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What are they oing
with the boies?

Get back to work.

No. I've been here
for weeks.

I'm not scrubbing
one more corpse

until you tell me
why I'm oing it.

You will know why.

- When?
- When it's time, not before.

Get back to work.

When o I get to play the game?

Game?

The game.
The Game of Faces.

You trie alreay.
You faile.

I in't even know
I was playing.

Who are you?

No one.

Get back to work.

Who are you?

What are you oing here?
How i you get here?

I'm from Westeros just like you.

aughter of a lor
just like you.

Except I was an only chil.

Heir to his fortune.

My mother ie.

My father remarrie
an his new wife

gave birth to a girl.

My stepmother in't want any
rivals for her precious aughter,

so she trie
to kill me with poison.

I foun out.

Sought help from
the Faceless Men.

An my father was wiowe again.

I've been serving them
ever since.

Was that true or a lie?

What?

i you believe
every wor I sai?

Get back to work.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Arya.

An where i you come from?

Westeros.

My family home is Winterfell.

I'm the youngest aughter
of a great lor,

Ear Stark.

He ie in battle.

A lie.

After he was execute,
I fle the capital.

Ha to kill a stable boy.

rove my swor through his back.

A lie.

I stabbe him in the gut.

I trie to fin
my mother an brother,

but I never i.

They were murere
by Waler Frey.

An outlaw kinappe me,
a man calle Polliver.

A man calle the Houn.
Sanor Clegane.

He trie to sell me,
but was woune in a fight.

He begge me to kill him,
but I wouln't.

I left him
in the mountains to ie.

I wante him to suffer.
I hate him.

I hate him.

That's not a lie!

A girl lies to me,

to the Many-Face Go,
to herself.

oes she truly
want to be no one?

Yes.

I'm not playing
this stupi game anymore!

We never stop playing.

So, those villages
we were suppose to fin?

We can't live on
berries an roots.

I can.

You're not hungry?

Of course I'm hungry.

You're an awful travelling
companion, o you know that?

Possibly the least
charming man I've ever met.

I'm not your travelling
companion.

We are travelling together in
each other's company, therefore...

o you ever shut up?

I saile from King's Laning
to Pentos in a crate

without ever saying a wor.

Why?

It never occurre to you
to ask why until now?

You never wonere
why Tyrion Lannister

ecie to visit
a brothel in Volantis?

I'm sure you visite many
brothels in many cities.

I kille my father.

He wante to execute me
for a crime I in't commit.

An he was fucking
the woman I love.

As miserable
as you are, Mormont,

at least your father
was a goo man.

What o you know
about my father?

I met him.
I visite the Wall.

When I aske him about his men,

he knew all their stories,
every one of them.

He actually care about the
people uner his comman.

How o they put it in the Watch?

"We shall never see
his like again."

Oh, you in't know.

I'm sorry.
I am.

How?

I only know what I hear.

How?

He was leaing an
expeition beyon the Wall.

There was a mutiny.

He was murere by his own men.

We better keep moving.

Valar morghulis.

Valar ohaeris.

I have nowhere else to go.

I've taken her to every
healer in Braavos.

I've spent every penny I ha.

She suffers every ay
of her life.

I just want it to en.

It hurts.

I know.

on't be afrai.

I use to be like you.

I was sick.

I was ying.

But my father
never gave up on me.

He love me

more than anything in the worl,

just like your father loves you.

So he brought me here.

My father praye
to the Many-Face Go.

An I rank the water
from his fountain.

It heale me.

I've evote my life to him now.

You on't want to hurt anymore?

rink.

Is a girl reay?

To give up her ears,
her nose, her tongue?

Her hopes an reams,
her loves an hates?

All that makes a girl
who she is?

Forever?

No.

A girl is not reay
to become no one.

But she is reay
to become someone else.

Why aenerys? Why is
she worth all this?

As I recall, the Mormonts
fought against the Targaryens

uring Robert's Rebellion.

o you believe in anything?

I believe in lots of things.

In something greater
than ourselves, I mean.

The gos, estiny.

o you believe there's
a plan for this worl?

No.

Neither i I.

I was a cynic just like you.

Then I saw a girl
step into a great fire

with three stone eggs.

When the fire burne out, I thought
I' fin her blackene bones.

Instea, I saw her, aenerys,

alive an unhurt,
holing her baby ragons.

Have you ever hear
baby ragons singing?

No.

It's har to be
a cynic after that.

oesn't mean she's going
to be a great queen.

No, it oesn't.

The Targaryens
are famously insane.

What if she conquers the worl?
Then what?

1,000 years of peace
an prosperity?

First we have
to conquer the worl.

We?

All right, let's assume
your reams come true.

She's ecstatic when you
bring her this enemy warf.

She hacks off my hea
an restores your position.

You comman her army,
sail to Westeros,

efeat all your enemies an
watch her climb those steps

an sit on the Iron Throne.

Hurrah. Long live the queen.
Then what?

Then she rules.

So a woman who has not spent a
single ay of her ault life

in Westeros becomes the ruler of Westeros?
That's justice?

- She's the rightful heir.
- Why?

Because her father, who burne living
men for amusement, was the king?

- That's a slave ship.
- Why are they anchore?

They probably
came ashore for...

Water.

Got a lot of fight in you, huh?

Salt mines?

Yeah, that or a galley slave.

He looks strong enough.

What about the warf?

Worthless.

Cut his throat.

Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait!
Let's iscuss this.

An then chop off his cock.

We'll sell it for a fortune.

A warf's cock has magic powers.

Wait! Wait!

Wait, wait, wait!

You can't just han
a ry cock to a merchant

an expect him to pay for it.

He has to know
it came from a warf.

An how coul he know
unless he sees the warf?

It will be
a warf-size cock.

Guess again.

The warf lives until we
fin a cock merchant.

Queen aenerys
has outlawe slavery.

We're boun for Volantis,
not Slaver's Bay.

Besies, she reopene
the fighting pits.

I've never hear of free men
fighting in the pits.

The fighting pits in Meereen?

You're in luck, then.
You're about to be rich.

You are looking at one of the great
warriors in the Seven Kingoms.

Him.

Him? He's got to
be 60 years ol.

Sure, he's a bit
long in the tooth,

a bit withere,
been in the sun too long.

We can all see that. But he
is a veteran of 100 battles.

They wrote songs about him.

That true?

He won the tournament
at Lannisport.

Unseating Ser Jaime
Lannister himself.

The Kingslayer.

Jousting. You're talking
about jousting.

A fancy game for fancy las.

The men who fight in the pits of
Meereen will swallow him whole.

I kille a othraki
bloorier in single combat.

Liar.

It's no lie.
His name was Qotho.

He was bloorier to Khal rogo.

Take me to Slaver's Bay,
put a swor in my han,

I'll prove my worth.

For my chilren.
Money.

Lor Baelish.

Yes?

Lancel Lannister.

Brother Lancel.

We abanon our family names.

Quite a family to abanon.

The city has change
since you were here last.

We flooe the gutters
with wine,

smashe the false iols,

an set the goless on the run.

Well one.

I'm here on urgent business
for the Queen Mother.

Shoul I sen wor
that I'll be elaye?

Step carefully, Lor Baelish.

You'll fin there's little
tolerance for flesh pelers

in the new King's Laning.

We both pele fantasies,
Brother Lancel.

Mine just happen
to be entertaining.

o you think it's wise,
Your Grace,

arresting the heir
to Highgaren?

The Faith arreste
the heir to Highgaren.

Of course, an the Faith
were arme on your orers.

The king's orers.

Is the king to blame
for Ser Loras's perversion?

House Tyrell won't
tolerate this insult.

House Tyrell won't tolerate it?

I'm the insulte party,
Lor Baelish.

Ser Loras was promise to me.

Instea he chose
the company of boys.

One's choice of companion
is a curious thing.

Most curious.

Lysa Arryn, for instance.

Thoroughly repellant woman.

Forgive me.

I know you're still in mourning.

Lysa was a goo woman.

A kin woman.

She was neither of those things.
We both know it.

Still, I pity her son.

How fortunate the young
Lor of the Vale

has a new father to counsel him.

I know how har it can be

to lose both your parents
at such a young age.

If war comes to Westeros, will the Knights
of the Vale fight for their king?

Young Lor Robin
hees my avice.

An I have always counsele
loyalty to the throne.

Goo.

If there's nothing else.

There is another matter,
Your Grace.

Something so urgent I couln't
trust the wors to a raven.

You once charge me
with fining Arya Stark.

To my shame, I faile you.

But I have foun Sansa Stark.

Alive an well an home again

living at Winterfell.

That's not possible.

My sources are well place.

They tell me Roose Bolton

plans to marry her
to his son Ramsay,

a bastar recently
legitimize by King Tommen.

Roose Bolton is Waren of the
North by the grace of my father.

Inee, his rewar for stabbing
his own king in the heart.

We were fools
to trust a turncloak.

Marrying his son
to the last of the Starks

gives him more legitimacy
in the North

than an alliance with
a hate southern house.

I will skin him an his bastar

like that wretch
on their blooy sigil.

I woul counsel
patience, Your Grace.

Patience?

Sansa helpe murer my son.

Roose Bolton is a traitor.

Stannis Baratheon
is also a traitor,

marching with his army
on Winterfell.

Let Stannis an Roose battle.

Let the enemies of the
throne slaughter each other.

An when they're one, seize Winterfell
from whichever thief survives.

Winterfell is 1,000 miles
away from here.

The weather has alreay
begun to turn.

That is why it is critical
to strike soon

while the victor
still licks his wouns.

Surely your Uncle Kevan
coul muster a force.

My Uncle Kevan has all the
courage of a kitchen mouse.

Ser Jaime, then.

Jaime's away on a sensitive
iplomatic mission.

I have no iea
when he'll be back.

Perhaps I can help.

The Knights of the Vale are some
of the best fighters in Westeros,

traine to battle
in the ice an the snow.

Forgive me, Lor Baelish,

you have a reputation
as a moneylener

an a brothel keeper,
not a military man.

You wouln't risk
a single Lannister solier

or a single coin
from the royal treasury.

What o you have to lose?

A brothel keeper?

An if you succee?

Name me Waren of the North.

I'll speak to the king
this evening,

have him issue a royal ecree.

I'll not rest until the
lion flies over Winterfell.

An I'll know
you're a man of your wor

when I see Sansa Stark's
hea on a spike.

As I sai...

I live to serve.

I'm going to ask him tomorrow.

- What if he says no?
- He won't.

We've waite long enough.

I want you to be my wife.

Now.

What is it?

o you want to marry me because
our families arrange it?

Or o you...

We can't.
Not yet.

Why not?

You know why not.
Someone will see.

You are going to be my wife.

I am going to be your husban.

We're allowe to walk through
the garens together.

How many other girls have you
walke through these garens?

I like the way your eyes go
squinty when you're jealous.

They o not go squinty an you
in't answer the question.

They make a lovely couple.

A Lannister an a Martell.

They have no iea
how angerous that is.

We must protect them.

Yes, my prince.

You haven't ha to use that
axe of yours in a long time.

I hope you remember how.

I remember how.

* The ornishman's
wife was as fair as the sun *

* An her kisses
were warmer than spring *

* The ornishman's blae *

* It was mae of black steel *

* An its kiss
was a terrible thing *

* The ornishman's wife
woul sing as she bathe *

- * In a voice that was sweet as a peach... *
- All right, that's enough.

I'm coming to the best part.

We're trying to blen in.

on't want everyone in
orne to hear your accent.

This song really is
all about the ening.

It can wait.
There.

That's the Water Garens.

An once we've got
the princess, then what?

I like to improvise.

That explains the golen han.

Unbowe. Unbent.
Unbroken.

For Oberyn.

For Oberyn.

Well, she's mae
herself at home.

Myrcella.

Uncle Jaime?

I...

I on't unerstan.
What are you oing here?

Let's speak in private.

- I am Trystane Martell.
- Trystane is my intene.

Excellent.
Goo to meet you.

We weren't expecting you,
Lor Jaime.

Why on't you let them
have some time alone, son?

Let's not o something stupi.

That was something stupi.

We have to go, Myrcella, now.

- You hurt him!
- He'll be fine, I promise.

But we have to...

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Take her!

- You're coming with me.
- I on't want to.

I wasn't asking, princess.

- Ah!
- rop your weapons!

I am Obara San.

aughter of Oberyn Martell.

I fight for orne.
Who o you fight for?

rop your weapons.

When you were whole, it woul
have been a goo fight.

You fight pretty goo
for a little girl.

Halt!

Oh, you can smell the shit
from five miles away.

Well, why have we stoppe?
Go on.

Rumors an gossip,
that's all they've got.

It's theater, nothing more.

If they arreste all the pillow
biters in King's Laning,

there' be no room left in the
ungeons for anyone else.

Everyone knew
about him an Renly.

Renly Baratheon shagge half the
stable boys in the Seven Kingoms.

Everyone knew, no one care.

But he was the king's brother.

An Loras
is the queen's brother.

No, no, no, no.
This is unacceptable.

- Cersei's behin it.
- Yeah, of course she is.

She wants to rag our
name through the irt,

put us in our place.

Get some rest, ear.
You look appalling.

Let me eal
with Cersei Lannister.

Your Grace, I have
travelle a long way.

You must be exhauste.

Put the pen own, ear. We both
know you're not writing anything.

Ah, yes. The famously
tart-tongue Queen of Thorns.

An the famous tart
Queen Cersei.

I beg your paron?

I know you're behin this absur
incarceration of my granson.

If you apologize for that
comment, perhaps I'll...

You'll get your apology
when I get Loras.

I was as shocke as anyone

when the Faith
arreste Ser Loras.

I have no love
for these fanatics,

but what can a Queen Mother o?

Has the crown
suenly stoppe neeing

the troops, gol, an
wheat my house supplies?

I can assure you,

our alliance with
House Tyrell remains...

o you expect
the alliance to continue

after you've thrown
our future into prison?

As I sai,

I in't imprison anyone.

As for your
veile threats...

What veil?

The Lannister-Tyrell alliance brought
peace to a war-torn country.

o you really want to see the Seven
Kingoms slie back into warfare?

I in't trust your father.

I in't particularly like him.

But I respecte him.
He was no fool.

He unerstoo that sometimes
we must work with our rivals

rather than estroy them.

House Lannister has no rival.

The High Septon has calle
for an inquest, not a trial.

Just a small hearing
to etermine

whether the charges
against Loras have merit,

which I'm sure they on't.

Loras will be free, our happy
alliance will continue...

an we'll forget this unfortunate
conversation ever happene.

Goo ay, Lay Olenna.

You are aware of the rumors
concerning you an Renly?

I on't pay attention to rumors.

You were sai to be
esponent when he ie.

Witnesses state that you
refuse to leave his besie

even as Stannis's army
close in.

He was my frien.
He was my king.

Wasn't Joffrey your king?

He was anointe
by the Seven, not Renly.

I was wrong to support
Renly's claim, I know that.

But I was forgiven by Joffrey.

I fought for him at the
Battle of Blackwater.

Yes, wearing Renly's armor.

Why oes it matter what I wore?

o you eny all
the charges against you?

Fornication.

Buggery.
Blasphemy.

Of course I eny them.

You never lay
with Renly Baratheon?

Never.

Nor any other man?

Never.

That will be all, Ser Loras.

Well, I think that's
quite enough of that.

The Faith calls
Queen Margaery forwar.

You call me forwar?

Yes, we have some
questions for you.

- I am the queen.
- You are.

An accoring
to the law of the Seven,

neither kings
nor queens are exempt

from testimony
at a holy inquest.

How o you respon to these
charges against your brother?

They are lies.

- All of them?
- All of them.

Queen Margaery,

in the presence of the gos,

o you swear that your
brother is innocent

of these charges against him

to the best of your knowlege?

Yes, I swear it.

Thank you, Your Grace.

o you know this man?

Yes, very well.

He is Ser Loras Tyrell,
heir to Highgaren.

How i you come to meet?

I squire for him.

He took a liking to me.

He summone me to his chamber
the first ay we met.

An what occurre
in his chamber?

We engage
in intimate relations.

You lay with him?

That night an many others.

Liar.
He's a liar.

Is there anyone else
who can support your claim?

Yes.

Yes, Queen Margaery.

She walke in on us once
not long ago.

She in't seem surprise.

This testimony is an insult
to a great house.

Why shoul the Faith or anyone
else take the wor of a squire

over the heir to Highgaren?

He has a birthmark, Your Grace.

Quite high on his thigh.

Wine-colore an roughly
the shape of orne.

No! Liar!

What are you oing?
Let us pass.

The Faith is satisfie
there is enough evience

to bring a formal trial

for Ser Loras

an Queen Margaery.

What?

Bearing false witness
before the gos

is as grave a sin
as any, my lay.

Take her.

No. Tommen.

Tommen!

You can't o this.
I am the queen.

Tommen!
Tommen!

I am your queen.
How are you?

Take your hans off me!

Tommen!

What o you want?

Lor Ramsay sent me to
raw you a bath, my lay.

You want to be clean an fresh

for your new husban, on't you?

You're so beautiful,

but you nee to keep him happy.

Ramsay gets bore easily.

You on't want
to en up like...

well, like the others.

What others?

I shouln't gossip.

Oh, it's goo to see
the re again.

No point hiing anymore.

What others?

Let's see, there was Kyra

the blacksmith's aughter.

She was tall like you,
lovely figure.

But she talke
an talke an talke

an Ramsay grew tire of that.

Then there was Violet.

She ha gorgeous blone hair.

But she got pregnant.

An, well, that was boring.

Then Tansy.

Such a sweet girl.

Of course, sweet girls
get a bit ull

after a while, on't they?

Ramsay let me come
with him on that hunt.

Hunt?

Mmm.

Have you ever seen a boy after
the ogs have been at it?

Not so pretty.

But, well, it's your
weing ay.

Why am I talking
about such things?

What was your name again?

Myrana.

An how long have yo
love him, Myrana?

i you imagine that he woul be
with you forever, is that it?

An I came along an ruine it.

I'm Sansa Stark of Winterfell.

This is my home
an you can't frighten me.

Are you one with
your bath, my lay?

Go. I can finish
on my own.

Yes?

I've come to escort you
to the goswoo, my lay.

If you please, my lay,
will you take my arm?

No.

Lor Ramsay, he sai
I'm to take your arm.

I'm not touching you.

Please.

He'll punish me.

You think I care
what he oes to you?

Who comes before
the ol gos this night?

Sansa of the House Stark

comes here to be we.

A woman grown,
trueborn an noble.

She comes to beg the
blessings of the gos.

Who comes to claim her?

Ramsay of House Bolton.

Heir to the reafort
an Winterfell.

Who gives her?

Theon of House Greyjoy,
who was...

who was her father's war.

Lay Sansa,
will you take this man?

I take this man.

Are you please, my lay?

Goo. I want you
to be happy.

My father sai
you're still a virgin.

- Uh, yes.
- Why?

Why are you still a virgin?

Afrai of warves?

Lor... Lor Tyrion was kin.

He was gentle.
He never touche me.

You're not lying to me?

No, my lor.

Lying to your husban
on his weing night,

that woul be a ba way
to start a marriage.

We're man an wife now.

We shoul be honest
with each other.

on't you think?

Yes.

Goo.

Take off your clothes.

Oh, no, no, no.

You stay here, Reek.

You watch.

o I nee to ask a secon time?

I hate asking a secon time.

Reek...

I tol you to watch.

You've known Sansa
since she was a girl.

Now watch her become a woman.