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♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Who would you say is the father?

You.

I'm going to put a prince
in your belly.

Our queen has a keen sense
of poetic justice.

What would she do for the man

who rids her
of her treasonous brothers?

JON SNOW: My name...
my real name...

is Aegon Targaryen.

It's true, Dany.

If it were true...

you'd have a claim
to the Iron Throne.

ARYA STARK: She doesn't like
your queen, does she?

She's defending our family.

I'm her family, too.

ARYA: Don't forget that.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

(LYANNA MORMONT GASPING)

-(YELLS)
-(GIANT WIGHT SHRIEKS)

(GRUNTING)

(DAENERYS TARGARYEN SOBBING)

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[CRYING]

[WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY]

[SANSA SNIFFLES]

[CRYING]

JON:
We're here to say goodbye
to our brothers and sisters.

To our fathers and mothers.

To our friends.

Our fellow men and women

who set aside
their differences...

to fight together...

and die together

so that others might live.

Everyone in this world

owes them a debt
that can never be repaid.

It is our duty and our honor

to keep them alive in memory...

for those who come after us...

and those
who come after them...

for as long as men draw breath.

They were the shields
that guarded the realms of men.

And we shall never see
their like again.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY]

MAN:
To your health.

Have you seen Arya?

You can still smell
the burning bodies,

and that's
where your head is at.

-I just want to thank her for--
-I'm sure you do.

Look, it's not about that.

Of course it's about that,
you twat.

Why shouldn't it be?

The dead are dead. You're not.

Gendry.

[CHATTERING STOPS]

That's right, isn't it?

Yes, Your Grace.

You're Robert Baratheon's son.

You are aware
he took my family's throne

and tried to have me murdered?

I didn't even know he was my
father until after he was dead.

Yes, he's dead.

His brothers are too.

So who's Lord
of Storm's End now?

I don't know, Your Grace.

Does anyone?

I think you should be
Lord of Storm's End.

[PEOPLE MURMURING
INDISTINCTLY]

I can't be. I'm a bastard.

No, you are Lord
Gendry Baratheon of Storm's End,

the lawful son
of Robert Baratheon.

Because that
is what I have made you.

To Lord Gendry Baratheon
of Storm's End.

[ALL CHATTERING]
-To Gendry!

MAN 1:
Lord Gendry!

MAN 2:
Gendry!

MAN 3: Gendry!
MAN 4: Gendry!

MAN 5:
Lord Gendry!

MAN 6:
Gendry!

[PEOPLE CHEERING
AND CHATTERING]

MAN 7:
That's easy, isn't it?

-A fitting reward for a hero.
SAMWELL: Uh, hold on.

TYRION:
And a Lord of Storm's End who
will be forever loyal to you.

MAN 8: Come, my lord.
-See?

You're not the only one
who's clever.

WOMAN:
I have to go down
and get another barrel.

[MEN LAUGH]

JAIME:
We fought dead things
and lived to talk about it.

If this isn't the time to drink,
when is?

The last time I saw her,

I told her I'd kill her
if I ever saw her again.

-I'm sure you had your reasons.
-I did.

-I do.
-So did you?

Never got the chance.

She did it to herself.

Or her god did it to her.

Lord of Light.

We play his game for him,
we fight his war and win,

and then

he fucks off.

No signs, no blessings.
Who knows what he wants?

I don't imagine
thinking about that subject

will leave you
any happier than before.

And what if
I'm not trying to be happy?

Then you're in luck.

We may have defeated them,

but we still have us
to contend with.

Thank you. I feel much better.

[LAUGHING BOISTEROUSLY]

MAN:
More ale!

This is clever.

Even better than the saddle
I designed for you.

It's the same as the one
Daeron Targaryen built

for his crippled nephew
120 years ago.

I liked that one.

You know our history
better than anyone.

That will be useful
as Lord of Winterfell.

I'm not Lord of Winterfell.

You're the only surviving
trueborn son of Ned Stark.

You don't want it.

I don't really want anymore.

I envy you.

You shouldn't envy me.

Mostly I live in the past.

TORMUND: All of it.
-Go on.

-No, not in one go.
-Go on. I believe in you.

TORMUND:
We have to celebrate
our victory.

Vomiting is not celebrating.

-Yes, it is.
-[CHUCKLES]

Ah!

To the Dragon Queen!

[ALL CHEER]

To Arya Stark,
the hero of Winterfell!

[ALL CHEERING]

-Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!
WOMAN: Drink!

[CROWD BARKING IN RESPONSE]

[ROARS]

[GRUNTS]

TORMUND:
I'm fine!

[TORMUND CACKLES]

[TORMUND EXCLAIMS]

[TORMUND EXCLAIMS]

Your turn.

Um...

You are an only child.

-I told you I was.
-You didn't.

-I did.
-I surmised it.

Drink.

Go again.

Why does he get to go again?

Because it's my game.

You have danced
with Renly Baratheon.

No.

TYRION:
Drink.

MAN:
The other way around!

I saw him riding that thing.

-We all did.
-No. No.

I saw him riding that thing.

-That's right, you did.
-I did.

That's why we all agreed
to follow him.

That's the kind of man he is.

He's little...

[CHUCKLES]

...but he's strong.

Strong enough
to befriend an enemy

and get murdered for it!

Most people get bloody murdered,

they stay that way.

-[GRUNTS]
TORMUND: Not this one.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Yeah,
I didn't have much say in that.

Ah! He comes back
and keeps fighting.

Here, north of the Wall,
and then back here again.

He keeps fighting.
He keeps fighting.

He climbed on a fucking dragon
and fought.

What kind of person
climbs on a fucking dragon?

A madman or a king!

[CROWD CHEERING]

[♪♪♪]

TYRION: Drink.
-Drink.

Drink.

[LAUGHING]

[MEN SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

Wrong!

Wrong, wrong, wrong! Drink!

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Mm!

You were married. Before Sansa.

-Drink.
-[GROWLS]

You're drinking wine,
but you prefer ale!

No!

[LAUGHS]

You're a virgin.

That's a statement
about the present.

At no point in the past,
up until this very moment,

have you slept with a man.

Or a woman.

I have to piss.

We did it!
We faced those icy fucks.

Looked right
into their blue eyes,

and here we are.

[SIGHS]

Now, which one of you cowards
shit in my pants?

[GUFFAWS]

Please pardon me for a moment.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY]

MAN:
Drink it!

And after all that,

this fucker comes north
and takes her from me.

Just takes her, like that.

I mean it, Clegane.

My heart is broken.

Don't touch me.

WILLA:
You can touch me.

I'm not afraid of wildlings.

Maybe you should be.

[TORMUND CHUCKLING]

Well, Clegane...

it's time to drown our sorrows.

I'm not done with my drink.

-[SIGHS]
MAN 2: You saved the day.

MAN 1:
You owe me one.

-Don't forget that.
MAN 2: For the rest of my days.

Are you ready now?

This is my drink.

[GROWLING]
All right!

SANSA:
She could have made you happy,
for a little while.

There's only one thing
that'll make me happy.

And what's that?

That's my fucking business.

Used to be
you couldn't look at me.

That was a long time ago.

I've seen much worse than you
since then.

HOUND:
Yes, I've heard.

Heard you were broken in.

Heard you were broken in rough.

And he got what he deserved.

I gave it to him.

How?

Hounds.

[CHUCKLES]

You've changed, Little Bird.

None of it would have happened

if you'd left King's Landing
with me.

No Littlefinger, no Ramsay...

none of it.

Without Littlefinger,
and Ramsay and the rest,

I would have stayed
a Little Bird all my life.

[CHUCKLES]

[ALL LAUGHING]

MAN 1: Hey!
MAN 2: Pour another one.

[GASPS]

Don't shoot.

It's nighttime, it's freezing,
and everyone's celebrating.

You should be celebrating
with them.

I am celebrating.

Yeah, I am too.

I'm not Gendry Rivers anymore.

I'm Gendry Baratheon,
Lord of Storm's End.

By order of the queen.

Congratulations.

I don't know how to be
lord of anything.

I hardly know
how to use a fork.

All I know
is that you're beautiful,

and I love you,

and none of it
will be worth anything

if you're not with me.

So be with me.

Be my wife.
Be the Lady of Storm's End.

[♪♪♪]

You'll be a wonderful lord,

and any lady
would be lucky to have you.

But I'm not a lady.

I never have been.

That's not me.

[BOWSTRING CREAKS]
[ARROW THWACKS WOOD]

[THUMPING ON DOOR]

[WIND WHISTLING]

You didn't drink.

-I didn't drink?
-In the game.

-I drank.
-In the game. This is Dornish.

This is not the game.
This is only drinking.

Suit yourself.

You keep it
warm enough in here.

It's the first thing I learnt
when I came to the North.

Keep your fire going.

Every time you leave the room,
put more wood on.

That's very diligent.
Very responsible.

-Piss off.
-You know the first thing

I learned in the North?

I hate the fucking North.

It grows on you.

I don't want things
growing on me.

How about Tormund Giantsbane?

Has he grown on you?

He was very sad when you left.

You sound quite jealous.

I do, don't I?

It's bloody hot in here.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪]

Oh, move aside.

What are you doing?

I'm taking your shirt off.

I've never slept with
a knight before.

I've never slept
with anyone before.

Then you have to drink.
Those are the rules.

I told you--

[WIND WHISTLING]

Are you drunk?

No.

[CHUCKLES]

Only a little.

[SIGHS]

I didn't know Ser Jorah well...

but I know this.

If he could have chosen
a way to die,

it would have been
protecting you.

He loved me.

And I couldn't love him back.

Not the way he wanted.

Not the way I love you.

Is that all right?

[SIGHS]

I wish you'd never told me.

If I didn't know,
I'd be happy right now.

I try to forget.

Tonight I did for a while,

and then I saw them
gathered around you.

I saw the way
they looked at you.

I know that look.

So many people have looked at me
that way, but never here.

Never on this side of the sea.

I told you I don't want it.

It doesn't matter what you want.

You didn't want to be
King in the North.

What happens when they demand
you press your claim,

and take what is mine?

I'll refuse.

You are my queen. I don't know
what else I can say.

You can say nothing.

To anyone, ever.

Never tell them
who you really are.

Swear your brother
and Samwell Tarly to secrecy,

and tell no one else.

Or it will take on
a life of its own

and you won't be able
to control it

or what it does to people.

No matter how many times
you bend the knee,

no matter what you swear.

I want it to be the way it was
between us.

I have to tell Sansa and Arya.

Sansa will want to see me gone
and you on the Iron Throne.

She won't.

She's not the girl
you grew up with.

Not after what she's seen,

not after
what they've done to her.

I owe them the truth.

Even if the truth destroys us?

-It won't.
-It will.

I've never begged
for anything...

but I'm begging you.

[SOFTLY]
Don't do this. Please.

You are my queen.

Nothing will change that.

And they are my family.

We can live together.

We can.

I've just told you how.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

Half are gone.

The Northmen as well.

And the Golden Company
has arrived in King's Landing,

courtesy of the Greyjoy fleet.

The balance has grown
distressingly even.

When the people find out
what we have done for them,

that we saved them--

Cersei will make sure
they don't believe it.

We will hit her hard.

We will rip her out
root and stem.

The objective here
is to remove Cersei

without destroying
King's Landing.

VARYS:
Thankfully, she's losing allies
by the day.

Yara Greyjoy has retaken
the Iron Islands

in her queen's name.

The new Prince of Dorne
pledges his support.

No matter how many lords
turn against her,

as long as she sits
on the Iron Throne,

she can call herself
Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

We need the capital.

I watched the people
of King's Landing

rebel against their king
when they were hungry,

and that was before
winter began.

Give them the opportunity
and they will cast Cersei aside.

JON:
We'll surround the city.

If the Iron Fleet
tries to ferry in more food,

the dragons will destroy them.

If the Lannisters
and the Golden Company attack,

we'll defeat them in the field.

Once the people see
that Cersei is our only enemy,

her reign is over.

All right.

SANSA:
The men we have left
are exhausted.

Many of them are wounded.

They'll fight better
if they have time

to rest and recuperate.

How long do you suggest?

SANSA:
I can't say for certain,

not without
talking to the officers.

I came north
to fight alongside you

at great cost
to my armies and myself.

Now that the time has come
to reciprocate,

you want to postpone.

It's not just our people.
It's yours.

You want to throw them
into a war

they're not ready to fight?

The longer I leave
my enemies alone,

the stronger they become.

[♪♪♪]

The Northern forces
will honor their promises

and their allegiance

to the Queen
of the Seven Kingdoms.

What you command, we will obey.

TYRION:
So...

if all are in agreement...

Jon and Ser Davos
will ride down the Kingsroad

with the Northern troops

and the bulk of the remaining
Dothraki and Unsullied.

A smaller group of us
will ride to White Harbor,

and sail from there
to Dragonstone

with our queen and her dragons
accompanying us from above.

Ser Jaime has chosen
to remain here,

as a guest
of the Lady of Winterfell.

We have won the Great War.

Now we will win the Last War.

In all Seven Kingdoms,

men will live
without fear and cruelty

under their rightful queen.

We need a word.

You understand we'd all be dead
if not for her.

We'd be corpses
marching down to King's Landing.

Arya's the one
that killed the Night King.

Her men gave their lives
defending Winterfell--

And we will never forget them.

That doesn't mean that I want
to kneel to someone who--

I swore myself and the North
to her cause.

I respect that.

You respect it?

We needed her.

We needed her army, her dragons.

You did the right thing.

And we're doing the right thing
telling you

we don't trust your queen.

-You don't know her yet.
-I'll never know her.

She's not one of us.

If you only trust the people
you grew up with,

you won't make many allies.

That's all right.

I don't need many allies.

JON: Arya...
-We're family.

The four of us.

The last of the Starks.

I've never been a Stark.

SANSA:
You are.

You're just as much
Ned Stark's child as any of us.

You're my brother.

Not my half-brother
or my bastard brother.

My brother.

It's your choice.

I need to tell you something.

But you have to swear
you'll never tell another soul.

What is it?

You have to swear it,
before I tell you.

How can I promise
to keep a secret

if I don't even
know what it is?

Because we're family.

Swear it.

I swear it.

I swear it.

Tell them.

TYRION:
So she's going
to stay here with you?

She's sworn to protect
the Stark girls, so...

Say something snide.

I'm happy.

I'm happy that you're happy.

I'm happy that you'll finally
have to climb for it.

[LAUGHS]

Do you know how long I've waited
to tell tall-person jokes?

-To climbing mountains.
[CUPS CLINK]

To climbing mountains.

-What's she like down there?
-What?

That's not your concern.

I haven't been with a woman
for years.

-Give me a morsel.
-You're a dog.

I am the Imp,
and I demand to know.

BRONN:
I knew you were fucking her.

A pair of tall, blond toffs.

Must be like
looking in the mirror.

TYRION:
Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.

Where's your drink?

What are you--
What are you doing up North?

What are you doing with that?

Oh, this?

This is for you.

For both of you.

TYRION:
You're supposed to be south.

You boys are a pair
of gold-plated cunts.

-Do you know that?
-That's a bit rude.

Year after year,
I've shoveled Lannister shit,

-and what do I have to show?
-You're a knight, thanks to me.

Thanks to me.
And that title's worth as much

as a blond hair
from your brother's ballsack.

Power resides
where men believe--

BRONN:
Shut your mouth.

TYRION: I'm just trying--
-I've never hit a dwarf before,

but say another word
and I will belt you.

See, I don't believe
you'd do that, after all--

You couldn't do it
on your best day,

you one-handed fuck.

And your best days
are long gone.

[GROANS]
You broke my nose!

-I did not break your nose.
-How do you know?

Because I've been breaking noses
since I was your size,

and I know what it sounds like.
Now listen.

Your sister
offered me Riverrun.

Nice big castle, good lands,

plenty of peasants
who do what they're told.

-And you trust Cersei--
-I knew your sister was dead

the second I saw those dragons.

Now,
your army may be torn to shit,

but I'd still bet
on your Dragon Queen to win.

And it just so happens
I'm a betting man.

If Cersei's dead,
she can't pay up.

Mmm, that's good.
Of course, the odds change

if the Dragon Queen's Hand
turns up dead.

Maybe a few of her top generals
get picked off one by one.

-All of a sudden...
TYRION: May I speak?

Why not?
Only death will shut you up.

We made a deal long ago.
Do you remember?

If anyone offered me money

to kill you,
you'd pay me double.

What's double Riverrun?

Highgarden.

You could be Lord of the Reach.

-Highgarden? Are you mad?
-It's better than being dead.

He's not going to kill us.

He wouldn't be
talking to us if--

The way I see it,

I only need one
of the Lannister brothers alive.

Highgarden will never belong
to a cutthroat.

BRONN:
No? Who were your ancestors,

the ones
who made your family rich?

Fancy lads in silk?

They were fucking cutthroats.

That's how all the great houses
started, isn't it?

With a hard bastard
who was good at killing people.

Kill a few hundred people,
they make you a lord.

Kill a few thousand,
they make you king.

And then all your cocksucking
grandsons can ruin the family

with their cocksucking ways.

Highgarden.

Give me your word.

You have my word.

None of this means a thing
until we take King's Landing.

We ride south in the morning.

We could use an officer

with knowledge
of the city's defenses.

[CHUCKLES]
Oh, no.

No, my fighting days are done.

But I still got a few
killing days left, you hear me?

I'll come find you
when the war is done.

Till then, don't die.

[DOOR CLOSES]

For fuck's sake.

On your own?

HOUND:
Not anymore.

I don't like crowds.

ARYA:
Me neither.

HOUND:
Why not? They all love you now.

You're the big hero.

Don't like heroes.

It must have felt good sticking
a knife in that horned fucker.

Felt better than dying.

You're heading
to King's Landing?

I have some
unfinished business.

Me too.

I don't plan on coming back.

Neither do I.

Gonna leave me to die again
if I get hurt?

Probably.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪]

[GROWLING SOFTLY]

My lady.

"My lord"
is the standard response.

Why her?

TYRION:
You know she loves your brother.

That doesn't mean
she'll be a good queen.

You seem determined
to dislike her.

A good relationship

between the Iron Throne
and the North

has been the core
of every peaceful,

prosperous reign
we've ever known.

Jon will be
Warden of the North,

so a good relationship
seems likely.

I don't expect him to spend
much time here going forward.

Well,
I suppose that's up to him.

Sansa, look at me.

With Jon in the capital,

you'll be the true power
in the North.

I'd feel much better
about the future

if I left here today believing

that you and Daenerys
were allies.

What are you worried about?
Jon's taking our army with him.

Your queen
still has her dragons--

She's your queen too.

You don't have to be her friend.

But why provoke her?

How is that in the best interest
of your family,

-or the North, or--?
-You're afraid of her.

Every good ruler
needs to inspire a bit of fear.

I don't want Jon
to go down there.

The men in my family
don't do well in the capital.

No, but as your brother
once told me,

he's not a Stark.

[SIGHS]

Are you all right?

[♪♪♪]

Her people love her,
you've seen that.

You've seen
how they fight for her.

She wants to make the world
a better place.

I believe in her.

Tyrion.

What if there's someone else?

Someone better?

You're not gonna
ride the dragon south?

Just a horse.

Rhaegal needs to heal.

He doesn't need me
weighing him down.

[SCOFFS]
You weigh as much as
two fleas fucking.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm taking the Free Folk home.

We've had enough of the south.

The women down here
don't like me.

This is the North, you know.

And the Free Folk
are welcome to stay.

It isn't home.

We need room to wander.

I'll take them
back through Castle Black

as soon as
the winter storms pass.

Back where we belong.

It's where he belongs too.

A direwolf has no place
in the south.

Will you take him with you?

He'll be happier up there.

So would you.

I wish I was going with you.

This is farewell, then.

You never know.

You've got the North in you.

The real North.

Yes, well, the nights
have been getting longer

and there wasn't that much
to do in Oldtown.

There's only so many books
a person can read, so we--

I'm sure he knows
how it happens, Sam.

If it's a boy,
we want to name him Jon.

I hope it's a girl.

[♪♪♪]

[SNIFFLES]

[BOTH SNIFFLE]

You're the best friend
I ever had.

You too, Sam.

[GHOST WHINES]

[MEN SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY]

TYRION:
Think of the past 20 years.

The war, the murder, the misery.

All of it because
Robert Baratheon loved someone

who didn't love him back.

How many others know?

Including us? Eight.

Well, then
it's not a secret anymore.

It's information.

If a handful of people know now,
hundreds will know soon.

Then what happens?

She loses the North.

She loses the Vale,
Sansa will make sure of that.

No, it's worse than that.

He has the better claim
to the throne.

He doesn't want the throne.

I'm not sure it matters
what he wants.

The fact is,
people are drawn to him.

Wildlings, Northmen.

He's a war hero.

He loves our queen.

And she loves him.

If we marry them,
they could rule together.

She's his aunt.

That never stopped
a Targaryen before.

No, but Jon grew up
in Winterfell.

Is marrying your aunt
common in the North?

You know our queen
better than I do.

Do you think
she wants to share the throne?

She does not like to have
her authority questioned.

Something she has in common

with every monarch
who ever lived.

I worry about her state of mind.

We are advisors to the queen.

Worrying about her state of mind
is our job.

We still have to take
King's Landing.

Maybe Cersei will win
and kill us all.

That would solve our problems.

[♪♪♪]

[MEN SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY]

[SCREECHING]

[GURGLING]

[MEN SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY]

[GASPS]

[♪♪♪]

[MEN GRUNT]

[GRUNTS]

[YELLING]

[GRUNTING]

[♪♪♪]

[MEN SHOUTING
INDISTINCTLY]

[MEN GRUNTING]

Get to the skiff. Now!

[♪♪♪]

SOLDIER 1:
Spears!

SOLDIER 2:
They're coming round again!

[CHUCKLES]

[GRUNTS]

SOLDIER 3:
Go!

SOLDIER 4:
Clear!

SOLDIER 5:
Man your stations!

-[GRUNTS]
MISSANDEI: No!

[GRUNTS]

SOLDIER 4: Go! Go!
SOLDIER 5: Clear!

[ALL COUGHING AND GROANING]

Missandei?

[PANTING]

Missandei!

Missandei!

[GASPS]

CERSEI:
Our message was well-received,
then?

QYBURN:
Your people have heard
the Usurper is coming.

They are grateful
for your protection

within the walls
of the Red Keep.

You're certain about the dragon?

I saw it sink beneath the waves.

That must have been glorious.

The glory is yours, my queen.

When the war is won,
the Lion shall rule the land,

the Kraken shall rule the sea...

and our child
shall one day rule them all.

[♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLES]

[SOFTLY]
She's coming for you.

Of course she is.

Keep the gates open.

If she wants to take the castle,
she'll have to murder

thousands
of innocent people first.

So much for
"the Breaker of Chains."

[MISSANDEI PANTING]

GREY WORM:
We will storm the city,
my queen.

We will kill your enemies.
All of them.

VARYS:
Your Grace.

I promised you I would look you
in the eye and speak directly

if I ever thought
you were making a mistake.

This is a mistake.

You saw my child
fall from the sky.

They took Missandei.

VARYS:
Cersei needs to be destroyed,

but if we attack King's Landing
with Drogon and the Unsullied

and the Dothraki,

tens of thousands
of innocents will die.

That is why Cersei is bringing
them into the Red Keep.

These are the people
you came here to protect.

I beg you, Your Grace.

Do not destroy the city
you came to save.

Do not become what you
have always struggled to defeat.

Do you believe we're here
for a reason, Lord Varys?

I'm here to free the world
from tyrants.

That is my destiny...

and I will serve it,
no matter the cost.

It could be a fortnight before
Jon and the allied armies

make it to King's Landing.

In the meantime,
demand Cersei surrender.

Offer her her life
in exchange for the throne.

If there's a chance
to avoid the coming slaughter,

we should make the effort.

Speaking to Cersei
will not prevent a slaughter.

But perhaps it's good
the people see

that Daenerys Stormborn made
every effort to avoid bloodshed,

and Cersei Lannister refused.

They should know whom to blame

when the sky
falls down upon them.

[♪♪♪]

I've served tyrants
most of my life.

They all talk about destiny.

She's a girl who walked
into a fire with three stones

and walked out
with three dragons.

How could she not
believe in destiny?

Perhaps that's the problem.

Her life has convinced her

that she was sent here
to save us all.

And how do you know she wasn't?

Then there's the problem
of Jon Snow.

Perhaps
it's actually a solution.

You know them both.

Tell me, who do you think
would make a better ruler?

He doesn't want the throne.

That's why he bent the knee.

Have you considered
the best ruler

might be someone
who doesn't want to rule?

We're discussing treason.

Don't pretend
you haven't thought about it.

Of course I've thought about it.
Thoughts aren't treason.

He's temperate and measured.
He's a man,

which makes him more appealing
to the lords of Westeros,

whose support
we are going to need.

Joffrey was a man.

I don't think a cock
is a true qualification,

as I'm sure you'd agree.

And he's the heir to the throne.

Yes, because he's a man.
Cocks are important, I'm afraid.

What about my earlier proposal?

They could rule together
as king and queen.

She's too strong for him.

She'd bend him to her will,
as she already has.

He could temper
her worst impulses.

As you have?

You're drinking quite a lot.

A Targaryen father
and a Stark mother.

Jon's the one man alive
who might actually be able

to keep the North
in the Seven Kingdoms.

How many kings and queens
have you served?

Five? Six? I've lost count.

-You've always known my reasons.
-At a certain point,

you choose a person
you believe in,

and you fight for that person.

Even if you know it's a mistake?

I believe in our queen.

She'll make the right choice.

With the help
of her loyal advisors.

You know
where my loyalty stands.

You know I will never
betray the realm.

What is the realm?

A vast continent,
home to millions of people,

most of whom don't care
who sits on the Iron Throne.

Millions of people,
many of whom will die

if the wrong person
sits on that throne.

We don't know their names,

but they're just as real
as you and I.

They deserve to live.

They deserve
food for their children.

I will act in their interest,
no matter the personal cost.

So, what happens to her?

Please.

Don't.

I've spoken
as honestly as I can.

Each of us has a choice to make.

I pray we choose wisely.

[♪♪♪]

[MAN GRUNTS]

MAN 1:
I'm just about to start it.

WOMAN 1:
Good luck.

MAN 2:
Protect shell
right up to the wall.

MAN 1:
All right,
I'll put another one on it.

MAN 3:
He's headed down to the cellar.

I'll need a cart over here.

MAN 4:
That's it, thanks.

Thank you.

WOMAN 2:
It's really heavy, mind you.

MAN 5:
We need some more water.

MAN 3:
Take it down there!

...as are the rest
of her advisors.

What happened?

Euron Greyjoy ambushed
Queen Daenerys and her fleet.

One of the dragons was killed,
several ships destroyed,

Missandei captured.

I always wanted to be there
when they execute your sister.

Seems like
I won't get the chance.

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR CLOSES]

They're going to destroy
that city.

You know they will.

JAIME:
Have you ever run away
from a fight?

You're not like your sister.
You're not.

You're better than she is.

You're a good man
and you can't save her.

You don't need to die with her.

Stay here.

Stay with me.

[VOICE BREAKING]
Please.

Stay.

[♪♪♪]

You think I'm a good man?

I pushed a boy
out a tower window,

crippled him for life

for Cersei.

I strangled my cousin
with my own hands

just to get back to Cersei.

I would have murdered

every man, woman and child
in Riverrun

for Cersei.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

She's hateful.

And so am I.

[SOBBING]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

[SOLDIER SHOUTS
INDISTINCTLY]

[GATE RATTLING]

My lord.

Queen Daenerys demands Cersei's
unconditional surrender

and the immediate release
of Missandei of Naath.

Queen Cersei demands Daenerys's
unconditional surrender.

If she refuses, Missandei
of Naath will die here and now.

Qyburn...

you're a rational man.

Or so I flatter myself,
my lord.

We have a chance here,

perhaps our last chance,
to avoid carnage.

Yes.

Help me.

I don't want to see
this city burn.

I don't want to hear the screams
of children burning alive.

No, it is not a pleasant sound.

I-- I don't want to hear it.

Help me save this city.

My lord, I am only a mouthpiece
for our queen.

TYRION:
Your queen.

Cersei is
Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

You are her subject.

Her reign is over.

You understand this.
Help her understand it.

We understand
nothing of the sort.

Your queen's last dragon
is vulnerable.

Your armies
are battle-weary and depleted,

while ours have been reinforced
with the Golden Compan--

[♪♪♪]

CAPTAIN:
Ready!

Nock!

Draw!

[INHALES DEEPLY]

[♪♪♪]

I know you don't care
about your people.

Why should you?

They hate you and you hate them.

But you're not a monster.

I know this.

I know this
because I've seen it.

You've always
loved your children.

More than yourself,

more than Jaime...

more than anything.

I beg you.

If not for yourself,
then for your child.

Your reign is over,

but that doesn't mean
your life has to end.

It doesn't mean
your baby has to die.

[EXHALES SHAKILY]

If you have any last words,
now is the time.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Dracarys.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

[MOUTHS]
No.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

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