All language subtitles for Game.of.Thrones.S07E03.1080p.BluRay.x264-ROVERS

The bastard of Winterfell.

The dwarf of Casterly Rock.

I believe we last saw each other
atop the Wall.

You were pissing off the edge,
if I remember right.

Picked up some scars
along the road.

It's been a long road.

But we're both still here.

I'm Tyrion Lannister.

Davos Seaworth.

Ah, the Onion Knight.

We fought on opposite sides
at the Battle of Blackwater Bay.

Unluckily for me.

Missandei is the queen's
most trusted advisor.

Welcome to Dragonstone.

Our queen knows
it is a long journey.

She appreciates the efforts
you have made on her behalf.

If you wouldn't mind
handing over your weapons...

Of course.

DOTHRAKI WARRIOR: Shit.

(LAUGHING)

Please, this way.

Where are you from?

I can't place the accent.

I was born
on the Island of Naath.

Ah. I hear
it's beautiful down there.

Palm trees and butterflies.
Haven't been, myself.

This place has changed.

TYRION: And Sansa?
I hear she's alive and well.

JON: She is.
TYRION: Does she miss me terribly?

A sham marriage.
And unconsummated.

- I didn't ask.
- Well, it was.

Wasn't. Anyway. She's much
smarter than she lets on.

She's starting to let on.

Good.

At some point, I want to hear

how a Night's Watch recruit
became King in the North.

JON: As long as you tell me

how a Lannister became
Hand to Daenerys Targaryen.

A long and bloody tale.

To be honest,
I was drunk for most of it.

My bannermen think
I'm a fool for coming here.

Of course they do.

If I was your Hand,
I would have advised against it.

General rule of thumb,

Stark men don't fare well
when they travel south.

True.

But I'm not a Stark.

(DRAGON ROARS)

(PANTING)

I'd say you get used to them,

but you never really do.

(SCREECHES)

Come, their mother
is waiting for you.

VARYS: I wondered why you weren't
there to meet our guests.

You begged us to summon
the King in the North.

Don't you want to see him again?

I've done my part.

I've brought
ice and fire together.

VARYS: Strange.

You spoke so highly of Jon Snow,

but when he arrives
you hide on a cliff.

I didn't take you
for a bashful girl.

My time whispering in the ears
of kings has come to an end.

Oh, I doubt that.

Give us common folk
one taste of power,

we're like the lion
who tasted man.

Nothing is ever so sweet again.

Neither of us is
common folk anymore.

I did not part on good terms
with the King in the North,

- or his advisor.
- Why?

Because of mistakes I made.

Terrible mistakes.

I would only be a distraction
if stayed.

- So, where will you go?
- Volantis.

Good.

If you don't mind my saying,

I don't think you should
return to Westeros.

I'm not sure you'd be safe here.

Oh, I will return, dear spider,
one last time.

My lady...

I have to die
in this strange country.

Just like you.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

MISSANDEI:
You stand in the presence of

Daenerys Stormborn
of House Targaryen.

Rightful heir
to the Iron Throne,

rightful Queen of the Andals
and the First Men,

Protector of the Seven Kingdoms,

the Mother of Dragons,

the Khaleesi
of the Great Grass Sea,

the Unburnt,
the Breaker of Chains.

This is Jon Snow.

He's King in the North.

Thank you for traveling so far,
my lord.

I hope the seas
weren't too rough.

The winds were kind, Your Grace.

Apologies, I have
a Flea Bottom accent, I know,

but Jon Snow is
King in the North, Your Grace.

- He's not a lord.
- Forgive me...

Your Grace,
this is Ser Davos Seaworth.

Forgive me, Ser Davos.

I never did receive
a formal education.

But I could have sworn I read
the last King in the North

was Torrhen Stark,

who bent the knee
to my ancestor, Aegon Targaryen.

In exchange for his life
and the lives of the Northmen,

Torrhen Stark swore fealty to
House Targaryen, in perpetuity.

Or do I have my facts wrong?

I wasn't there, Your Grace.

No, of course not.

But still, an oath is an oath.

And perpetuity means...

What does perpetuity mean,
Lord Tyrion?

- Forever.
- Forever.

So, I assume, my lord,
you're here to bend the knee.

I am not.

Oh.

Well, that is unfortunate.

You've traveled all this way

to break faith
with House Targaryen?

Break faith?

Your father
burned my grandfather alive.

He burned my uncle alive.

He would have burned
the Seven Kingdoms...

My father was an evil man.

On behalf of House Targaryen,

I ask your forgiveness

for the crimes he committed
against your family.

And I ask you
not to judge a daughter

by the sins of her father.

Our two houses
were allies for centuries,

and those were
the best centuries

the Seven Kingdoms
have ever known.

Centuries of peace
and prosperity,

with a Targaryen
sitting on the Iron Throne

and a Stark serving
as Warden of the North.

I am the last Targaryen,
Jon Snow.

Honor the pledge
your ancestor made to mine.

Bend the knee and I will
name you Warden of the North.

Together, we will
save this country

from those who would destroy it.

You're right.

You're not guilty
of your father's crimes.

And I'm not beholden
to my ancestor's vows.

Then why are you here?

Because I need your help,
and you need mine.

Did you see three dragons flying
overhead when you arrived?

I did.

And did you see the Dothraki,

all of whom
have sworn to kill for me?

They're hard to miss.

But still, I need your help?

DAVOS: Not to defeat Cersei.

You could storm
King's Landing tomorrow

and the city would fall.

Hell, we almost took it
and we didn't even have dragons.

Almost.

But you haven't
stormed King's Landing.

Why not?

The only reason I can see is
you don't want to kill

thousands of innocent people.

It's the fastest way to win
the war, but you won't do it.

Which means, at the very least,
you're better than Cersei.

Still, that doesn't explain
why I need your help.

Because right now, you and I
and Cersei and everyone else,

we're children
playing at a game,

screaming that
the rules aren't fair.

- You told me you liked this man.
- I do.

DAENERYS:
In the time since he's met me,

he's refused to call me queen,

he's refused to bow,
and now he's calling me a child.

I believe
he's calling all of us children.

Figure of speech.

Your Grace, everyone you know
will die before winter's over

if we don't defeat
the enemy to the North.

As far as I can see,
you are the enemy to the North.

I'm not your enemy.

The dead are the enemy.

The dead. Is that
another figure of speech?

The Army of the Dead
is on the march.

The Army of the Dead?

You don't know me well, my lord,
but do you think I'm a liar?

Or a madman?

No, I don't think
you're either of those things.

The Army of the Dead is real.

The White Walkers are real.
The Night King is real.

I've seen them.

If they get past the Wall

and we're squabbling
amongst ourselves,

we're finished.

I was born at Dragonstone.

Not that I can remember it.

We fled before Robert's
assassins could find us.

Robert was your father's
best friend, no?

I wonder if your father knew
his best friend sent assassins

to murder a baby girl
in her crib.

Not that it matters now,
of course.

I spent my life
in foreign lands.

So many men
have tried to kill me,

I don't remember
all their names.

I have been sold
like a broodmare.

I've been chained and betrayed,
raped and defiled.

Do you know
what kept me standing

through all those years
in exile?

Faith.

Not in any gods,

not in myths and legends.

In myself.

In Daenerys Targaryen.

The world hadn't seen
a dragon in centuries,

until my children were born.

The Dothraki hadn't
crossed the sea, any sea.

They did for me.

I was born to rule
the Seven Kingdoms,

and I will.

You'll be ruling
over a graveyard

if we don't defeat
the Night King.

The war against my sister
has already begun.

You can't expect us
to halt hostilities

and join you in fighting

whatever you saw
beyond the Wall.

You don't believe him.

I understand that,
it sounds like nonsense.

But if destiny has brought
Daenerys Targaryen

back to our shores,

it has also made Jon Snow
King in the North.

You were the first
to bring Dothraki to Westeros?

He is the first to make allies
of wildlings and Northmen.

He was named Lord Commander
of the Night's Watch,

he was named King in the North.
Not because of his birthright.

He has no birthright,
he's a damn bastard.

All those hard sons of bitches
chose him as their leader

because they believe in him.

All those things
you don't believe in,

he faced those things.

He fought those things
for the good of his people.

He risked his life
for his people.

He took a knife in the heart
for his people.

He gave his own...

If we don't put aside
our enmities and band together,

we will die.

And then it doesn't matter

whose skeleton sits
on the Iron Throne.

If it doesn't matter,
then you might as well kneel.

Swear your allegiance
to Queen Daenerys,

help her to defeat my sister,

and together, our armies
will protect the North.

There's no time for that.

There's no time for any of this!

While we stand here, debating...

TYRION: It takes no time
to bend the knee.

Pledge your sword to her cause.

And why would I do that?

I mean no offense, Your Grace,
but I don't know you.

As far as I can tell,
your claim to the throne

rests entirely
on your father's name,

and my own father fought
to overthrow the Mad King.

The lords of the North placed
their trust in me to lead them,

and I will continue to do so,
as well as I can.

That's fair.

It's also fair to point out that

I'm the rightful Queen
of the Seven Kingdoms.

By declaring yourself king
of the northernmost kingdom,

you are in open rebellion.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(WHISPERING)

You must forgive my manners.

You'll both be tired
after your long journey.

We'll have baths drawn for you
and supper sent to your rooms.

(SPEAKS DOTHRAKI)

Am I your prisoner?

Not yet.

(DOOR CLOSES)

VARYS: Our ironborn and Dornish allies
were attacked en route to Dorne.

And?

Two or three ships escaped,
the rest, sunk or captured.

Ellaria and the Sand Snakes
dead or captured.

The Greyjoys dead or captured.

All of them?

(MEN GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(SHUDDERING)

Your sister's dead?

Euron has her.

You saw him take her?

But you got away?

I couldn't save her. I tried.

You wouldn't be here
if you tried.

(CHEERING)

- What a slut!
- Traitor!

This is the life.

Look at them,
cheering for a Greyjoy.

Greyjoy!

I have to be honest,
this is making me hard.

Did you see Little Theon's face

right before
he jumped overboard?

(MOCKINGLY) "Oh, no!"

What a twat. (CHUCKLES)

(CROWD CONTINUES BOOING)

Fucking blighter! Murderer!

Whore! Whore! Whore!

(ALL CLAPPING)

My queen,
please accept this gift,

on behalf of all of your loyal
subjects in the Iron Islands.

(BOTH GASP)

I give you
what no other man could give.

Justice.

Justice for your
murdered daughter.

(SCOFFS)

You've proven yourself

the greatest captain
on the Fourteen Seas,

and a true friend to the Crown.

You deserve
more than a true friend.

And you deserve a proper reward
for your heroism.

There's only one reward I want.

You shall have
what your heart desires

when the war is won.

With Euron Greyjoy
commanding our naval forces,

and Jaime Lannister
leading our armies,

the sons and daughters
of Westeros

shall defend our country.

(ALL CHEERING)

There's nothing quite like it,
is there?

The love of the people.

Though I suppose
you wouldn't know.

This same mob
spat at my sister not long ago.

And if you turn on us,

they'll cheer to see
your head mounted on a spike.

Or yours.

They just like
severed heads, really.

Listen, if you have
any advice at all,

I'd love to hear it.

When we have an hour
or two to speak, as brothers.

Advice?

Does she like it gentle
or rough?

A finger in the bum? (SHUSHES)

Not now. We'll talk later.

CERSEI: I want you to know
I understand.

Even though we're enemies,
you and I,

I understand the fury
that drives you.

I was there that day,

when Ser Gregor
crushed your lover's head.

If I close my eyes,

I can hear the sound
of Oberyn's skull breaking.

The sound of your scream.

I never heard a sound like that.
I thought, "That's true love."

Oberyn looked beautiful
that day, he really did.

No one moved like him.

No one had such skill
with a spear.

(CHUCKLES) Even Ser Gregor
couldn't stop him.

If only he hadn't taunted him.

He could've walked away
and left poor Ser Gregor to die.

But that wasn't
your lover's way, was it?

Now he's buried somewhere.

And here's Ser Gregor,
stronger than ever.

That must be difficult for you.

When my daughter
was taken from me,

my only daughter,

well, you can't imagine
how that feels

unless you've lost a child.

I fed her at my own breast

even though they told me
to give her to the wet nurse.

I couldn't bear to see her
in another woman's arms.

I never got to have a mother,
but Myrcella did.

She was mine,
and you took her from me.

Why did you do that?

Doesn't matter now.

Your daughter's a beauty, too.

Those brown eyes, those lips.

Perfect Dornish beauty.

I imagine she's your favorite.
(CHUCKLES)

I know, I know, we're not
supposed to have favorites,

but still, we're only human.

We love whom we love.

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

I'm sorry,
I can't understand you.

That gag makes it impossible to
understand what you're saying.

It must be frustrating.

We all make our choices.

You chose to murder my daughter.

You must have felt powerful

- after you made that choice.
- (MUFFLED YELL)

Do you feel powerful now?

I don't sleep very well.

Not at all, really.

I like in bed
and I stare at the canopy,

and imagine ways
of killing my enemies.

How to destroy Ellaria Sand,

the woman who murdered
my only daughter?

I thought about having
Ser Gregor crush your skull

the way he did Oberyn's.

Would be poetic, I suppose,
but fast, too fast.

I thought about having him crush
your daughter's skull.

She's so beautiful.

The thought of this lovely face
cracking open like a duck egg,

no, it's just not right.

Mama.

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERING)

Qyburn here
is the cleverest man I know.

Clever enough to learn

what poison you used
to murder Myrcella.

- The Long Goodbye, was that it?
- The Long Farewell.

That's the one.

How long does the poison take?

QYBURN: Difficult to say.

Hours, days, it depends
on the subject's constitution.

But death is certain?

QYBURN: Oh, yes, Your Grace,
quite certain.

Your daughter will die here
in this cell,

and you will be here watching
when she does.

You'll be here
the rest of your days.

If you refuse to eat, we'll
force food down your throat.

You will live
to watch your daughter rot.

To watch that beautiful face
collapse to bone and dust.

All the while contemplating
the choices you've made.

Make sure the guards change
the torches every few hours,

I don't want her
to miss a thing.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

No.

(BREATH HEAVING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Don't.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

What are you doing?
No one can see us like this.

CERSEI: I am the
Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,

I'll do as I please.

Forgive me, Your Grace.

The visitor from Braavos
has arrived.

Good. And we'll need
fresh sheets for the bed.

At once, Your Grace.

(CHUCKLES)

No, thank you.

My condolences, Your Grace,
on the death of your son.

From all reports,
he was a fine young man.

The Iron Bank didn't send you
here to offer condolences.

Condolences and congratulations.

To become the first ruling
Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,

that's quite an accomplishment.

The Iron Bank appreciates

how you cast off
the yoke of superstition,

freeing the Crown from elements

who sought to subvert
the rule of law.

The destruction of
the Sept of Baelor

was a tragic accident.

Indeed.

But sometimes tragedies
are necessary

to restore order
and rational leadership.

The Iron Bank
wants its gold back.

Your father
never minced words either.

But, yes,
your debts are considerable.

And you're now engaged
in a conflict on several fronts.

We both know
how expensive war can be.

And we both know gold wins wars.

Your vaults are empty.

Your late husband's profligacy
saw to that.

Your wealthiest allies,
the Tyrells,

are now your enemies.

You are surrounded on all sides
by rivals for the Throne.

And the Iron Bank
wants to bet on a winner.

We don't make bets.

We invest in endeavors

we deem likely to be successful.

A fancy way of saying bet.

The war's already begun,
I've drawn first blood.

I decapitated the Dornish snake.

My armada owns the Narrow Sea.

Euron Greyjoy's armada owns
the Narrow Sea.

Euron Greyjoy is loyal to me.

For now.

Daenerys Targaryen
has three full-grown dragons.

How well do wooden ships fare
against fire-breathing dragons?

Her dragons might not be
as invulnerable as some think.

But let's talk about
the Targaryen girl.

You want to invest in her?

I'm guessing the Iron Bank
invested considerable gold

in the slave trade.

How are your profits,

now that Daenerys has freed
all the slaves?

The slave trade has entered
a downturn, it's true.

From what I gather,
she considers herself

more of a revolutionary
than a monarch.

In your experience,

how do bankers usually fare
with revolutionaries?

The Lannisters owe the Iron Bank
quite a lot of money,

but Lannisters
always pay their debts.

Do former slaves, or Dothraki,
or dragons?

Your father's daughter, indeed.

CERSEI: Give me a fortnight.

Stay in King's Landing
as my honored guest.

And when you return to Braavos,
I swear to you,

my debt will be paid in full.

I came down here to brood

over my failure to predict
the Greyjoy attack.

You're making it difficult.

You look a lot better brooding
than I do.

You make me feel
like I'm failing

at brooding over failing.

I'm a prisoner on this island.

I wouldn't say you're a prisoner
on this island.

You're free to walk the castle,
the beaches,

to go wherever you want.

Except to my ship.

You took my ship.

I wouldn't say
we took your ship.

I'm not playing
word games with you.

The dead are coming for us all.

TYRION: Why don't you figure out
what to do

about my missing fleet
and murdered allies,

and I'll figure out what to do
about your walking dead men.

It's hard for me to fathom,
it really is.

If someone told me about
the White Walkers

and the Night King...

You probably don't believe me.

I do, actually.

You didn't before.

"Grumkins and snarks,"
you called them.

Do you remember?

You said it was all nonsense.

It was nonsense.
Everybody knew it.

But then Mormont saw them,
and you saw them.

And I trust the eyes
of an honest man

more than I trust
what everybody knows.

How do I convince people
who don't know me

that an enemy
they don't believe in

is coming to kill them all?

Good question.

I know it's a good question,
I'm looking for an answer.

People's minds aren't made
for problems that large.

White Walkers, the Night King,
Army of the Dead...

It's almost a relief

to confront a comfortable,
familiar monster like my sister.

I need to help prepare
my people for what's coming.

I can't help them from here.

I'd like to leave.

It seems unlikely that you
became King in the North

by giving up that easily.

Everyone told me to learn
from my father's mistakes.

Don't go south.

Don't answer a summons
from the Mad King's daughter,

a foreign invader.

And here I am.

A Northern fool.

TYRION: Children are not
their fathers,

luckily for all of us.

And sometimes
there's more to foreign invaders

and Northern fools
than meets the eye.

Daenerys could have sailed
for Westeros long ago,

but she didn't.

Instead, she stayed
where she was

and saved many people
from horrible fates,

some of whom are on this island
with us right now.

While you're our guest here,
you might consider asking them

what they think
of the Mad King's daughter.

She protects people
from monsters,

just as you do.

It's why she came here.

And she's not about to
head north

to fight an enemy
she's never seen

on the word of a man
she doesn't know

after a single meeting.

It's not a reasonable thing
to ask.

So, do you have anything
reasonable to ask?

What do you mean?

Maybe you are a Northern fool.

I'm asking if there's something
I can do to help you.

- Dragonglass?
- TYRION: Yes. Volcanic glass.

Obsidian. He says you have
a tremendous amount of it here.

Why are we talking about glass?
We just lost two of our allies.

Which is why I was speaking
to Jon Snow, a potential ally.

And what does
the King in the North want

with dragonglass?

Apparently, it can be turned
into weapons

that kill White Walkers
and their foot soldiers.

Or stop them.

Destroy them.

Unsure about the nomenclature.

And what do you think
about this Army of the Dead

and White Walkers
and Night Kings?

I'd very much like to believe
that Jon Snow is wrong.

But a wise man once said that
you should never believe a thing

simply because
you want to believe it.

Which wise man said this?

I don't remember.

Are you trying to present
your own statements

as ancient wisdom?

I would never do that.

To you.

The reason I believe Jon Snow
is because he's here.

All of his advisors
would have told him not to come.

I would have told him
not to come.

And he's here anyway.

You don't have to believe him.

Let him mine the dragonglass.

If he's wrong, it's worthless.

You didn't even know
it was here.

It's nothing to you.

Give him something
by giving him nothing.

Take a step toward
a more productive relationship

with a possible ally.

Keep him occupied while
we focus on the task at hand.

Casterly Rock.

What was that Ser Davos said

about taking a knife
in the heart for his people?

Did you notice that?

You must allow them
their flights of fancy.

It's dreary in the North.

(DRAGON SCREECHES)

Amazing thing to see.

I named them for my brothers,
Viserys and Rhaegar.

They're both gone now.

You lost two brothers as well.

People thought dragons
were gone forever,

but here they are.

Perhaps we should all be
examining what we think we know.

You've been talking to Tyrion.

He is my Hand.

JON: He enjoys talking.

We all enjoy what we're good at.

I don't.

You know I'm not going to let
Cersei stay on the Iron Throne.

I never expected that you would.

And I haven't changed my mind

about which kingdoms
belong to that throne.

I haven't either.

(SIGHS)

I will allow you
to mine the dragonglass

and forge weapons from it.

Any resources or men you need,
I will provide for you.

Thank you.

So, you believe me, then,
about the Night King

and the Army of the Dead?

You'd better get to work,
Jon Snow.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

How much do we have?

Four thousand bushels, my lady.

And what does that mean?

For the current occupants
of the castle,

it's enough food for a year,
perhaps more.

And what's the longest winter
in the past 100 years?

Uh... I'm not entirely certain.

I'll check
Maester Luwin's records.

He kept a copy
of every raven scroll.

You're telling me
we don't have enough food.

Especially not
if the armies of the North

come back to defend Winterfell.

No, my lady, most likely not.

Then we must prepare
for that eventuality.

Whatever direction
the threat comes from,

this is the best place to be.

We need to start building up
our grain stores

with regular shipments
from every keep in the North.

If we don't use it
by winter's end,

we'll give it back to them.

But if the entire North
has to flee to Winterfell,

they won't have time to bring
wagonloads of grain with them.

Very wise, my lady.

Maester Wolkan,
you'll see to it?

Are they covering those
breastplates in leather?

No, my lady.

Shouldn't they be?

Once the real cold comes?

They should, indeed.

Pardon me, my lady.

You there, why isn't there
leather on these?

Command suits you.

The Northerners are all
facing north,

worried about the threat
from beyond the Wall.

So they should be.

I know Cersei better
than anyone here.

If you turn your back on her...

You don't know Cersei
better than anyone here.

I only meant to say...

That the woman who murdered
my mother, father and brother

is dangerous?

Thank you for your wise counsel.

One of two things will happen.

Either the dead will defeat
the living, in which case...

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
All our troubles come to an end.

Or life will win out.

And what then?

Don't fight in the North,

or the South.

Fight every battle,
everywhere, always,

in your mind.

Everyone is your enemy,

everyone is your friend.

Every possible series of events
is happening all at once.

Live that way
and nothing will surprise you.

Everything that happens

will be something
that you've seen before.

Lady Sansa. At the gate.

(CROWD MURMURING)

Hello, Sansa.

(SOBBING)

SANSA: I wish Jon were here.

Yes.

I need to speak to him.

You're Father's last living
trueborn son.

You're Lord of Winterfell now.

I can never be
Lord of Winterfell.

I can never be lord of anything.

I'm the Three-Eyed Raven.

I don't know what that means.

It's difficult to explain.

Try. Please, for me.

It means I can see everything.

Everything that's
ever happened, to everyone.

Everything that's happening
right now.

It's all pieces now, fragments.

I need to learn to see better.

When the Long Night comes again,

I need to be ready.

How do you know all this?

The three-eyed raven taught me.

I thought you were
the Three-Eyed Raven.

I told you
it's difficult to explain.

(SIGHS)

Bran...

I'm sorry
for all that's happened to you.

I'm sorry it had to happen here,
in our home.

It was so beautiful that night.

Snow falling,

just like now.

And you were so beautiful,

in your white wedding dress.

I have to go back inside, Bran.

I'll stay a bit longer.

(MAN COUGHING IN DISTANCE)

Hmm.

Hmm.

Does it hurt?

A bit.

Less than before.

The infection no longer
appears to be active.

Unusual.

Unlikely.

One could almost be forgiven
for thinking

that the entire upper layer
of diseased skin was debrided,

and the underlying region

treated with
some sort of unguent.

Don't know anything about that.

I just started feeling better.

I assumed it was the rest
that did it.

And the climate.

Climate.

You're free to go, ser.

This chamber is needed
for the infectious,

which you are no longer.

Tarly, I'd like to
speak with you

in my study this evening.

How bad is it?

Suppose I'll find out
this evening.

Where will you go?

I surrendered to this sickness
the moment I first saw it.

I knew it would kill me,

or I'd kill myself
before it could.

Daenerys Stormborn
convinced me otherwise.

The only place for me
is back with her.

I owe her my life.

Her and you.

Your father saved me
more than once.

It's the least I could do.

Perhaps our paths
will cross again.

I hope they do.

- EBROSE: You treated him.
- Yes.

EBROSE: Who told you to treat him?

No one.

Who forbade you, or anyone,
to attempt to treat him?

I seem to remember, you.

But you treated him anyway.

I did, yes.

I forbade it because it is
dangerous and rarely successful.

Especially on someone
of that age.

You could have infected
yourself and others.

You could have devastated
the entire Citadel.

But you didn't.

It's a meticulous,
difficult procedure.

Many maesters whose chains
are heavy with healing links

have attempted it and failed.

Yet you succeeded.

How?

I read the books
and followed the instructions.

That man is alive
because of you.

You should be proud.

Thank you, Archmaester.

Come here.

All these manuscripts
and scrolls are rotting away.

I need you to make copies
of them.

- You were expecting a reward?
- (SIGHS)

Your reward

is not being immediately
expelled from the Citadel.

You'd better get started.

Be careful of the paper mites.

They like flesh as well.

We need to find Euron Greyjoy's
fleet and sink it.

Your Grace,

he's already destroyed
a good portion of our fleet.

To send our remaining ships
after him...

I'm not talking about
sending our ships after him.

Would you have to go yourself?

Euron's ships could be anywhere,

or in more than one place.

You'd be flying around
the open seas alone,

for who knows how long.

I wouldn't be alone.

I would have Drogon, Viserion
and Rhaegal.

What can anyone do to them?

MISSANDEI: They can still
do something to you.

It only takes one arrow.

It's too great a risk.
You're too important.

What about Casterly Rock?

VARYS: The Unsullied
will be there soon.

And what will they face?

A difficult situation.

They know we're coming.

TYRION: Yes.

Cersei believes
my sole purpose in life

is to destroy House Lannister.

She will be ready.

No one has ever taken the Rock.

LANNISTER SOLDIER: Archers!

TYRION: The Lannister Army is still
the army my father built.

LANNISTER SOLDIER: Come on!

TYRION: Well trained
and well provisioned,

10,000 men at least.

They will see us coming.

They will be ready.

The gates of Casterly Rock
are impregnable.

(GRUNTS)

TYRION: The fight up the walls
will be hard.

We will be at a disadvantage.

Many men will die.

Just as my father said
they would.

Interesting thing
about my father.

He built our house up
from near ruin,

he built our army,

he built Casterly Rock
as we know it,

but he didn't build the sewers.

That was beneath him.

So, he gave the job to
the lowest person he could find.

Me.

He was right, I was low.

The company I kept, low.

Women, mostly.

They weren't welcome
at the Rock.

Father disapproved
of that sort of behavior.

Couldn't walk them
through the front gates,

I couldn't have them
in my chambers.

So, in the process
of building the sewers,

I threw in something for myself.

It was a passage that began

in an out-of-the-way cove
by the sea

and ended beneath
one of the main guard towers.

No better place for low pursuits

than beneath the ground.

Casterly Rock
is an impregnable fortress.

But as a good friend of mine
once said,

"Give me 10 good men

- "and I'll impregnate the bitch."
- (STRAINING)

And so it begins.

(YELLING)

They'll face the bulk
of the Lannister forces.

They will be outnumbered.

They will have less armor
and fewer weapons.

My sister's armies fight
for her out of fear.

The Unsullied will be fighting
for something greater.

They will be fighting
for freedom,

and the person
who gave it to them.

They will fight for you.

And that is why

they will triumph.

(UNSULLIED SOLDIER SPEAKS VALYRIAN)

There are none left.

(GREY WORM SPEAKS VALYRIAN)

There are supposed to be
more than this.

Many more.

(IN ENGLISH) Where are they?

Where are the rest
of the Lannisters?

(DOOR OPENS)

It's done.

It is.

And now the rains weep
o'er our halls.

(SIGHS)

Did we fight well?

As well as could be expected.

OLENNA: It was never our forte.

Golden roses, indeed.

Your brother and his new queen

thought you would be defending
Casterly Rock.

The truth is Casterly Rock
isn't worth much anymore.

Well, it is to me.

But my fond childhood memories
won't keep Cersei on the throne.

So, you just let them take it?

For now.
They won't be able to hold it.

Euron Greyjoy's navy
burned their ships,

we emptied the larders
before we left.

Eventually they'll be forced
to abandon their position

and march all the way
across Westeros.

And you took your army,
your real army,

and went where they weren't.

As Robb Stark did to me
at Whispering Wood.

There are always lessons
in failures.

Yes.

You must be very wise by now.

My father always said
I was a slow learner.

If he was so clever,

why didn't he take Highgarden

the moment
your gold mines ran dry?

I suppose I'll be able
to ask him myself soon enough.

No more learning
from my mistakes, eh?

How will you do it?

With that sword?

That was Joffrey's sword,
wasn't it?

Not that he ever used it.

What did he call it?

Widow's Wail.

He really was a cunt, wasn't he?

I did unspeakable things
to protect my family.

Or watched them being done,
on my orders.

I never lost
a night's sleep over them.

They were necessary.

And whatever
I imagined necessary

for the safety of House Tyrell,
I did.

But your sister has done things

I was incapable of imagining.

That was my prize mistake.

A failure of imagination.

She's a monster,
you do know that?

To you, I'm sure.
To others as well.

But after we've won,

and there's no one left
to oppose us,

when people
are living peacefully

in the world she built,

do you really think
they'll wring their hands

over the way she built it?

You love her.

You really do love her.

You poor fool.

She'll be the end of you.

Possibly.

Not much to be gained

from discussing it with you,
though, is there?

What better person
to discuss it with?

What better guarantee
could you have

that the things you say
will never leave this room?

But perhaps you're right.

If she's driven you this far,
it's gone beyond your control.

Yes.

It has.

She's a disease.

I regret my role
in spreading it.

You will, too.

I think we're done here.

How will it happen?

Cersei had several ideas.

Whipping you through the streets

and beheading you
in front of the Red Keep.

Flaying you alive

and hanging you from the walls
of King's Landing.

I talked her out of those.

Will there be pain?

No, I made sure of that.

That's good.

I'd hate to die like your son.

Clawing at my neck,

foam and bile
spilling from my mouth,

eyes blood red, skin purple.

Must have been horrible for you,
as a Kingsguard, as a father.

It was horrible enough for me.

A shocking scene.

Not at all what I intended.

You see,

I'd never seen
the poison work before.

Tell Cersei.

I want her to know it was me.