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♪ Game of Thrones 4x05 ♪
First of His Name
Original Air Date on May 4, 2014

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May the Warrior
grant him courage

May the Smith him
grant him strengths times.

that he might bear
this heavy burden

And may the Crone,

she that knows
the fate of all men,

show him the path
he must walk

and guide him through the dark places
that lie ahead.

In the light of the Seven,
I now proclaim Tommen

of the House Baratheon
First of His Name

King of the Andals
and the First Men

and Lord of
the Seven Kingdoms.

Long may he reign!

Long may he reign!

Special day.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

- Your Grace.
- Your Grace.

Your Grace.

There he is.

Long may he reign.

Long may he reign.

He sits the throne
like he was born to it.

Yes. He wasn't,
though, was he?

No, he wasn't.

You still mourn
for Joffrey?

He was my husband.
My king.

He would have been
your nightmare.

Your Grace, I feel--

You knew exactly
what he was.

I did, too.

You never love
anything in the world

the way you love
your first child.

Doesn't matter
what they do.

And what he did,
it shocked me.

Do you think
I'm easily shocked?

No.

The things he did
shocked me.

He's only a boy.

A good boy.
A decent boy.

He always has been.

Who was the last
decent king, I wonder?

He could be the first man
who sits on that throne

in 50 years
to actually deserve it.

It would be some
consolation, wouldn't it?

For all the horror
that put him there.

He will need help...

if he's going
to rule well.

He has you.

A mother is not enough.

You're still interested
in being queen, I take it?

Oh.

After all
that's happened--

it sounds strange,
I know, but I am--

I haven't even given
any thought to it,

what comes next.

It would be a great
honor, of course.

But I will have to speak
to my father about it.

Yes, speak to
your father.

I'll speak to mine.

We may be faced with
an alarming number of weddings soon.

I won't even know
what to call you.

Sister?

Or Mother?

Hmm.

King Joffrey Baratheon
is dead.

Murdered at his
own wedding.

And we have taken
the Meereenese navy, Your Grace.

The Second Sons took
the Meereenese navy.

Who told you
to take the navy?

No one.

So why did you do it?

I heard
you liked ships.

How many ships?

93, Your Grace.

How many men
can they carry?

9,300,
not counting sailors.

Would that be enough
to take King's Landing?

The Lannisters have more.

They've been fighting
Joffrey's wars for years.

They're tired,
dispersed.

And now their king
is dead.

8,000 Unsullied,
2,000 Second Sons

sailing into
Blackwater Bay

and storming the gates
without warning.

It's hard to say.
It could be enough.

But we're not fighting
to make you queen of King's Landing.

10,000 men
can't conquer Westeros.

The old houses
will flock to our queen

when she crosses
the Narrow Sea.

The old houses will flock to
whichever side they think will win,

as they always have.

There's other news.

From Yunkai.

Without the Unsullied
to enforce your rule,

the Wise Masters have
retaken control of the city.

They've reenslaved
the freedmen who stayed behind

and sworn to take
revenge against you.

And in Astapor,

the council you installed
to rule over the city

has been overthrown
by a butcher named Cleon

who's declared himself
"His Imperial Majesty."

Please leave me.

Not you, Jorah.

It appears my liberation
of Slaver's Bay

isn't going
quite as planned.

You could sail for Westeros

and leave it all behind.

A boy sits on
the Iron Throne.

A boy many believe
to be a bastard with no right to it.

They've never been
more vulnerable.

You counseled me against
rashness once in Qarth.

I didn't listen.

That all worked out well.

How can I rule
seven kingdoms

if I can't control
Slaver's Bay?

Why should anyone
trust me?

Why should anyone
follow me?

You're a Targaryen.

You're the Mother
of Dragons.

I need to be
more than that.

I will not let those
I have freed slide back into chains.

I will not sail
for Westeros.

What, then?

I will do
what queens do.

I will rule.

Pull up your hood.

A memorable shade.

But how would
they know?

You know what kind
of stories poor men enjoy the most?

Ones about rich girls
they'll never meet.

Is this the only way
into the Eyrie?

The mountains
are impassable.

If you want to get
to the Eyrie,

you need to go through
the Bloody Gate.

It doesn't matter how
large your army is,

if you attack this gate,
you do it on this road,

three men abreast

and get slaughtered
like goats.

The first Lords of the Vale
didn't have much,

but they had
these mountains

and they knew
how to use them.

And the fortress they built here has
never been overcome.

Not once in 1,000 years.

Know your strengths,
use them wisely,

and one man
can be worth 10,000.

Who would pass
the Bloody Gate?

Lord Petyr Baelish
and his niece Alayne.

Stand to.

- Stand to!
- Stand to!

Welcome back,
Lord Baelish.

Uncle Petyr!

My lord.

Oh.

I have brought you
a gift.

Lord Baelish.

My lady.

Look what Uncle Petyr
brought me.

A beautiful gift
for a beautiful boy.

It's a pleasure to make
your acquaintance, Lady Arryn.

My name is Al--

Oh, do take down
that hood, child.

Don't you think know
who you are?

You think
I'd let my intended

leave the Eyrie
on urgent business

without knowing
what that business was?

I let him go so he could
bring you here to me.

My flesh and blood.

It's wonderful
to meet you, Aunt Lysa.

You mustn't call me that
in front of anyone else.

Of course.
I understand.

No one can know
you're here.

It would put us in a very
precarious position.

I would never
say a thing.

The Lannisters
want to destroy us.

They've been
trying for years.

Now they know
what it feels like.

Mummy said they killed
your mother

and they chopped
off your brother's head.

They did,
and my father's.

They killed my father, too,
with poison.

I wanted to make the little
Lannister baby man fly,

but Mother
said I couldn't.

Make him fly?

Through the Moon Door.

And on top of
everything else,

they made you marry
that filthy troll.

They did.
They made us both.

Lord Tyrion
didn't want to.

I don't believe that
for a moment.

Did he force himself
on you?

No.

- We never--
Good.

Robin, this is
your cousin Sansa.

But you're not to call
her Sansa in front of anyone

but Uncle Petyr and myself.
Do you understand?

Sansa, this is
my son Robin.

It's a pleasure
to meet you, Robin.

Robin, show Sansa
to her chamber.

Take the back stairs.

Go.
We'll speak soon.

What took you so long?

Arranging for the ascension of
King Tommen I,

extricating Sansa,
getting her here alive.

She's here.

We've spent more than enough
time on her for one evening.

Let's get married tonight.

Ought we not...

inform the Lords of the Vale
about the ceremony?

There's only one
Lord of the Vale.

The others can all hang.

Lurking and simpering
on the stairs like buzzards

the moment my husband
died, trying to get their claws in me.

I do think that
we could wait until--

I'm done waiting, Petyr.

We had our wedding night
many years ago.

Or don't you remember?

Like it was yesterday.

What wife would do for you
the things I've done for you?

What wife would trust you
the way I've trusted you?

When you gave me
those drops

and told me to pour
them into Jon's wine,

my husband's wine--

when you told me
to write a letter to Cat

telling her it was
the Lannisters--

The deed is done.

Faded into nothing.

Only speaking of it
can make it real.

Tonight it is, then.

Let me bathe and dress
for the occasion.

Once I'm presentable,
I'll call on the septon immediately.

I'm warning you.

I'm going to scream
when my husband makes love to me.

I'm going
to scream so loud,

they'll hear me clear
across the Narrow Sea.

When will the wedding
take place in your mind?

As soon as
decency permits.

After we've allowed Tommen th
appropriate time to mourn his brother

and Margaery
to mourn her husband.

- A fortnight?
- That seems reasonable.

No jugglers,
no jousting dwarves,

no 77-course meals.

And your wedding
to Loras?

Shortly after Tommen's.

- Shortly?
- A fortnight.

I know
you don't like them.

I didn't like
your husband.

Used to pat me
on the back a lot.

I didn't trust him.

We had that in common.

You don't need to make
formal alliances with people you trust.

Then whom can we trust?

Ourselves alone.

The Tyrells

are our only
true rivals

in terms of resources

and we need them
on our side.

Robert wasn't
particularly rich.

Robert had me
funding him.

Wars swallow gold
like a pit in the earth.

I suppose that explains
why we did so well in the last one.

Do you know how much gold was mined
in the Westerlands this past year?

Haven't a clue.

Go on, your best guess.

Pounds, tons, ounces?

Doesn't matter.
The answer is the same.

That can't be.

Our last working mine
ran dry three years ago.

Then how do we
pay for anything?

The crown owes
the Iron Bank of Braavos

a tremendous amount
of money.

How much?

A tremendous amount.

There must be someone
at the Iron Bank

you can speak to,
come to some arrangement.

The Iron Bank
is the Iron Bank.

There is no someone.

Someone does work there.
It is comprised of people.

And a temple
is comprised of stones.

One stone crumbles
and another takes its place.

And the temple holds its form
for 1,000 years or more.

That's what the Iron Bank is--
a temple.

We all live in its shadow
and almost none of us know it.

You can't run from them.
You can't cheat them.

You can't sway them
with excuses.

If you owe them money
and you don't want to crumble yourself,

you pay it back.

Vesting the Tyrells
in the own

will help a great deal
in this respect.

It's for the good of the family,
I understand that.

I'm not sure
my brothers do.

I know you're building
a strong case against Tyrion.

And as a mother,
that is your right.

But as a judge, I cannot discuss
the trial with you.

I respect that.

We don't need
to discuss it.

The Lannister legacy
is the only thing that matters.

You've started wars
to protect this family.

Turned your back
on Jaime

for refusing
to contribute to its future.

What does Tyrion deserve

for lighting
that future on fire?

Joffrey.

Cersei.

Walder Frey.

Meryn Trant.

Tywin Lannister.

The Red Woman.

Beric Dondarrion.

Thoros of Myr.

Ilyn Payne.

The Mountain.

Would you shut up?

I can't sleep
until I say the names.

The names of every
fucking person in Westeros?

Only the ones
I'm going to kill.

Hate's as good a thing
as any to keep a person going.

Better than most.

We come across my brother,

maybe we can both cross
a name off our list.

If he were here right now,
what would you do?

I'd tell him
to shut the fuck up

so I can get some sleep.

Go on,
get it over with,

your list of doomed men.

I'm almost done.

Only one name left.

Go on.

The Hound.

Thank you.

Your mother always
had a sweet tooth, you know?

- Really?
- Oh, yes.

At suppertime, she would go straight
for honey cakes,

candied almonds,
custard.

Anything sweet.

Eventually,
your grandfather

had to assign a septa
to watch her at meals.

Cat was the firstborn
daughter after all.

It was important
that she remain desirable

so Father could arrange
a good match for her

and she was starting
to get fat.

My mother fat?

She never let me
have my pudding

until I'd finished
all my proper food.

This is before she married your father
and moved to the North.

By the time you were born,
your father's austerity had become hers.

Marriage changes people.

I didn't mean
for you to stop.

Go on, enjoy them.

How do you like them?

They're delicious.

Where did you get the lemons?
You can't grow them up here.

Oh, gods, no.

Petyr had three crates
brought all the way from King's Landing.

He knew you liked
lemon cakes.

He's so kind.

He really
cares for you.

Think where you'd
be without him.

In their clutches
and tried for murder.

Yes.
I'm very lucky.

He feels
responsible for you.

Oh, I know he does.
I'm so grateful.

Why?

Why does he feel
responsible for you?

Well, I'm half Tully.

- He loved your family so much.
- Loved your mother.

- No.
- That's what you wanted to say.

He loves you, Aunt Lysa.
He's married to you.

Your mother never
loved him. Never.

Cat always went straight
for the sweetest thing.

The most obvious thing.
Your Uncle Brandon.

Your handsome, arrogant,
cruel Uncle Brandon.

He almost killed Petyr
in a duel.

And your mother
loved him anyway.

And now Petyr is risking
his life to save you,

the daughter of a woman
who didn't love him

no more than those
whores in his brothels.

- Has he told you about them?
- No.

He hasn't told you about the vile things
they do with their bodies?

The vile things they let
him do with their bodies?

- No, never.
- Are you pregnant?

What? No, I told you.
Lord Tyrion and I never--

I wasn't asking
about Tyrion.

What have you let Petyr
do with your body?

- Aunt Lysa, no, I--
- Your young, pretty body.

- Nothing. I'm a virgin.
- Don't lie to me.

You're hurting me.

I'll know if you lie.

I'm a virgin,
I swear it.

He loves you, Aunt Lysa.

All he says
is that I'm stupid.

I'm a stupid little girl
with stupid dreams

who never learns
and I'm a terrible liar,

so I should always
tell the truth.

And I swear to you that
he has never touched me.

- Not once, not ever.
- Shh. Shh. Shh.

It's all right.

It will all
be all right.

You'll be a widow soon.

They'll execute that dwarf
for murdering the king

and you'll be free
to marry Robin.

You'll be the Lady
of the Vale.

Hmm.

Didn't they teach you
how to ride a horse?

Yes, my lady,
when I was young.

There wasn't much call for it with
Lord Tyrion, though.

He preferred litters.

Perhaps you should
have stayed with him.

It's not going to be
a pleasant journey for you.

It could take weeks to get to the Wall,
depending on the weather.

That's a long way off.

Well, Lady Sansa's
brother's at Castle Black.

If I were her,
that's where I'd go.

Feel free to stop
at any point.

Never, my lady.
I'm your squire.

I've made it this far in
the world without a squire.

I don't see why
I need one now.

All knights have
squires, my lady.

I'm not a knight.

And I'm not a slaver, either.
I don't own you.

I swore an oath,
my lady.

I am releasing you
from that oath.

That means
you could leave.

I know.

What do you think
will happen if you leave?

They'll say I wasn't
a very good squire.

- The hell you doing?
- Practicing.

- What, ways to die?
- No one's going to kill me.

They will if you nance
around like that.

That's no way to fight.

It's not fighting.
It's water dancing.

Dancing?

Maybe you ought
to put on a dress.

Who taught you
that shite?

The greatest swordsman
who ever lived.

Syrio Forel, the First Sword
to the Sealord of Braavos.

Braavos.

Greasy-haired little
bastard, I bet.

They all are.

What do you know
about anything?

I bet his hair is greasier
than Joffrey's cunt.

- It was not.
- Was? He dead?

- Yes.
- How?

- He was killed.
- Who by?

Meryn Trant.
That's why Ser Meryn--

Meryn Trant?

The greatest swordsman who ever lived
killed by Meryn fucking Trant?

- He was outnumbered.
- Any boy whore with a sword

could beat three
Meryn Trants.

Syrio didn't have a sword.
Or armor. Just a stick.

The greatest swordsman
who ever lived didn't have a sword?

All right.
You have a sword.

Let's see
what he taught you.

Go on, do it for
your Braavosi friend.

Dead like all the rest
of your friends.

Your friend's dead
and Meryn Trant's not

'cause Trant had armor

and a big fucking sword.

Your Grace.

Prince Oberyn.
Writing letters?

A poem, actually.

May I show you
the gardens?

I couldn't very well
refuse a royal escort.

No, you couldn't.

I didn't realize
you were a poet.

Not a very good one.

For your paramour?

For one of my daughters.

You have several,
don't you?

Eight.

Eight?

Eight daughters?

The fifth is difficult.

I named her after
my sister Elia.

Beautiful name.

Yes.

But I can't say it
without turning sad.

And after I turn sad,

I grow angry.

Perhaps that's why
she's difficult.

The gods love
their stupid jokes, don't they?

Which joke is that?

You're a prince of Dorne.

A legendary fighter.

A brilliant man feared
throughout Westeros.

But you could not
save your sister.

I'm a Lannister.
Queen for 19 years.

Daughter of the most
powerful man alive.

But I could not
save my son.

What good is power

if you cannot protect
the ones you love?

We can avenge them.

Yes, we can avenge them.

You really believe
Tyrion murdered your son?

I know he did.

We will have a trial and we will
learn the truth.

We'll have a trial,
anyway.

I haven't seen
my daughter in over a year.

The last time I saw her,

she was swimming with two of my girls
in the Water Gardens.

Laughing in the sun.

I want to believe that.

I want to believe
she's happy.

You have my word.

We don't hurt
little girls in Dorne.

Everywhere in the world,
they hurt little girls.

Would you bring her
a gift for me?

I wasn't there
for her name day.

I don't know when
I'll see her again.

Anything at all.

The best shipwrights
in King's Landing

have been working
on it for months.

Myrcella loves
the open water.

I will have it sailed
down to Sunspear for her.

Please tell her...

her mother misses her
very much.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

Hells.

Gods.

Did you remove the skin?

No, my lady.

Have you ever cooked
a rabbit before?

No, my lady.

Did you ever cook
anything for Lord Tyrion?

No, my lady.

That was the cooks.

What are you doing?

I'm helping you
with your armor.

I've been removing my own armor
for quite some time,

thank you very much.

What exactly did you do
for Lord Tyrion?

I brought him his meals

and cleared his table
when he was finished.

I kept his clothing
and linens clean.

Carried his messages
and returned the replies.

Mostly I poured wine.

Oh.

Whilst in
Lord Tyrion's service,

did you ever do anything
remotely related to combat?

I killed a man.

Who?

A Kingsguard.

He tried to kill
Lord Tyrion at the Blackwater.

How did you
kill a Kingsguard?

I pushed a spear
through the back of his head.

Bloody ridiculous.

Help me with
these straps.

Hey.

Hey, get up.

Get up.

That's it lad,
put it inside.

Get the fire going again.
We're all freezing.

Aye. What we need
is a girl there.

I've got to
have a piss.

Now keep quiet.

You need water.

It doesn't matter.

Of course it matters.

You mustn't let
anything stop you.

They already have
stopped me.

No.

You're not here.

You're far from here.

What does that mean?

At the hill.

A great weirwood tree.

You've seen it, too.

Meera and I,
even Hodor,

we're only here
to guide you.

He's waiting for you.

We have to find it.

You have to make it.

We will.

This-- this isn't
the end.

Not for you.

Not yet.

How...

will we know
the end?

You'll know.

Brothers.

You do move quiet.

- How many?
- 11 men.

Most of them
already drunk.

No guards posted.

They don't seem to have
a care in the world.

We'll carve them up
like walnut pie.

Karl was a top paid
cutthroat in Flea Bottom.

I've seen what
he can do with a knife.

Have you seen what
I can do with a knife?

Not yet.

There's a hut on
the west side of the keep.

We should steer clear of it.

Why?

They've got some hounds
chained up inside.

Closer we can get without
the dogs sniffing us, the better.

New moon tonight.

Get some rest.

We move at sundown.

I've always liked
a girl with curls.

A touch of class.

You take
whatever's left.

Get her up.

Stop.

Stop.
What are you doing?

Hodor. Hodor. Hodor.

Stop.
Stop!

- Hodor. Hodor.
- Stop!

- Please.
- Hodor.

- Please, get off her!
- Hodor. Hodor.

Please!
Please, leave her alone!

Please, stop. Stop.

What are you doing?
Leave her alone!

Hodor. Hodor.

- No!
- Shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

You've got pretty hair,
don't you?

Now what is a pretty little
highborn girl like you

doing out here in
the deep, dark woods, eh?

You left your daddy's
castle looking for trouble, didn't you?

No dresses for you.

You like it rough,
don't you?

You like it in
the gutter, don't you?

If you let my sister go,
I can help you.

You can help me?

I can.

And how you
gonna do that?

I have the sight.
I can see things.

That's very helpful.

Things that haven't
happened yet.

What a fine thing.

A fine thing.

Have you seen
what I'm gonna do to your sister?

Have you seen what they're going
to do to your sister?

No.

Don't close your eyes.

I saw you die tonight.

I saw your body burn.

I saw the snow fall
and bury your bones.

To arms!

They're here,
the Night's Watch.

Rescue party
is here, lads.

Lady.

- Is Jon with you?
- Aye.

I'll take you to him.

You're Brandon Stark?

Hodor. Hodor.

The little crippled lord.
We're going for a ride, boy.

Jon! Jon!

Keep talking and I'll cut your
friends' throats.

Starting with the idiot.
Do you hear?

Do you hear?

Hodor! Hodor!

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.
Hodor.

Hodor.

Hodor, get his knife.
Cut me loose.

- Hodor, get his knife.
- Hodor.

Cut me loose, Hodor.

Jojen and Meera,
free them.

Go!

Jon.

Jon!

If he sees you,
he won't let you go north.

- He's my brother.
- And wants to protect you.

He'll take you back
to Castle Black.

You have to decide.

Do you want to find
the three-eyed raven?

- Hodor.
- Hodor.

We need to free Summer.

And we need to go.

Lord Snow.

Are you bringing me
back for trial?

We had
a good thing here.

We were free men.

You'll never be free.

You'll never know
what that's like.

You learn how to fight
in a castle?

Some old man
teach you how to stand,

how to parry?

How to fight
with honor?

You know what's
wrong with honor?

You.

Are you all right?

Come with me.

Come on.

We lost
four brothers?

Five.

What the seven hells
could do that to a man?

I count 10
dead mutineers.

Locke said there
were 11 of them.

Where's Rast?

- Here's another.
- Jon.

Where in seven hells?

Come here.

I missed you, boy.

What should we do
with this lot?

It's not safe for you
here on your own.

Mance Rayder has an army
heading this way

and there's worse out
there than Mance.

Come with us
to Castle Black.

We can find you work.
Keep you safe.

Meaning all respect,
Ser Crow,

Craster beat us
and worse.

Your brother crows
beat us and worse.

We'll find our own way.

You want to stay here

in Craster's Keep?

Burn it to the ground

and all the dead with it.

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