you.

I'll tell you a story.

You know the one about the mother lion
and her little cub?

- They lived in the woods.
- The Kingswood?

Yes, my love.

In the Kingswood
there lived a mother and her cub.

She loved him very much.

But there were other things
that lived in the woods. Evil things.

Like what?

Like stags.

Stags aren't evil.

They only eat grass.

And wolves.

My lord.

He could hear them
howling in the night.

The little cub was frightened.

His mother said,

"You are a lion, my son.
You mustn't be afraid.

"For one day
all the beasts will bow to you.

"You will be king.

"All the stags will bow.
All the wolves will bow.

"The bears in the north
and the foxes of the south,

"all the birds in the sky
and the beasts in the sea...

"they will all come to you,
little lion...

"To rest a crown upon your head."

And the cub said,

"Will I be strong and fierce
like my father?"

"Yes," said his mother.

"You will be strong and fierce
just like your father."

I will keep you safe,

my love.

I promise you.

Back to the boats!

Stand and fight!

Stand and fight, damn you!

Father.

The battle is over.
We have won.

"And who are you,"
the proud lord said

"that I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different coat

that's all the truth I know

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 spoke, and so he spoke

that lord of Castamere

but now the rains weep o'ver his hall

with no one there to hear

yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall

and not a soul to hear.

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