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♪ Game of Thrones 2x01 ♪
The North Remembers
Original Air Date on April 1, 2012

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Well struck.

Well struck, Dog.

Did you like that?

It was well struck,
Your Grace.

I already said
it was well struck.

Yes, Your Grace.

- Who's next?
- Lothor Brune,

freerider in the service
of Lord Baelish.

Ser Dontos the Red
of House Hollard.

Ser Dontos the Red
of House Hollard!

Here I am.

Here I am.

Sorry, Your Grace.

My deepest apologies.

- Are you drunk?
- No.

Uh, no.
No, Your Grace.

- I had two cups of wine.
- Two cups?

That's not much at all.

Please,
have another cup.

Are you sure, Your Grace?

Yes. To celebrate
my name day.

Have two.
Have as much as you like.

I would be honored,
Your Grace.

Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos
celebrate my name day.

See that he drinks
his fill.

You can't.

What did you say?

Did you say I can't?

I only meant
it would be bad luck

to kill a man
on your name day.

What kind of stupid
peasant's superstition...

The girl is right.

What a man sows
on his name day

he reaps all year.

Take him away.

I'll have him killed
tomorrow, the fool.

He is.

A fool--
you're so clever to see it.

He'll make a much better fool
than a knight.

He doesn't deserve
the mercy of a quick death.

Did you hear My Lady,
Ser Dontos?

From this day,
you'll be my new fool.

Thank you, Your Grace.

And you, My Lady,
thank you.

Beloved nephew.

We looked for you
on the battlefield.

You were nowhere
to be found.

I've been here,
ruling the kingdoms.

What a fine job
you've done.

Look at you.

More beautiful
than ever.

And you! You-- you're going to be
bigger than the hound,

but much better looking.

This one doesn't like me.

Can't imagine why.

- We heard you were dead.
- I'm glad you're not dead.

Me, too, dear.

Death is so boring,
especially now

with so much excitement
in the world.

My Lady, I'm sorry
for your loss.

Her loss?

Her father was
a confessed traitor.

But still her father.

Surely having so recently
lost your own beloved father

you can sympathize.

My father was a traitor.

My mother and brother
are traitors, too.

I am loyal
to my beloved Joffrey.

Of course you are.

Well, enjoy your name day,
Your Grace.

Wish I could stay
and celebrate,

but there is work
to be done.

What work?

Why are you here?

The raven arrived
from the Citadel

- this morning, Your Grace.

The conclave has met,
considered reports

from Maesters all over
the Seven Kingdoms,

and declared
this great summer

done at last.

The longest summer
in living memory.

The peasants say,
a long summer means

- an even longer winter.
- A common superstition.

We have enough wheat
for a five-year winter.

If it lasts any longer,

we'll have
fewer peasants.

The city's drowning in refugees,
Your Grace, fleeing the war.

We have nowhere
to house them.

And with winter coming,
it'll only get worse.

You command the City Watch,
do you not, Lord Slynt?

I do, Your Grace.

And are you not
a Lord at my command?

I owe my title and lands
to your generosity, Your Grace.

Then do your job.
Shut the gates to the peasants.

They belong in the field,
not our capital.

Yes, Your Grace.

Don't get up.

More ravishing than ever,
big sister.

War agrees with you.

Forgive the interruption.
Carry on.

What are you doing here?

Ah, it's been
a remarkable journey.

I pissed off the edge
of the Wall,

I slept in a sky cell,

I fought with
the hill tribes--

so many adventures,

so much to be
thankful for.

What are you doing here?
This is the small council.

Yes. well I, do believe,
the Hand of the King,

is welcome at all
small council meetings.

Our father
is Hand of the King.

Yes, but in his absence...

Your father has named
Lord Tyrion

to serve as Hand
in his stead while he fights.

Out! All of you out!

I would like to know
how you tricked father into this.

If I were capable
of tricking father,

I'd be emperor
of the world by now.

You brought this
on yourself.

I've done nothing.

Quite right--
you did nothing

when your son called
for Ned Stark's head.

Now the entire North
has risen up against us.

- I tried to stop it.
- Did you? You failed.

That bit of theater will haunt
our family for a generation.

- Robb Stark is a child.
- Who's won every battle he's fought.

Do you understand
we're losing the war?

- What do you know about warfare?
- Nothing.

But I know people.

And I know that our enemies hate
each other

almost as much
as they hate us.

- Joffrey is King.
- Joffrey is King.

You are here
to advise him.

I'm only here
to advise him.

And if the King listens
to what I say,

the King might just get
his Uncle Jaime back.

How?

You love your children.

It's your one
redeeming quality.

That and your cheekbones.

The Starks love
their children as well.

- And we have two of them.
- One.

- One?
- Arya, little animal-- she disappeared.

Disappeared?
What, in a puff of smoke?

We had three Starks
to trade.

You chopped one's head off
and let another escape.

Father will be furious.

It must be odd for you...

to be the disappointing child.

My Lord, may the Old Gods
watch over your brother

and all our northern sons.

The walls of my Holdfast
will not stand the winter.

The stones were last mortared
in the time of King Aerys,

and I'm afraid
the masons today

are not fit to carry
their fathers' hammers.

When I was a boy,
I remember seeing them

put up a new tower
at Torrhen's Square in a summer.

Men worked back then.

Today, my Holdfast
looks like it was built

by drunk children.

At night you can hear the wind
howling through the gaps.

And the Gods
forbid it rains.

Why, I might as well sleep
beneath a waterfall.

Maintenance of a Holdfast

generally falls
to the lord of that Holdfast.

Generally, yes,

but I've sent
all the young men off

to fight
Robb Stark's war.

King Robb.
And it's not his war.

He didn't choose it.

Maybe not, My Lord,

but he called in his Banners
and took the men.

Joffrey killed my father,

your liege lord.

Do you remember
your vows, Ser?

Of course I remember!

We can spare four masons
for a week, My Lord.

Will that be sufficient
to repair your walls?

I-- I believe it will.

We didn't want him here
all day, did we?

I didn't like the way
he was talking about Robb.

Nor did I.

But listening to people
you'd rather not listen to

is one of your responsibilities
as Lord of Winterfell.

Lord Portan.

My Lord, may the Old Gods
watch over your brother

and all our northern sons.

Boil this for an hour
and drink the tea.

Makes all your pain
go away.

Don't have any pain.

Lucky for you.

That way.

You've been having
those dreams again.

I don't dream.

Everyone dreams.

I don't.

Heard some of the men
talking about the comet.

They say it's an omen.

They say it means Robb will win
a great victory in the South.

Did they?

I heard some other fools
say it's Lannister Red.

Means the Lannisters will rule
all Seven Kingdoms before long.

Heard a stableboy say
it's the color of blood

to mark the death
of your father.

The stars
don't fall for men.

The red comet means
one thing, boy--

dragons.

The dragons are all dead.

They've been dead
for centuries.

Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

What did your brother say
about them, Khaleesi?

He said they ate meat.

He didn't tell you
what kind of meat?

My brother didn't know
anything about dragons.

He didn't know anything
about anything.

Eh.

She was Drogo's
first gift to me.

I remember.

I promised
to protect them.

Promised them their enemies
would die screaming.

How do I make
starvation scream?

A trick I never learned,
I'm afraid.

Does it ever end?

This is farther east
than I've ever been.

But, yes, Khaleesi,

everything ends,
even the red waste.

And you're sure
there's no other way?

If we go south to the land
of the Lazarheen,

the Lamb Men will kill us
and take your dragons.

If we go west
to the Dothraki Sea,

the first
Khalasar we meet

will kill us
and take your dragons.

No one will take
my dragons.

They are too weak to fight,

as are your people.

You must be
their strength.

As you are mine.

Rakharo...

You never have.

This is bad time to start.

Having a rough time of it?

Nothing's killed me yet.

- Your ass killed the sledge.
- You offered me a ride.

I just wanted you to shut up about
your damn blisters.

I was born in a place
like this.

Later, I fell
on hard times.

Are those girls?

Craster's daughters.

I haven't seen a girl
in six months.

I'd keep on not seeing them
if I were you.

What, he don't like people messing
with his daughters?

He don't like people
messing with his wives.

He marries
his daughters,

and they give him
more daughters.

And on and on it goes.

- That's foul.
- It's beyond foul.

All the other wildlings for a
hundred leagues have disappeared.

Craster's still here.

He must be doing
something right.

What happens
to the boys?

- Hmm?
- He marries his daughters.

What does he do
with his sons?

He said he planned
to stop here

on his way
to the Frostfangs.

People make
all sorts of plans.

I haven't seen Benjen Stark
in three years.

Haven't missed him.

Always treated me
like scum.

Haven't had any good wine
for a long time.

You Southerners make good wine,
I'll give you that.

We're not Southerners.

Who's this little girl?

You're prettier
than half my daughters.

You got a nice wet twat
between your legs?

What's your name?

- Jon Snow.
- Snow, eh?

Listen to me, bastard.

All you lot from south of the Wall,
you're Southerners.

But now you're in the North,
the real North.

The lad meant no harm.

I catch that pretty little bastard
talking to my daughters--

No one will talk to your daughters,
you have my word.

Now, sit down
and shut your mouth.

You bring any of that
good wine with you?

We did.

We passed through
six villages on the way here.

All six were abandoned.

Where have all
the wildlings gone?

I could tell you,
but I'm thirsty.

There's a barrel of
Dornish wine on the sledge.

- Bring it in here.
- Yes, commander.

You want to know
where they've all gone?

North... to join up
with Mance Rayder...

Your old friend.

He's no friend of mine.

He broke his vows,
betrayed his brothers.

Oh, aye.

But once he was
just a poor black crow.

And now he's
King-Beyond-the-Wall.

He's been calling
himself that for years.

What's he king of?
A frozen lake somewhere?

That's a good-looking axe.

Fresh forged?

Give it here.

You'll have another one
made at Castle Black.

Here.

Oh, that's some
lovely steel.

You want to know
what Mance Rayder is doing?

Gathering an army.

What I hear,
he's already got more men

than any of your
southern kings.

And where does he plan
marching this army?

When you're
all the way north,

there's only
one direction to go.

These are bad times to be
living alone in the wild.

The cold winds
are rising.

Let them come.
My roots are sunk deep.

Wife...

tell the Lord Crow
how content we are.

This is our place.

Our husband keeps us safe.

Better to live free
than die a slave.

Don't it make you
jealous, old man,

to see me with
all these young wives

and you with no one
to warm your bed?

We chose different paths.

Oh, aye, and you chose the path
with no one but boys on it.

You'll be wanting to sleep
beneath my roof, I suppose,

and eat me out of pigs.

A roof would be welcome.

It's been hard riding.

We've brought our own food
and good steel for you.

Any man lays a hand
on one of my wives,

he loses the hand.

And I see this one
staring too long,

I might just gouge
his eyes out.

Your roof, your rules.

Who am I?!

- Who am I?!
- Lord commander.

- And who are you?
- Jon Snow.

Who are you?

Your steward.

You want to lead
one day?

Then learn
how to follow.

Lord of Light, come to us
in our darkness.

We offer you
these false Gods.

Take them and cast
your light upon us...

For the night is dark
and full of terrors.

For the night is dark
and full of terrors.

After the long summer,

darkness will fall heavy
on the world.

The stars will bleed.

We need to stop her.

The cold breath of winter
will freeze the seas...

Not now.

...And the dead shall rise
in the North.

All you men were named
in the Light of the Seven!

Is this how you treat
the Gods of your fathers?

Are you so eager to spit
on your ancestors?

You smell of fear--

fear and piss
and old bones.

Do you want to stop me?

Stop me.

In the ancient books,
it's written

that a warrior will draw
a burning sword from the fire.

And that sword shall be
Lightbringer.

Stannis Baratheon,

warrior of light,

your sword awaits you.

Lord, cast your
light upon us!

For the night is dark
and full of terrors.

For the night is dark
and full of terror.

This woman will lead him
into a war he cannot win.

Stannis is our king.

We follow
where he leads,

- even if we don't like the path.
- King.

Since that boar
killed his brother,

every lord wants
a coronation.

I don't serve the others.
I serve Stannis.

As do I,
but loyal service

means telling
hard truths.

He's surrounded
by fools and fanatics,

but he trusts you, Davos.

If you tell him
the truth...

What's the truth?

"And I declare upon
the honor of my house

that my beloved
brother Robert--"

he wasn't
my beloved brother.

I didn't love him.
He didn't love me.

A harmless courtesy,
Your Grace.

A lie.
Take it out.

"...that my brother Robert
left no trueborn heirs,

the boy Joffrey,
the boy Tommen,

and the girl Myrcella
being born of incest

between Cersei Lannister and
her brother Jaime Lannister.

- By right of birth--"
- Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer.

Call him what he is.

"...And her brother
Jaime Lannister,

the Kingslayer.

By right of birth and blood,
i do this day lay claim--"

Make it Ser Jaime Lannister,
the Kingslayer.

Whatever else he is,
the man's still a knight.

"Ser Jaime Lannister,
the Kingslayer.

By right of birth
and blood,

I do this day lay claim
to the Iron Throne of Westeros.

Let all true men
declare their loyalty."

When Eddard Stark learned
the truth, he told only me.

I'll not make
the same mistake.

Send copies of that letter
to every corner of the Realm,

from the Arbor
to the Wall.

The time has come
to choose.

Let no man claim ignorance
as an excuse.

Your Grace,the Lannisters
are the true enemy.

If, for the time being, you could
make peace with your brother--

I'll not make peace with Renly
while he calls himself King.

Well, many have already
declared for him--

Mace Tyrell,
Randyll Tarly.

Stannis does not need to beg
this lord or that lord for support.

The Lord of Light
stands behind him.

And how many ships has
the Lord of Light got in his fleet?

- He has no need for ships.
- I'm sure he doesn't,

but we do if we're
going to war.

If not Renly, Your Grace,
join forces with Robb Stark.

Who would steal
the northern half of my kingdom.

I've always served thieves
according to their desserts,

as you well know,
Ser Davos.

Joffrey, Renly, Robb Stark,
they're all thieves.

They'll bend the knee
or I'll destroy them.

I owe you
an apology, my King.

My duty is to serve.

You have chosen the new God
over the Old Gods.

May the Lord of Light
watch over us all.

Shall we drink together?

Don't.

A cup of wine to honor
the one true God.

The night is dark and full
of terrors, old man,

but the fire
burns them all away.

Your Grace.

King in the North.

I keep expecting you
to leave me

in one castle or another
for safekeeping,

but you drag me along
from camp to camp.

Have you grown
fond of me, Stark?

Is that it?

I've never seen you
with a girl.

If I left you with
one of my bannermen,

your father would know
within a fortnight

and my bannerman would receive
a raven with a message:

"Release my son and you'll be rich
beyond your dreams.

Refuse and your house
will be destroyed, root and stem."

You don't trust
the loyalty

of the men following
you into battle?

Oh, I trust them
with my life,

just not with yours.

Smart boy.

What's wrong?

Don't like
being called "boy"?

Insulted?

You insult yourself,
Kingslayer.

You've been defeated by a boy.

You're held captive
by a boy.

Perhaps you'll be
killed by a boy.

Stannis Baratheon
sent ravens

to all the high lords
of Westeros.

King Joffrey Baratheon
is neither a true king

nor a true Baratheon.

He's your bastard son.

If that's true,
Stannis is the rightful king.

How convenient for him.

My father learned
the truth.

That's why
you had him executed.

I was your prisoner
when Ned Stark lost his head.

Your son killed him

so the world wouldn't
learn who fathered him.

And you-- you pushed
my brother from a window

because he saw you
with the queen.

You have proof?

Or do you want to trade gossip
like a couple of fishwives?

I'm sending one of your cousins
down to King's Landing

with my peace terms.

You think my father's going
to negotiate with you?

You don't know him
very well.

No, but he's starting
to know me.

Three victories
don't make you a conqueror.

It's better than
three defeats.

This city stinks...

Like dead bodies.

A bit corpsey, yes.

And shit.

I thought you wanted
to come here.

I love it.

You love the smell
of dead bodies and shit?

And cum and garlic
and rum.

You can smell cum
from the balcony?

I love the stink.
I love the noise.

Cities make me
want to fuck.

And so did the country.

This is where I belong.

Yes, well, you need
to be careful.

No one can know
you're here.

No one will know.

You can't trust anyone
in King's Landing.

They're all liars--
good liars, bad liars,

one or two great liars.

What about you?

Me? I'm not from here.
I'm a slave to the truth.

Truth?

You are the biggest
little liar I have ever met.

Why do you think
I am so little?

I'm being crushed beneath the
weight of all that truth.

Oh!

Ned Stark actually
slept on this.

As if the poor man
didn't suffer enough.

One of the many changes
we'll have to make around here.

- Lord Baelish.
- Your Grace.

I wonder if I might
ask you for a favor.

Of course,
Your Grace.

Ned Stark's youngest
daughter Arya--

we can't seem
to locate her.

If she's escaped
the capital,

Winterfell seems
the logical destination.

And yet my friends in the North
report no sign of her.

Curious.

If we choose to negotiate
with the Starks,

the girl has some value.
Whoever finds her--

well, you know what they say about
Lannisters and debts.

Well, you could ask
Varys where she is.

He'll have
an answer for you.

Whether you believe it...

Myself, I have always had
a hard time trusting eunuchs.

Who knows what they want?

A mockingbird.

You created your
own Sigil, didn't you?

Yes.

Appropriate...
for a self-made man

with so many
songs to sing.

I'm glad you like it.

Some people are
fortunate enough

to be born into
the right family.

Others have to find
their own way.

I heard a song once

about a boy
of modest means

who found his way into the
home of a very prominent family.

He loved
the eldest daughter.

Sadly, she had eyes
for another.

When boys and girls
live in the same home,

awkward situations
can arise.

Sometimes, I've heard,
even brothers and sisters

develop
certain affections.

And when these affections
become common knowledge,

well, that is an awkward
situation indeed,

especially
in a prominent family.

But prominent families
often forget a simple truth,

I've found.

And which truth is that?

Knowledge is power.

Seize him.

Cut his throat.

Stop. Wait.

I've changed my mind.
Let him go.

Step back three paces.

Turn around.

Close your eyes.

Power is power.

Do see if you can
take some time away from

your coins and your whores

to locate
the Stark girl for me.

I would very much
appreciate it.

You're Ser Alton Lannister?

I am, Your Grace.

I offer your cousins peace
if they meet my terms.

First, your family
must release my sisters.

Second, my father's bones
must be returned to us

so he may rest beside
his brother and sister

in the crypts
beneath Winterfell.

And the remains of all those
who died in his service

must also be returned.

Their families can honor
them with proper funerals.

- An honorable request, Your Grace.
- Third...

Joffrey and the Queen Regent
must renounce all claim

to dominion of the North.

From this time
till the end of time,

we are a free
and independent kingdom.

The King in the North.

King in the North.

Neither Joffrey
nor any of his men

shall set foot
in our lands again.

If he disregards
this command,

he shall suffer
the same fate as my father,

only I don't need a servant
to do my beheading for me.

These are-- Your Grace,
these are--

these are my terms.

If the Queen Regent and her son
meet them, I'll give them peace.

If not...

I will litter the south
with Lannister dead.

King Joffrey is a Baratheon,
Your Grace.

Oh, is he?

You'll ride at daybreak,
Ser Alton.

That will be all
for tonight.

A word, Your Grace?

You don't have to call me
"Your Grace" when no one's around.

It's not so bad
once you get used to it.

I'm glad someone's
gotten used to it.

The Lannisters are going to reject
your terms, you know?

Of course they are.

We can fight them
in the fields as long as you like,

but we won't beat them until you
take King's Landing.

And we can't take
King's Landing without ships.

My father has ships and men
who know how to sail them.

Men who fought
my father.

Men who fought King Robert
to free themselves

from the yoke of the South,
just like you're doing now.

I'm his only living son.

He'll listen to me.
I know he will.

I'm not a Stark.
I know that.

But your father raised me
to be an honorable man.

We can avenge him
together.

You don't want
Balon Greyjoy for an ally.

I need his ships.
They say he has 200.

They say a million rats
live in the sewers of King's Landing.

Shall we rally them
to fight for us?

I understand you don't
trust Lord Greyjoy.

I don't trust Lord Greyjoy because
he is not trustworthy.

Your father had to go to war
to end his rebellion.

Yes. And now I'm the one
rebelling against the throne.

Before me, it was father.

You married one rebel
and mothered another.

I mothered more than
just rebels,

a fact you seem
to have forgotten.

If I trade the Kingslayer
for two girls,

my bannermen will string me up
by my feet.

You want to leave Sansa
in the Queen's hands?

And Arya--

I haven't heard
a word about Arya.

What are we fighting for
if not for them?

It's more complicated
than that!

You know it is.

It's time for me
to go home.

I haven't seen Bran
or Rickon in months.

You can't go
to Winterfell.

I beg your pardon?

I'll send Rodrik
to watch over the boys

because tomorrow
you'll ride south to the Stormlands.

Why in the name
of all the Gods--

because I need you to negotiate
with Renly Baratheon.

He's rallied
an army of 100,000.

You know him.
You know his family.

I haven't seen Renly Baratheon
since he was a boy.

You have a hundred
other lords--

Which of these lords
do I trust more than you?

If Renly sides with us,

we'll outnumber them
two to one.

When they feel the jaws beginning
to shut, they'll sue for peace.

We'll get the girls back.

Then we'll all
go home... for good.

I will ride at first light.

We will all be together
again soon, I promise.

You've done so well.

Your father
would be... proud.

- Give Lord Renly my regards.
- King Renly.

There's a king
in every corner now.

What is all this?

Returning this room
to its proper appearance.

Say what you will about the Targaryens--
they were conquerors.

That is a seat
for a conqueror.

It needs a room to match it,
not vines and flowers.

We can't find Arya Stark.

With luck, she's dead
in a ditch somewhere.

Perhaps. But if not,
we need her.

They'll never give Jaime back
to us for Sansa alone.

I think they might.
They're weak.

They put too much value
on their women.

We need to set our armies
to the task of finding her.

Send out as many men
as we can.

I'm sure if you asked
grandfather--

The King does not ask;
He commands.

And my grandfather's
stupidity in the field of battle

is the reason Robb Stark has
Uncle Jaime in the first place.

His life is in danger.

We're at war.

All our lives
are in danger.

I heard a disgusting lie
about Uncle Jaime.

And you.

Our enemies
will say anything

to weaken your claim
to the throne.

It's not a claim.
The throne is mine.

Of course it is.

No one believes
this foul gossip.

Someone believes it.

Father had
other children?

Besides me and Tommen
and Myrcella?

What are you asking?

I'm asking if he fucked
other women

when he grew tired
of you.

How many bastards
does he have running--

What you just did
is punishable by death.

You will never
do it again.

Never.

That will be all,
Mother.

No, no, no, no.

Do you have any idea
how ridiculous you sound?

Ease into it.

Slowly, with passion.

Oh, yeah.

Go wash yourselves.
Put some clothes on.

Both of you
are working tonight.

We do things
differently here, Daisy.

This isn't some five-copper
bawdy house in Hayseed Hall.

- Haystack Hall.
- Wherever you're from.

Our establishment
doesn't cater

to ploughmen
and goat herders.

Lord Olsen.

Taste is
everything here.

Littlefinger's
a fancy man.

Don't call him
Littlefinger.

He doesn't like it.

Lord Baelish.

She pretends she doesn't
speak the common tongue

so that people
will think she's exotic.

She grew up just down the road
in flea bottom.

She's beautiful.

She's a dumb slut, really,
but a lid for every pot.

Lord Commander.

Good to see you...
Again.

You do realize
this establishment

is owned by
Lord Petyr Baelish,

the King's
Master of Coin...

Coin which goes
in many pockets.

- Orders.
- Whose orders?

Someone who doesn't care
what Littlefinger thinks.

No, you can't.
No! Please!

No! Not my Barra!

- Please. Please.
- Enough. Get it done.

- Kill the bastard.
- No, no!

- Please.
- Give it here.

No, please.

Spread out.
Search every house.

Every room.
Look in every room.

People shouting )

Gendry!
His name is Gendry.

Where is
the bastard?

The Night's Watch!
Please, stop!

Where?

They took him up the Kingsroad,
heading north.

- How will we know him?
- He's got a bull's head helmet.

- He made it himself.
- Find him.

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