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It's coming from the courtyard.

It's the Lord Commander!

Help me get him inside.

Thorne did this.

How many of your brothers
do you think you can trust?

Trust?

The men in this room.

Does the wolf know you?

We need all the help we can get.

Ser Davos.

I saw him in the flames

fighting at Winterfell.

I can't speak for the flames...

but he's gone.

He was our Lord Commander.

He never should have been!

You all know why you're here.

Jon Snow is dead.

Who killed him?

I did.

And Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck

and the other officers
in this castle.

- Murderers!
- Traitors!

You're right!

We've committed treason, all of us.

Jon Snow was my Lord Commander.

I had no love for him.

That was no secret.

But I never once disobeyed an order.

Loyalty is the foundation

on which the Night's Watch is built.

And the Watch means everything to me.

I have given my life,

we have all given our lives
to the Night's Watch.

Jon Snow was going to
destroy the Night's Watch.

He let the wildlings
through our gates

as no Lord Commander
has ever done before.

He gave them the very land
on which they reaved

and raped and murdered.

Lord Commander Snow did
what he thought was right,

I've no doubt about that.

And what he thought was right
would have been the end of us.

He thrust a terrible choice upon us.

And we made it.

He'll have
seen we didn't come.

Thorne will have
made it official by now.

Castle Black is his.

I don't care who's sitting
at the high table.

Jon was my friend.

And those fuckers butchered him.

Now we return the favor.

We don't have the numbers.

- We have a direwolf.
- It's not enough.

I didn't know Lord
Commander Snow for long,

but I have to believe he wouldn't have
wanted his friends to die for nothing.

If you were planning to see tomorrow,
you picked the wrong room.

We all die today.

I say we do our best to take
Thorne with us when we go.

We need to fight,
but we don't need to die.

- Not if we have help.
- Who is gonna help us?

You're not the only ones who
owe your lives to Jon Snow.

Bolt the door.

Don't let anyone in.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

She was 11 the
first time I saw her.

The kennelmaster's daughter.

She smelled of dog.

I wasn't much older, but everybody
was already afraid of me.

You certainly were.

Myranda wasn't, though.

What could I do to her
that those hounds couldn't?

She was fearless.

There was nothing she wouldn't do.

Your pain will be paid for
a thousand times over.

I wish you could be here to watch.

Shall I have a
grave dug for her, my lord?

Or would you rather
the men build a pyre?

Buried, burned?

This is good meat.

Feed it to the hounds.

Your command of the
cavalry was impressive.

Thanks to you, the false king
Stannis Baratheon is dead.

Do you know who struck
the killing blow?

- No.
- A shame.

I'd reward the man.

Still, a great victory.

Do you feel like a victor?

I rebelled against the crown

to arrange your marriage
to Sansa Stark.

Do you think that
burning wagons in the night

and mowing down tired,
outnumbered Baratheons

is the same as facing a prepared
and provisioned Lannister army?

No.

A reckoning will come.

We need the North to face it.

The entire North.

They won't back us
without Sansa Stark.

We no longer have Sansa Stark.

You played your games with her.

You played your games with the heir to the
Iron Islands and now they're both gone.

I have a team of men after them
with some of my best hounds.

They won't get far.

I'm glad to hear it.

Without Sansa, you won't be
able to produce an heir.

And without an heir, well...

let's hope the maesters are right

and Lady Walda's carrying a boy.

We can't stop.

We have to cross here.

- I can't.
- It's the only way to throw off the hounds.

But it's too cold. I can't.
I won't make it. I'll die.

I've seen what his hounds
do to a person.

This way is better.

Over here.
Come on.

Sansa.

Sansa.

Tell them to settle down!

Stay here.
I'll lure them away.

No, I won't make it without you.

You will.

Go north, only north.

Jon is Lord Commander
at Castle Black.

He'll help you.

See somebody, eh?

- There they are!
- Get them!

Where is Lady Bolton?

- Dead.
- Liar.

She broke her leg
jumping from the ramparts.

I left her to die in the snow.

Got something!
Run!

Hyah!

Resist. Stay.

Stay.

I can't wait to see what parts
Ramsay cuts off you this time.

Rider! Who is it?

It's a bloody woman.

No! Please!

Lady Sansa, I offer
my services once again.

I will shield your back
and keep your counsel

and give my life
for yours if need be.

I swear it by the old
gods and the new.

And I vow...

that you shall always
have a place by my hearth

and...

Meat and mead at my table.

...meat and mead
at my table.

And I pledge to ask no service of you

that might bring you dishonor.

I swear it by the old
gods and the new.

Arise.

Your Grace,
I'm sorry to disturb you.

A ship from Dorne
has sailed into the harbor.

Myrcella.

Do you remember the first
time you saw a dead body?

Mother.

All I could think about when she died

was what would happen to her now.

Every day, every night,

what does Mama look like now?

Has she started to bloat?

Has her skin turned black?

Have her lips peeled
back from her teeth?

I think about locking
Myrcella in a crypt.

I think about her beautiful
little face starting to collapse.

Shh, shh.
Don't think about it.

I have to.

I have to. It's not right
she has to suffer alone.

She's not suffering.
She's gone.

No one can hurt her anymore.

She was good.

From her first breath,
she was so sweet.

I don't know where she came from.

She was nothing like me.

No meanness, no jealousy, just good.

I know.

I thought if I could
make something so good,

so pure...

- maybe I'm not a monster.
- Listen-- listen to me.

She was my daughter and I failed her.

No, I knew this would happen.

The witch told me years ago.

She promised me three children
and she promised me they'd die.

"And gold their shrouds."

Everything she said came true.

You couldn't have stopped it.

It's prophecy.
It's fate.

- You don't believe that.
- Of course I do.

You told me yourself
when Father died.

You said we had to stay together.

You said people would try to
tear us apart, take what's ours.

That was a prophecy, too.

I didn't listen to you and
everything you said came true.

Fuck prophecy.
Fuck fate.

Fuck everyone who isn't us.

We're the only ones who matter,

the only ones in this world.

And everything they've taken from us,

we're going to take back and more.

We're going to take
everything there is.

"The Seven Hells brim
with the souls of saintly men.

They scream in agony
and their shame is so great,

they do not feel the flames,

for now they see
if not for a single sin

they concealed,
they were saved."

I'd like to see my brother.

- Confess.
- Please.

How is he?
At least tell me that.

Confess.

I am the queen and I
demand to see my brother.

Sinners don't make demands.

They make confessions.

Septa Unella.

Our other guests need you.

There.

Septa Unella can be
overzealous at times.

I'll speak with her.

My brother, can you
tell me how he is?

It isn't Ser Loras
that brings me here.

Your husband misses you dearly.

The love between a man
and wife is sacred.

It reflects the love
the gods have for all of us.

But sin leads us away
from the sacred.

And only confession can purge sin.

I have nothing to confess.

So you believe you are pure?

Perfect?

Wholly without sin?

None of us are.

You have started down the path.

But you have many miles to go.

I always envied Oberyn.

He lived.

He truly lived.

Sailed around the world.

Fought men from every country.

Lay with the most
beautiful women alive.

- And men.
- And men.

He experienced everything

while I sat here in Dorne

trying my best to keep my
people alive and well fed.

But that is life.

We each have our roles.

Oberyn was born to be an adventurer.

And I was born to rule.

The gods are not fools.

You would have been
a lousy adventurer.

And Oberyn, pfft,

he would have been a terrible ruler.

Your mother is a brilliant
woman, you know that?

Prince Doran.

The Princess Myrcella.

When was the last time
you left this palace?

You don't know your own people.

Their disgust for you.

Elia Martell raped and
murdered, and you did nothing.

Oberyn Martell butchered,
and you did nothing.

You're not a Dornishman.

You're not our prince.

My son Trystane...

Your son is weak just like you.

And weak men will never
rule Dorne again.

I told you I'm not hungry.

We're not here to feed you.

We're here to kill you.

You want her to do it or me?

We are family.
I don't want to hurt you.

Her or me?

You.

Good.

Smart boy.

You're a greedy bitch, you know that?

We're never going to fix
what's wrong with this city

from the top
of an 800-foot pyramid.

We'll be fine.

We're dressed like common merchants.

You walk like a rich person.

You've spent a lot of time
studying the way rich people walk?

You walk as though the paving
stones were your personal property.

I used to steal from people
like you when I was a boy.

It's a good thing
you're not a boy anymore.

Because you have no cock.

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She thinks you want to eat her baby.

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- Mhysa means mother in Valyrian.
- I know what mhysa means.

- Who wrote it?
- Hard to know.

Our queen is not as popular
in Meereen as she used to be.

The Sons of the Harpy?

Very possibly.

Daenerys Targaryen took away
their most valuable property,

told them human beings weren't
even property to begin with.

You can see why they're unhappy.

Of course,

it could also be the freed men.

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Many of the former slaves feel
that Daenerys has abandoned them.

She did fly away on a
dragon and not come back.

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It's a problem.

Fear has brought Meereen
to a standstill.

Whoever you are, wherever you go,

someone in this city
wants to murder you.

We can't fight
an enemy we don't know.

The Sons of the Harpy
planned their attack

in the fighting pits very carefully,

which means they take
orders from someone.

And have you started
looking for that someone?

My little birds
have already taken wing.

Soon they'll return, singing
songs of men in gold masks.

Well, we won't be sailing
to Westeros anytime soon.

Goat?

Ram.

You think our friend got him?

Don't know anything else
that can melt a ram's horn.

We're on the right path, then.

Perhaps she's
tired of being queen.

I don't think she likes it very much.

She's too smart to like it.

Maybe she's flown somewhere else,

somewhere far away from men like us.

I've been all over the world.

There's no escaping men like us.

There's no escaping her, eh?

You keep coming back.
Why?

You know why.

Isn't it frustrating

wanting someone
who doesn't want you back?

Of course it is.

You're a romantic.
I admire that.

Sometimes I look at you and I think,

"So that's what I'll be like
when I grow old."

If you grow old.

If I grow old.

I hope I do.

I want to see what
the world looks like

when she's done conquering it.

So do I.

Huh, an army?

Not an army.

A horde.

Dothraki?

They have her.

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But there has to be a
price to pay for everything.

I know, but have you
tried telling him that?

Thank you.

Who'd go there after what
happened to that Kingsguard?

- Probably had it coming.
- Maybe so,

but I'm not risking it.

- Just can't do it.
- All right.

Honesty as well. He gets it.

Are you listening, blind girl?

Do you hear them talking?

Do any of them talk to you?

No.

So sad.

Stand and fight, blind girl.

I can't see.

That's your problem, not mine.

See you tomorrow.

Ser Davos, we have no cause to fight.

We are both anointed knights.

Hear that, lads?
Nothing to fear.

I will grant
amnesty to all brothers

who throw down their arms
before nightfall.

And you, Ser Davos, I will
allow you to travel south

a free man with a fresh horse.

And some mutton.

I'd like some mutton.

- What?
- I'm not much of a hunter.

I'll need some food if I'm gonna
make it south without starving.

We'll give you food.

You can bring the Red Woman
with you if you like.

Or you can leave her here with
us, whichever you choose.

But surrender by nightfall
or this ends with blood.

Thank you, Ser Alliser.

We'll discuss amongst ourselves and
come back to you with an answer.

Boys, I've been running
from men like that all my life.

In my learned opinion,
we open that door--

And they'll slaughter us all.

They want to come in,
they're gonna come in.

- Aye, but we don't need to make it
easy for them. - Edd is our only chance.

It's a sad fucking statement if
Dolorous Edd is our only chance.

There's always the Red Woman.

What's one redhead gonna do
against 40 armed men?

You haven't seen her do
what I've seen her do.

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