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Game of Thrones 5x08
Hardhome
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Your Grace,
I want to say--

You will not speak.

How do I know you are
who you say you are?

If only I were otherwise.

If you are Tyrion Lannister,
why shouldn't I kill you

to pay your family back
for what it did to mine?

You want revenge
against the Lannisters?

I killed my mother
Joanna Lannister

on the day I was born.

I killed my father Tywin Lannister
with a bolt to the heart.

I am the greatest Lannister
killer of our time.

So I should welcome you
into my service

because you murdered members
of your own family?

Into your service?

Your Grace, we have
only just met.

It's too soon to know
if you deserve my service.

If you'd rather return
to the fighting pits,

just say the word.

When I was a young man,
I heard a story

about a baby born during the
worst storm in living memory.

She had no wealth,
no lands, no army,

only a name and a
handful of supporters,

most of whom probably thought they could
use that name to benefit themselves.

They kept her alive, moving
her from place to place,

often hours ahead of the men
who'd been sent to kill her.

She was eventually sold off to some
warlord on the edge of the world

and that appeared to be that.

And then a few years later,

the most well-informed
person I knew

told me that this girl without
wealth, lands, or armies

had somehow acquired all three
in a very short span of time,

along with three dragons.

He thought she was our best,

last chance to build
a better world.

I thought you were worth
meeting at the very least.

And why are you worth meeting?

Why should I spend
my time listening to you?

Because you cannot build
a better world on your own.

You have no one at your side who
understands the land you want to rule.

The strengths and
weaknesses of the houses

that will either
join or oppose you.

I will have a very large army

and very large dragons.

Killing and politics
aren't always the same thing.

When I served
as Hand of the King,

I did quite well with the latter
considering the king in question

preferred torturing animals
to leading his people.

I could do an even better job

advising a ruler worth the name.

If that is indeed what you are.

So you want to advise me?

Very well.

What would you
have me do with him?

I swore I would kill him
if he ever returned.

I know.

Why should the people trust a queen
who can't keep her promises?

Whomever Ser Jorah was when
he started informing on you,

he is no longer that man.

I can't remember
ever seeing a sane man

as devoted to anything
as he is to serving you.

He claims he would kill
for you and die for you

and nothing I ever witnessed
gives me reason to doubt him.

And yet he did betray you.

Did he have an opportunity
to confess his betrayal?

Yes.

Many opportunities.

And did he?

No, not until forced to do so.

He worships you.

He is in love with you, I think.

But he did not trust you
with the truth.

An unpleasant truth to be sure,

but one of great
significance to you.

He did not trust that you would
be wise enough to forgive him.

So I should kill him?

A ruler who kills
those devoted to her

is not a ruler
who inspires devotion.

And you're going to need
to inspire devotion,

a lot of it, if you're ever going
to rule across the Narrow Sea.

But you cannot have him
by your side when you do.

Remove Ser Jorah from the city.

Confess.

My son.

Let me speak to--

Confess.

I meant it.

My face will be the
last thing you see--

My name is Lanna.
I'm an orphan.

When I was eight,
I begged enough money

to buy my first
bucket of oysters.

I sold that bucket and made
enough money to buy two more.

It took a while, but
I finally saved enough

to buy myself an oyster cart.

Now every morning,

I make my way
down to the canals.

I pass the fish mongers
and the bakers.

I usually see Lhara,

my first customer of the day
on her way home.

Then I turn left
onto Moonsinger Lane--

Turn left onto Ragman Lane

where I do most of my trade.

Lanna is very impressive.

Very industrious.

She will make a fine servant
for the Many-Faced God.

How will she serve him?

She will no longer
turn left onto Ragman Lane.

She will turn right
and go to Ragman Harbor.

What will she do there?

She will see.

See what?

How can a man tell a girl this?

If he knew what she would see,

there would be
no reason to send her.

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

Your oysters fresh?

Best in the city.

You wouldn't lie
to an old man, would you?

Mm.

Very nice. Give me
four with vinegar.

It's my 18th voyage.

Returned from all of them
without a scratch on me.

Can't do it.

Please, I've three children.

Without me...

Here, take it.
You have to.

I've three children.

- What will they do?
- Come on.

They've nothing without me.

Please, you have to!

Please, you don't understand!

Please!

The man is a gambler.

He wages that a sailor's ship

will make it to its destination.

It is a strange wager
for the captain.

He only wins
if he loses his life.

So why would a captain make
the wager in the first place?

A girl tells a man
that she has seen.

If the captain dies,

the thin man pays
his family a lot of money.

But perhaps the gambler
loses his bet

and decides he does not
have to pay after all.

A destitute woman
and her small child,

what can they do to such a man if
he keeps their money for himself?

To whom can they turn
for recourse?

The Many-Faced God.

You said you didn't know
what I would see at the docks.

A man had no idea what a girl
would see and what she would not.

A girl named Lanna
will return to the docks.

She will watch the gambler.

She will come to know as much about
him as she knows about herself.

And then what?

A gift for the thin man.

She's not ready.

Perhaps she is,
perhaps she's not.

And if she's not?

It is all the same
to the Many-Faced God.

The trial will take place soon.

The High Sparrow
will be presenting

a substantial case against you.

The charges?

Fornication, treason, incest,

the murder of King Robert.

All lies.

Of course, Your Grace.

My concern is that
the Faith does not adhere

to the same standards
of proof as the crown.

I hope you'll excuse me
for saying it,

but belief is so often
the death of reason.

I wish you had said it sooner.

Is there any word from Jaime?

No, I'm afraid not.

Your Grace,
Grand Maester Pycelle

has summoned your Uncle Kevan

back from Casterly Rock

to serve as Hand of the King.

He now presides
over the small council.

Tell him I need to speak to him.

I implored him to visit
you, but he would not.

What about my son, the king?

If you can visit me,
then surely the king...

Your arrest and Queen
Margaery's arrest,

the king has not
taken them well.

He remains in his chambers.

His servants often find his food
in the hall left untouched.

You need to talk to him.

You need to talk to my son and
tell him to come and see me,

come and see his mother.

He-- I tried,
Your Grace.

He wouldn't see me.
He won't see anyone.

I can't stay here.

There is a way, Your Grace.

A way out.

Confess?

To the High Sparrow?

I won't.

I made him.

I rose him up from nothing.

I will not kneel before
some barefooted commoner

and beg his forgiveness.

Good-bye, my queen.

The work continues.

Why?

Why, Theon?

I'm not Theon.
There is no Theon.

- Reek.
- Reek.

Why did you tell him, Reek?

I was helping you.

You wanted to escape.

There is no escape.

Not ever.

Theon Greyjoy tried to escape.

The master knew.

He knows everything.

He hunted him and caught him

and strapped him to a cross

and cut away piece after piece

until there was no Theon left.

Good.

If it weren't for you,
I'd still have a family.

If I could do
what Ramsay did to you

right here, right now, I would.

I deserved everything.

I deserve to be Reek.

I did terrible things.

Turned on Robb.

Captured Winterfell.

- Killed those boys.
- They weren't "those boys."

They were Bran and Rickon.
They were your brothers.

You've known them
since they were born.

They weren't.
They were only--

Only what?

- I can't.
- Tell me.

I can't, not unless
the master says.

- Tell me. They weren't what?
- They weren't--

Tell me why Bran
and Rickon should be gone

while you still breathe the air.

Tell me to my face, Theon.

Tell me that they
weren't your brothers!

They weren't Bran and Rickon!

I couldn't find them.

It was two farm boys.

I killed them and burned
them so no one would know.

You didn't?

Do you know where they
went, Bran and Rickon?

I can't talk to you anymore.

Theon, you have to tell me.
Do you have any idea where--