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JAIME: I made a deal for you,

to keep your ungrateful head
on your neck a little while longer.

TYRION: I'm sorry, what am I grateful for?

The opportunity to live and die at the Wall
as punishment for a crime I did not commit?

You threw your life away.

It's not a joke.
You understand that, don't you?

Of course it's a joke,
just not a very funny one.

I couldn't listen to her
standing there, telling her lies.

I couldn't do it.

You fell in love with a whore.

Yes.

And I was stupid enough to think
that she had fallen in love with me.

That deal you made,

it was everything Father wanted.

You do see that? He gets
you back as his heir.

The future Lord of the Rock.

And he ships me off to Castle Black,
out of sight at last.

All so perfect.

It felt good to take that from him.

He knows I'm innocent
and he's willing to sacrifice me anyway.

He's willing to sacrifice any of us.

Not you.

You're the golden son.

You could kill a king, lose a hand,

fuck your own sister,
you'll always be the golden son.

Careful.

I'm the last friend you've got.

At least I got to tell
them what they really are.

Yes, brilliant speech.

They'll be talking about
it for days to come.

I thought you were a realist.

Didn't realise you'd die for pride.

Don't give up on me just yet.

I survived one trial by combat,
even though you weren't there to save me.

I can't save you this time either.

My training has proved that I can't
beat a stable boy with my left hand.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Even if you lose, imagine the look
on Father's face when you fall.

(CHUCKLES)

Our family name snuffed out
with a single swing of the sword.

- It is tempting.
- (LAUGHS)

Well...

Bronn fought for me once,
he'll do it again.

If he wins,

I expect I'll be in his debt
for the rest of my life.

If he wins.

Will you find him for me?

Who does Cersei plan
on naming as a champion?

I hope it's Ser Meryn Trant.

I'd enjoy watching Bronn
disembowel that pompous child beater.

No.

Not Ser Meryn.

(SHOUTING)

(GASPING)

GUARD: Go on, move it.

And you.

Come on.

(SHOUTING)

Mercy.

Please.

Please, mercy.

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTS)

CERSEI: Ser Gregor.

Welcome to the capital.

Thank you for riding here so quickly.

You seem to be in good form.

Who am I fighting?

Does it matter?

Could be food.

Could be soldiers.

(MAN GROANING)

You shouldn't be sitting
out here like this.

Where else to sit?

Tried to walk back to me hut,

hurt too much.

Then I remembered they burned me hut down.

Who were "they"?

I stopped asking a while ago.

That's not going to get better.

Doesn't seem so.

A bad way to go.

Haven't you had enough?

Of what?

I know.

Time to go.

Take matters into me own hands.

(GROANS)

The thought has occurred to me.

So why go on?

Habit.

Nothing could be worse than this.

Maybe nothing is worse than this.

Nothing isn't better or
worse than anything.

Nothing is just nothing.

Who are you?

My name is Arya.

Arya Stark.

You her father?

Her captor.

Bringing her to her aunt for ransom.

A fair exchange, that is.

Always held to the notion of fair exchange
in all my dealings.

You give me, I give you.

Fair.

A balance.

No balance any more.

(GROANS)

Could I have a drink?

Dying is thirsty work.

Wish it were wine.

So do I.

(GRUNTS)

That's where the heart is.

That's how you kill a man.

(GRUNTING)

(NECK SNAPS)

(GROANING)

The fuck you doing?

There's a price on your head.

Guess that's what the king does
when you tell him to fuck off.

The king's dead.

He drank poisoned wine at his own wedding.

The bounty on you
is for killing Lannister soldiers.

A hundred silver stags.

And you thought you were
going to collect it?

Didn't think very hard, did you?

You were Yoren's prisoners
when he was taking me to the Wall.

He told me he'd fuck me
bloody with a stick.

This day's really not working out
the way you planned.

He on your little list?

He can't be.

I don't know his name.

What's your name?

- Rorge.
- Thank you.

(GASPS)

You're learning.

- (HORN BLOWING)
- MAN: Rangers returning!

(HAMMERING METAL)

MAN: They return!

- Rangers returning!
- Greetings.

MAN: Didn't think I'd see you again.

All right, Jon?

Welcome back, brother.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Lord Snow.

(GHOST GROWLS SOFTLY)

This is no place for wild beasts.
Lock him away,

or I'll let Hobb throw
him in tonight's stew.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Come on, Ghost.

Mance's army was closing in
on Craster's Keep when we left.

We saw their campfires from Osric's Hill.

They'll reach the Wall
before the next full moon.

I'm surprised you didn't ride over
and say hello.

The King-beyond-the-Wall
is your old friend, isn't he?

We need to prepare.

We've been preparing.

We should seal the tunnel.

(MEN MURMURING)

Plug it with rocks and ice.
Flood it and let it freeze.

ALLISER: And how would we range north?

- We wouldn't.
- MAN: Coward!

You would cut off our legs,
pluck out our eyes,

leave us cowering behind the Wall
hoping for the storm to pass?

We can't defend the gate
against 100,000 men.

This castle has stood
for thousands of years.

The Night's Watch has defended her
for thousands of years.

And in all those centuries,
we have never sealed the tunnel.

Have you ever seen a giant, Ser Alliser?

I have.

The tunnel's gate won't stop them.

The bars on those gates
are four inches thick.

Cold-rolled steel.

And they won't stop them.

Remind me which order you belong to,
Lord Snow.

The stewards.

Are the stewards responsible
for maintaining the tunnel?

No.

Who would that be?

- The builders.
- Ah, the builders.

First Builder Yarwyck,

Lord Snow here recommends
sealing the tunnel,

leaving us unable to carry out our duties
as sworn brothers of the Night's Watch.

Do you agree with him?

No.

ALLISER: Given your deep knowledge
of the wildling army, Lord Snow,

you and Tarly will take night duties
atop the Wall until the full moon.

(MEN LAUGHING)

Moving on.

First Builder, we'll need 100 barrels
of pitch brought atop the Wall.

YARWYCK: Aye.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

My lord.

You have new clothes.

Do you like 'em? Eh?

Gloves are doeskin.

Softer than a virgin's thighs.

I sent for you days ago.

- I've been a bit busy.
- Doing what?

My lonesome bachelor days are over.

I'm to wed Lollys Stokeworth.

Lollys Stokeworth?

She doesn't strike me as your sort of girl.

I wouldn't say I had a single sort of girl.

She's dim-witted.

If I wanted wits, I'd marry you.

When my sister arranged this love match,

did she mention
that Lollys has an older sister?

Falyse.

Aye, I did know.

And you understand the
rules of inheritance?

Falyse is 40 and barren.

She still gets Castle Stokeworth
when her father dies.

She does.

Unless she happens to perish
before her father.

Then Lollys gets the castle.

What? Ladies fall from their horses
and snap their pretty necks all the time.

You and my sister deserve each other.

Why did you bother to come here?

You once said if anyone ever asked me
to sell you out, you'd double their price.

Is it two wives you want or two castles?

One of each will do.

But if you want me
to kill the Mountain for you,

it'd better be a damn big castle.

I'm a bit short on castles at the moment.
But I can offer you gold and gratitude.

I have gold.

What can I buy with gratitude?

You might be surprised.

A Lannister always pays his debts.

Your sister's a Lannister, too.

My wife is heir to Winterfell.

If I emerge from this
with my head still on my shoulders,

I may one day rule the North in her name.

I could carve you out a big piece of it.

If and may and could.

It's bloody cold up north.

Lollys is soft and warm. And close.

If I gave you the choice between
fucking Lollys and fighting the Mountain,

you'd have your britches down
and your cock out before I could blink.

Does he frighten you so much?

I'd be a bloody fool if
he didn't frighten me.

He's freakish big and strong.

And quicker than you'd expect
for a man of that size.

Maybe I could take him,

dance around
until he's so tired of hacking at me,

he dropped his sword,
get him off his feet somehow.

But one misstep

and I'm dead.

Why should I risk it?

Because you're my friend.

Aye, I'm your friend.

And when have you ever risked your life
for me?

I like you,

pampered little shit that you are.

I just like myself more.

I understand.

I'm sorry it has to be this way.

Why are you sorry?

Because you're an evil bastard
with no conscience and no heart?

That's what I liked about
you in the first place.

We had some good days together.

Yes, we did.

(BANGS ON DOOR)

What will you do?

I suppose I'll have to
kill the Mountain myself.

Won't that make for a great song?

I hope to hear them sing it one day.

(BIRD SCREECHING)

How did you get in here?

Your door is well guarded,

but your window is not.

I swam to an island a
mile offshore for these.

Don't do that again.

Never met a woman
who didn't like wildflowers.

These are my private quarters.

If I want you here, I will summon you.

Forgive me, my queen. I live to serve you.

Tell me why you're here.

I came to ask a favour.

I only have two talents in this world.

War and women.

You are staying here in Meereen to rule.
That is a wise decision. I respect it.

But here in Meereen,
I cannot pursue my talents.

I've ordered the Second Sons to patrol the
streets to stop the revenge killings.

You've ordered us to be night watchmen.

And as for women,

there are thousands in Meereen
you can pursue.

There is only one,

and she does not want me.

You swore me your sword.

My sword is yours till the day I die.

So if I command you to stay in Meereen
and patrol the streets?

I'll stay in Meereen and
patrol the streets.

Send me to kill your enemies.

Any enemy anywhere.

Let me do what I do best.

Very well.

Do what you do best.

Take off your clothes.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Oh.

Come in, my queen. Please.

I didn't mean to disturb you, my lady.

You could never.

I just wanted to speak
with you before we left.

Could you bring me that vial over there?

The blue one.

No, not that one.

You don't even want to touch that one.

Next to it.

That's the one.

(INHALES)

When I looked into the flames this morning,
the Lord spoke to me.

He said,

"Tonight, you will have your last good bath
in a long while.

"Make it count."

- A joke.
- (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)

Not a very good one, I'm afraid.

It was. I...

Humour isn't my strength.

That's because most jokes are lies
and you're devoted to the truth.

If they're lies, my lady,
aren't they best avoided?

Not always.

Most of these powders and potions

are lies.

Deceptions to make men think
they witnessed our Lord's power.

Once they step into his light,
they will see the lie for what it was,

a trick that led them to the truth.

A pinch of this powder in a bonfire

will send a flaming column
screaming towards the sky.

And this one creates a black smoke

that will make the bravest man
piss himself with fear.

And a drop of this in any man's wine
will drive him wild with lust.

Did you use it with Stannis?

No.

Don't be upset.

Men never crave what they already have.

It's only flesh.

It needs what it needs.

No act done in service of the Lord
can ever be called a sin.

I thank God every day
for bringing you to us.

And Stannis to you.

He wants to bring Shireen with us.

I think that would be ill-advised.

My daughter has heretical tendencies,
as you're well aware.

I don't know if her doubt is real
or simply meant to spite me,

but whichever the case,
she should stay home.

I understand how you feel.

But that is impossible.

Why?

You don't need powders and potions,
my queen.

You don't need lies.

You are strong enough to look into the
Lord's light and see his truth for yourself.

However harsh it is.

However hard for us to understand.

You don't need my help,
but I will need yours soon.

When we set sail,
your daughter must be with us.

The Lord needs her.

Jorah the Andal.

Are you here to see our queen?

She's in a good mood.

Khaleesi.

- You're here early.
- Later than some.

- You don't approve?
- It's not a question of approval,

it's a question of trust.

You neither approve nor trust.

Why would I? The man's a sellsword.

Didn't you fight for the Golden Company
before pledging your sword to my brother?

I did.

I trust you.

Daario Naharis killed his captains

and dumped their heads at your feet
when he grew tired of their commands.

How could you ever have faith
in a man like that?

I could never have faith
in a man like Daario.

That's why I've sent him and the
Second Sons to retake Yunkai.

- You have?
- I have.

Without you there to rule, Khaleesi,

I fear the masters will
simply bide their time,

wait for the invaders to leave
and reassert control.

That is why I've ordered Daario
to execute every master in Yunkai.

The masters tear babies
from their mothers' arms.

They mutilate little boys by the thousands.

They train little girls
in the art of pleasuring old men.

They treat men like beasts,
as you said yourself.

Herding the masters into pens
and slaughtering them by the thousands

is also treating men like beasts.

The slaves you freed,
brutality is all they've ever known.

If you want them to know something else,

you'll have to show it to them.

And repay the slavers with what? Kindness?
A fine? A stern warning?

It's tempting to see
your enemies as evil, all of them,

but there's good and evil
on both sides in every war ever fought.

Let the priests argue over good and evil.

Slavery is real.

I can end it. I will end it,

and those behind it.

I sold men into slavery, Khaleesi.

And now you are helping me
show them to freedom.

I wouldn't be here to help you
if Ned Stark had done to me

what you want to do to
the masters of Yunkai.

The man who came to me the other day
about burying his father.

Hizdahr zo Loraq?

He will accompany the Second Sons
and serve as my ambassador to Yunkai.

He will tell the masters
what has happened in Meereen.

He will explain
the choice they have before them.

They can live in my new world
or they can die in their old one.

Well, go and catch Daario before he leaves.

Tell him I changed my mind.

Yes, Khaleesi.

No.

Tell him you changed my mind.

HOUND: (GRUNTS) Rat cunts.

Fucking whore.

You're doing it wrong.

You need to burn away
that horrible bit there.

Otherwise it's gonna get
infected and fester.

I know you don't like fire,
but if you don't do it right...

No fire.

It'll only take a second.

- It won't hurt that much.
- No fire!

Shut up about it.

About everything.

Thanks to you, I'm a walking bag of silver
anywhere the Lannisters hold sway.

Which is everywhere between
where we are now and where we're going.

I'm as stupid as that hog
you stuck back in the village,

getting myself cut and stabbed and bitten.

No reward is worth this much trouble.

Wish I'd never laid eyes on you.

You say your brother gave you that sword.

My brother gave me this.

It was just like you said a while back.

Pressed me to the fire like
I was a nice juicy mutton chop.

Why?

Thought I stole one of his toys.

I didn't steal it. I was
just playing with it.

The pain was bad.

The smell was worse.

But the worst thing was that
it was my brother who did it.

My father, who protected him,

told everyone my bedding caught fire.

You think you're on your own?

Let me wash it out
and help you sew it up at least.

BRIENNE: Bit of comfort never hurt anyone.

We've been sleeping in ditches
the last few weeks.

I think we can treat ourselves to
a featherbed for the night

and a hot meal not cooked by you.

Couldn't agree more, my lady.

Just don't start expecting
silk underclothes.

- Not working for your former lord any longer.
- Yes, my lady.

Don't get drunk.

No, my lady.

HOT PIE: Can I get you anything else?

No, this will do nicely, thank you.

Kidney pie is wonderful.

Thanks.

I do my best.

A good kidney pie is all
about the ingredients.

Flour, lard, water, eggs, milk.

Easy enough. But the meat,

peacetime or not, getting your hands on
a good bottom round steak

and calves' kidneys is not easy.

I mean, some people settle
for plain old beef kidneys.

Got no right to cook anything, them.
Oh, and the gravy.

Don't get me started on the gravy.

Very difficult to get right.

See, a lot of people give up on the gravy.

You cannot give up.

No gravy, no pie.

Simple as that.

That's nice armour. Are you a knight?

No.

Oh, it's just people with armour
are usually knights.

Generally speaking.
From King's Landing, though, aren't you?

From there myself originally.
Flea Bottom born and bred.

What brings you to these parts?

We're looking for someone.

Someone in particular?
Maybe they came in here.

A lot of people come in here.
Just the other day we had 17...

A girl, tall, red hair, very pretty.

Her name is Sansa Stark,
but she may be using a different name.

Starks?

What, like them lot from "Winterhell"?

No, ain't seen anyone like that.

I heard they was all traitors.

Don't need no traitors in here.

I pledged my life to their mother
Catelyn Stark.

I swore to her I'd bring
her daughters home.

Sure I can't get you a bit more kidney pie?

- What?
- It's nothing, my lady.

You wouldn't be screwing your face up
like that if it was nothing.

Don't want to offend, my lady.
Truly, I don't.

You're not interesting
enough to be offensive.

The Lannisters want Lady Sansa.

The Lannisters have money.

People kill for money.

I don't think we should be telling people
we're searching for Lady Sansa.

My lady. My lord. Could I have a word?

- What about? Not kidney pie.
- You seem like a proper lady.

Someone who could be trusted.

I never met no Sansa Stark.

But I know her sister.

Arya.

No one's seen Arya Stark
since her father was beheaded.

She's presumed dead.

She weren't when I last spoke to her.

- When was that?
- Heading up north with the Night's Watch.

She was all dressed up as a boy.

Like your ladyship, only
without the armour.

Going by the name Arry.

- So what happened to her?
- Well...

The quick version.

The Lannisters took us prisoner.

We escaped.

The Brotherhood took us prisoner.
They sold me to the innkeep.

They were gonna sell Arya to her mother
at Riverrun along with another prisoner.

Big ugly fellow. Foul mouth and
a face like a half-burnt ham.

- Not friendly.
- The Hound.

That's the one.

If you find her, could you give her this?

She liked the last one I gave her,
but, well, this one turned out better.

Um...

You were saying?

BRIENNE: Her mother's dead,
grandfather's dead,

Walder Frey is the new lord of Riverrun.

The Brotherhood isn't going to Riverrun.

They'll take her to the Eyrie, my lady.

Why the Eyrie?

Her aunt, Lysa Arryn.

Catelyn Stark's sister.

She's Arya's last living
relative with money.

She hates the Lannisters.

Lord Tyrion made sure
I knew which house married which

and who hated who.

BRIENNE: Sansa could be there, too.

PODRICK: Could be.

You sure about this?

No.

(DOOR OPENS)

I imagined
you'd be back at the brothel at this hour.

I did spend some time with an absolutely
stunning blonde the other day.

Mmm. Do tell.

I've got every kind of filth down here
except the kind I like.

Your sister.

Oh.

Cersei approached me.

We spoke a great deal about her daughter.

How worried your sister is about her.

She was trying very hard to pretend
she had not come to sway me against you.

I think she may have even
believed it herself.

Making honest feelings do dishonest work
is one of her many gifts.

It was difficult for her
to hide her true intentions.

It is rare to meet a Lannister

who shares my enthusiasm
for dead Lannisters.

She desperately wants to see you killed.

She didn't need to bother you.

It looks as though
I've taken care of that myself.

The joy she will feel when
my head leaves my neck.

She's wanted this for a long time.

Yes, I know.

We met, you and I.

Many years ago.

I think I would have remembered that.

Unlikely. You had just been born.

Our father brought me and my sister Elia
with him on a visit to Casterly Rock.

My first time away from Dorne.

I didn't like anything about the Rock.

Not the food, not the weather,
not your accents.

Nothing.

But the biggest disappointment,

you.

You and my family have more in common
than you might admit.

The whole way from Dorne
all anyone talked about was

the monster that had been born
to Tywin Lannister.

A head twice the size of his body,

a tail between his legs,

claws, one red eye,

the privates of both a girl and a boy.

That would have made things so much easier.

When we met your sister,
she promised she would show you to us.

Every day we would ask.
Every day she would say, "Soon."

Then she and your brother

took us to your nursery and...

...she unveiled the freak.

Your head was a bit large,
your arms and legs were a bit small,

but no claw.

No red eye. No tail between your legs.

Just a tiny pink cock.

We didn't try to hide our disappointment.
"That's not a monster," I told Cersei.

"That's just a baby."

And she said, "He killed my mother."

And she pinched your little cock so hard,
I thought she might pull it off.

Until your brother made her stop.

"It doesn't matter," she told us.

"Everyone says he will die soon.

"I hope they are right.

"He should not have lived this long."

Well, (SNIFFLES)

sooner or later,
Cersei always gets what she wants.

And what about what I want?

Justice

for my sister and her children.

If you want justice,

you've come to the wrong place.

I disagree.

I've come to the perfect place.

I want to bring those who have wronged me
to justice.

And all those who have wronged me
are right here.

I will begin with Ser Gregor Clegane,

who killed my sister's children

and then raped her
with their blood still on his hands

before killing her, too.

I will be your champion.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Hello, Robin.

What are you doing?

I'm building my home, Winterfell.

At least I think I am. I haven't
been back there in a very long time.

Why did you leave?

It's a long story.

I stay here in the Eyrie.

Mother says it's dangerous on the roads
and I have to keep myself safe

because I'm the Lord of the Vale

and a very important person.

Yes, you certainly are.

When will you go back?

Probably never.

My family doesn't live there any more
and someone burned it down.

Oh.

Does Winterfell have a Moon Door?

No, I'm afraid not.

It's not high up in the mountains.
It's down on the ground.

- That sounds dangerous.
- (CHUCKLES)

- How do you make people fly?
- We don't.

What do you do with all the bad people

and the scary people
and the people you don't like?

I never did anything with them at all.

Girls didn't take part in that
where I came from.

Well, I'm Lord of the Vale.

When I grow up,
I'll be able to fly anybody who bothers me.

Or you. When we get married,

you can tell me if you don't like somebody

and then we can bring them
back here and, whoosh!

Right through the Moon Door.

I like the sound of that.

Let's put a Moon Door in your Winterfell.

All right.

- It can go in here in this big tower.
- Be careful.

You've ruined it. Now I'm going to have to
rebuild the whole thing.

- I didn't ruin it.
- You did.

It was already ruined
because it didn't have a Moon Door.

- I was fixing it.
- Knocking things down isn't fixing them.

- It's ruining them.
- I didn't ruin it!

- You're being stupid.
- I didn't ruin it!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

- (SOBBING)
- Robin, I'm sorry, I...

LITTLEFINGER: Children.

- I hit him.
- Yes, I saw.

- I shouldn't have done that.
- No.

His mother should have, a long time ago.

Consider it a step in the right direction.

If he tells Aunt Lysa...

Let me worry about Aunt Lysa.

I was trying to remember
what everything looked like.

I'll never see it again.

A lot can happen between now and never.

If you want to build a better home,

first you must demolish the old one.

Why did you really kill Joffrey?

Tell me why.

I loved your mother
more than you could ever know.

Given the opportunity,

what do we do to
those who've hurt the ones we love?

In a better world,

one where love could
overcome strength and duty,

you might have been my child.

But we don't live in that world.

You're more beautiful than she ever was.

Lord Baelish...

Call me Petyr.

(WIND WHISTLING)

You wanted to see me, Aunt Lysa?

Come here, Sansa.

Do you know how far the fall is?

No.

Neither do I, precisely.

Hundreds of feet.

It's fascinating

what happens to bodies when
they hit the rocks from such a height.

The impact breaks them right apart.

Like eggs dropped on the floor.

Sometimes pieces remain intact.

You'll find the head sitting on its own.

Every hair in place.

Blue eyes staring at nothing.

I know what you did.

I'm so sorry, Aunt Lysa.

I never should have hit Robin.

- I promise it won't happen...
- Don't be coy with me, you little whore.

You kissed Petyr.

- I didn't. You don't understand.
- I saw you.

You can't lie to me
because I saw it with my own eyes.

- He kissed me. I pulled away.
- Liar! Whore!

- (WHIMPERING)
- He is mine!

My father, my husband, my sister,

they all stood between us
and now they're all dead.

That's what happens to people
who stand between Petyr and me.

Look down!

- Look down!
- LITTLEFINGER: Lysa!

Let her go.

You want her?

This empty-headed child?

Let her go.

She's just like her mother.
She'll never love you.

I lied for you. I killed for you.

- Why did you bring her here?
- I'll send her away.

I swear on my life.

I swear to all the gods.

Let her go, Lysa.

(SOBBING)

(SANSA WHIMPERING)

(SOBBING)

Oh, my sweet wife.

My sweet, silly wife.

(LYSA SOBBING)

I have only loved one woman,

only one, my entire life.

Your sister.

(SCREAMING)