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♪ Game of Thrones S04E10 The Children ♪
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You're wearing a
black cloak again.

I've been sent to
negotiate with you.

It appears my trusting
nature got the better of me.

It's happened before.

I was hoping your
loyalty was real

when you pledged yourself
to us, Jon Snow.

Truly I was.

The Halfhand ordered
me to join your army

and bring back whatever information
I could to Castle Black.

He made me kill him
so you'd trust me.

I was loyal...

to him and to my
Night's Watch vows.

All your vows?

She wasn't enough
to turn you, eh?

Were you enough to turn her?

She put three arrows in me

when I escaped.

Did you see her again
at Castle Black?

- Yes.
- And?

She's dead.

- Your doing?
- No.

We'll drink to her.

Of all the ways I'd kill you,

poison would be the last.

- Ygritte.
- Ygritte.

That's not wine.

No, it's a proper
northern drink, Jon Snow.

You did well. Fought hard.

Killed some of our
strongest men.

One of our giants
went into your tunnel

and never came out again.

Mag the Mighty.

He's dead.

He killed my friend Grenn.

He was their king.

The last of a bloodline
that stretches back

before the First Men.

Grenn came from a farm.

- Mag and Grenn.
- Grenn and Mag.

Kullback, could I trouble
you for something to eat?

I don't imagine our guest
has eaten anything

for quite some time.

So, you're here to
strike a bargain?

Turn your army
around and go home.

You know I know
you're low on arrows,

you're low on oil,
you're low on men.

How many are left, 50?

I told Tormund and Orell.

We have more than 1,000 men.

I showed you everything I had.

The whole army, 100,000 strong.

And what did you do?

You fired on us with
everything you had.

It wasn't much. As
soon as I saw that,

I sent 400 men to
climb the Wall,

an unmanned stretch five
miles west of here.

A lot of them will die climbing,

but most of them will be
over by the end of the day.

It's me being honest
with you, Jon Snow,

which is more than
you've ever done for me.

My people have bled enough.

We're not here to conquer.

We're here to hide
behind your Wall.

Just like you. We
need your tunnel.

Now we both know that
winter is coming.

And if my people aren't south of
the Wall when it comes in earnest,

we'll all end up
worse than dead.

You want to strike
a bargain with me?

Here's the bargain.

You go back, you open
the gates to us,

and I swear to you that
no one else will die.

Refuse,

and we'll kill every last
man at Castle Black.

Ah!

Oh, that's why you're here.

I reckon you could do it before
any of them could stop you.

They'd kill you, of course.

They'd kill you slow.

But you knew that when
you came in here.

Are you capable of
that, Jon Snow?

Killing a man in his own tent
when he's just offered you peace?

Is that what the
Night's Watch is?

Is that what you are?

Riders coming!

- Are you attacking us?
- No.

It's like you said, we
don't have the men.

Hold! To me! To me!

Stand down!

I said my people
have bled enough

and I meant it.

Round them up.

Stay with the horses.

You're the King-beyond-the-Wall?

- Do you know who I am?
- Never had the pleasure.

This is Stannis Baratheon,

the one true king of
the Seven Kingdoms.

We're not in the Seven Kingdoms and
you're not dressed for this weather.

It is customary to kneel
when surrendering to a king.

We do not kneel.

I'll have thousands of your
men in chains by nightfall,

have nowhere to put them,
have nothing to feed them.

I'm not here to
slaughter beat dogs.

Their fate depends
on their king.

All the same, we do not kneel.

Take these men away.

What's a man of the Night's
Watch doing in a wildling camp?

I was sent to discuss terms
with the King-beyond-the-Wall.

You're speaking to the
one true king, boy.

You will address
him as Your Grace.

I know he's the king.
My father died for him.

My name is Jon Snow, Your Grace.

I'm Ned Stark's son.

Your father was
an honorable man.

He was, Your Grace.

What do you think he'd
have done with him?

I was this man's prisoner once.

He could have tortured me.
He could have killed me.

But he spared my life.

I think my father would
have taken him prisoner,

listened to what he had to say.

Very well, then. Take him.

Your Grace.

If my father had seen the
things that I've seen,

he'd also tell you to burn
the dead before nightfall.

All of them.

I would suggest
milk of the poppy

to ease his pain, but he
is completely insensate.

Bloody Martells.

The cause appears to
be manticore venom.

It is. The Death's
Head manticore.

Yes, I've read a
great deal about it.

It's a horrible poison.

Usually Mantari in origin.

Oh! Yes, yes.

There's nothing to be done.

Yes, there is.

May I ask what you
think you're doing?

Saving him.

Your Grace, I wish
it were otherwise,

but Ser Gregor is beyond saving.

Well, well beyond.

This man is not even a maester,

let alone Grand Maester.

That's for the best.

No maester knows
how to save him.

That is exactly the
sort of arrogance

that had him expelled from
the Citadel, Your Grace.

His curiosity was deemed
dangerous and unnatural.

Rightly so, in my opinion.

You're dismissed, Grand Maester.

But, Your Grace, this
is my laboratory.

- Not anymore.
- But I...

- You can save him?
- Difficult to say, Your Grace.

But if my past work
is any guide...

we stand a chance.

Do everything you can.

Come to me for
anything you need.

Thank you, Your Grace.

You should know,

the process may change him...

somewhat.

Will it weaken him?

Oh, no.

Very well, then.

Not another word.

We've been over this.
The matter's closed.

I'm opening it again.

You were betrothed
to Loras Tyrell.

You're still betrothed
to Loras Tyrell.

And you will marry Loras Tyrell

as soon as Tommen
marries Margaery.

I will not.

Jaime cannot marry
or inherit lands.

Tyrion's sentence will
be carried out tomorrow.

You have on several
occasions made great claims

about your commitment to
this family's future.

Your role in that future

is more vital now
than it ever was.

I don't care.

I will stay in King's Landing where
I belong with my son the king.

When you were nine years old,
I was called to the capital.

I decided to take your
brother with me and not you.

You insisted that you would
not be left at Casterly Rock

under any circumstances.
And if you recall...

I'm not interested in hearing
another one of your smug stories

about the time you won.

This isn't going to be
one of those times.

Do you think you'll
be the first person

dragged into a sept to be
married against her will?

When you marched into the
throne room to tell me

we'd won the Battle of Blackwater...
do you remember?

I was sitting on the
Iron Throne with Tommen.

I was about to give him
essence of nightshade.

That's how far I was willing
to go when I thought

someone awful had come
to take my son away.

Someone awful is coming
to take him away.

- No.
- Joffrey is dead.

Myrcella's been sold
like livestock.

And now you want to ship me off
to Highgarden and steal my boy.

My last boy.

Margaery will dig her claws in,

you will dig your claws in
and you'll fight over him

like beasts until
you rip him apart.

I will burn our house to the
ground before I let that happen.

And how will you do that?

I'll tell everyone the truth.

What truth would that be?

You don't know, do you?

You never believed it.

How is that possible?

What am I saying? Of
course it's possible.

How can someone so consumed
by the idea of his family

have any conception what his
actual family was doing?

We were right there in front
of you and you didn't see us.

One look in the past 20 years,

one real look at your own children
and you would have known.

Known what?

Everything they say is true.

- About Jaime and me.
- No.

- Your legacy is a lie.
- No, no, no, no.

I don't believe you.

Yes, you do.

Jaime.

You won.

One fewer brother. Must
be proud of yourself.

There's really nothing you
wouldn't do, is there?

For my family, no, nothing.

I would do things for my
family you couldn't imagine.

- Tyrion is your family.
- He's not.

- You don't get to choose.
- I do. So do you.

You can choose the creature that killed
our mother to come into this world...

Are you really mad enough
to blame him for that?

He didn't decide to kill her.
He was an infant.

A disease doesn't
decide to kill you.

All the same, you cut
it out before it does.

What do you decide?
What do you choose?

The things I did to
get back to you,

to endure all that,
only to find you...

I choose you.

- Those are words.
- Yes.

Like the ones I just
said to Father.

I told him.

Told him what?

I told him about us.

You told him?

I told him I won't
marry Loras Tyrell.

I told him I'm staying right
here with Tommen, with you.

You think he'll
just accept that?

Go and ask him.

What did you say?

I don't want to talk
about Tywin Lannister.

I don't choose Tywin Lannister.

I don't love Tywin Lannister.

I love my brother.

I love my lover.

People will whisper,
they'll make their jokes.

Let them.

They're all so small, I
can't even see them.

I only see what matters.

Someone will walk in.

I don't care.

I can speak the common
tongue if you wish.

You speak it very well.

Before you freed me, I
belonged to Master Mighdal.

I was tutor to his children.

I taught them languages
and history.

They know a great deal about
your family because of me.

Little Calla is only seven,

but she admires you very much.

I hope I can prove worthy
of her admiration.

What can I do for you?

When you took the city,
the children begged me

not to leave the house.

But Master Mighdal and
I agreed that I must.

So I lost my home.

Now I live on the streets.

I have outfitted mess halls

to feed all former slaves and
barracks to shelter them.

I do not mean to
offend, Your Grace.

I went to one of these places.

The young prey on the old.

Take what they want and
beat us if we resist.

My Unsullied will make them
safe again in short order,

my friend, this I promise you.

Even if they are safe,
who would I be there?

What purpose would I serve?

With my master, I was a teacher.

I had the respect and
love of his children.

What is it that
you want from me?

Your Grace, I ask you

to let me sell myself
back to Master Mighdal.

You want to return to
a man who owned you

like a goat or a chair?

Please, Your Grace.

The young may rejoice in the new
world you have built for them,

but for those of us
too old to change,

there is only fear and squalor.

I am not alone.

There are many outside waiting
to beg the same of you.

I did not take this
city to preside

over the injustice I
fought to destroy.

I took it to bring
people freedom.

But freedom means making
your own choices.

I will allow you to sign a
contract with your former master.

It may not cover a period
lasting longer than a year.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Thank you.

The masters will take
advantage of this situation.

The men serving them

will be slaves in all but name.

Approach, my friend.

I have brought you...

He came from the sky.

The black one.

The winged shadow.

He came from the sky and...

My girl.

My little girl.

What was her name?

Zala, Your Grace.

- How old was she?
- Three.

Three.

They came to us from White
Harbor and Barrowton,

from Fairmarket and
King's Landing,

from north and south,

from east and west.

They died protecting
men, women, and children

who will never know their names.

It is for us to remember them.

Our brothers,

we shall never see
their like again.

And now their watch is ended.

And now their watch is ended.

Your old blind man
patched me up.

Why?

He's sworn to treat all
wounded men, friend or foe.

You want me alive so
you can torture me?

No one's gonna torture you.

So how do we die? Hanging?
Beheading?

Drop us from the
top of the Wall?

I don't know what happens
to the prisoners.

Who decides?

I suppose Stannis does.

He your king now?

I don't have a king.

You spent too much time
with us, Jon Snow.

You can never be
a kneeler again.

We're gonna burn the
bodies of your dead.

Do you want to say
any words over them?

Words? What kind of words?

Funeral words. I don't know
how the free folk do it.

Do what?

Say farewell.

The dead can't hear us, boy.

Snow.

Did you love her?

She loved you.

She told you?

No.

All she ever talked
about was killing you.

That's how I know.

She belongs in the North.

The real North.

You understand me?

We can stop. We can rest.

We'll rest with the
three-eyed raven.

We're not going to make it.

We're already here.

Jojen.

Jojen.

Look, Jojen. Look.

Jojen! Come on!

Help them! Now!

Hold on to me!

Hang on!

- Hodor.
- Help them!

Hodor.

Hodor!

Hodor!

Hodor.

Hodor!

Bran!

Save yourself, now!

Come with me, Brandon Stark.

He is lost.

Come with me or die with him.

Go with them.

They cannot follow us.

The power that moves
them is powerless here.

Who are you?

The First Men called
us the children,

but we were born
long before them.

Come, he waits for you.

You're the three-eyed raven?

I've been many things.

Now I am what you see.

My brother, he led us
to you and now he...

He knew what would happen.

From the moment he left,

he knew and he went anyway.

How do you know?

I've been watching you.

All of you.

All of your lives.

With 1,000 eyes and one.

Now you've come to me at last,

Brandon Stark.

Though the hour is late.

I didn't want anyone
to die for me.

He died so you could
find what you have lost.

You're going to
help me walk again?

You will never walk again.

But you will fly.

Podrick.

Podrick.

Where are the horses?

I hobbled them last night.

What sort of hobble?

A figure eight like
you taught me.

If you did it like I taught you,

then the horses would be here.

Thieves, maybe?

It's at least 30 miles
to the Eyrie from here.

You're carrying the saddlebags.

People coming.

You can shit later.
There's people coming.

Morning.

Morning.

I like your sword.

Are we getting close
to the Bloody Gate?

About 10 more miles.

Did you hear that, Podrick?

Only 10 more miles
to the Bloody Gate.

Are you a knight?

No.

But you know how
to use that sword?

I do.

Does it have a name?

Oathkeeper.

Mine's Needle.

Good name.

Who taught you how to fight?

My father.

Mine never wanted to.

Said fighting was for boys.

Mine said the same.

But I kept fighting
the boys anyway.

Kept losing.

Finally my father said, "If
you're going to do it,

you might as well do it right."

Seven blessings.

I'm Brienne of Tarth.
This is Podrick Payne.

You want something?

That's Sandor Clegane.
The Hound.

You're Arya Stark.

I asked if you wanted something.

I swore to your mother I
would bring you home to her.

My mother's dead.

I know.

I wish I could have been
there to protect her.

You're not a northerner.

No, but I swore a sacred
vow to protect her.

Why didn't you?

She commanded me to bring Jaime
Lannister back to King's Landing.

You're paid by the Lannisters.

You're here for
the bounty on me.

I'm not paid by the Lannisters.

No?

Fancy sword you've got there.

Where'd you get it?

I've been looking at
Lannister gold all my life.

Go on, Brienne of fucking Tarth.

Tell me that's not
Lannister gold.

Jaime Lannister
gave me this sword.

The Bloody Gate is 10 miles.

I swore to your mother
by the old gods...

I don't care what you swore.

- Arya!
- You heard the girl.

- She's not coming with you.
- She is.

You're not a good listener.

That Valyrian steel?

I always wanted some
Valyrian steel.

Come with me, Arya. I'll
take you to safety.

Safety? Where the fuck's that?

Her aunt in the Eyrie is dead.
Her mother's dead.

Her father's dead.
Her brother's dead.

Winterfell is a pile of rubble.

There is no safety,
you dumb bitch.

You don't know that by now,

you're the wrong one
to watch over her.

And that's what you're doing?

Watching over her?

Aye, that's what I'm doing.

I have no wish to kill you, Ser.

I'm not a knight.

Arya!

Arya!

Arya!

- Where is she?
- She was just here.

Why weren't you watching her?

I was watching you. I thought
you might need some help.

Which way, Pod? Which
way did she go?

I think that way.

Arya!

Arya!

You still here?

Big bitch saved you.

I don't need saving.

No, not you. You're
a real killer.

With your water dancing

and your Needle.

You gonna die?

Unless there's a maester
hiding behind that rock,

aye,

I'm done.

I'd skin you alive for wine.

Fuck water.

Killed by a woman.

I bet you like that.

Go on,

go after her.

She'll help you.

Going it alone,

you won't last a day out there.

I'll last longer than you.

You remember where the heart is?

Fuck it.

I'm ready.

Go on, girl.

Another name off your list.

You kept promising me.

I cut down your butcher's boy.

The ginger.

He was begging for mercy.

"Please, Ser. Please
don't kill me.

Please, please."

Bled all over my horse.

Saddle stunk of butcher's
boy for weeks.

And your sister.

Your pretty sister.

I should have taken her.

That night the
Blackwater burned.

I should have fucked her bloody.

At least I'd have
one happy memory.

Do I have to beg you?

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Kill me.

Kill me!

Kill me!

Kill me!

Oh, get on with it,
you son of a whore.

Is that any way to speak
about our mother?

What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

A galley's waiting in the bay
bound for the Free Cities.

- Who's helping you?
- Varys.

- Varys?
- You have more friends than you thought.

There's a locked door at
the top of the stairs.

Knock on it twice,
then twice again.

Varys will open.

I suppose this is
good-bye, then.

Farewell, little brother.

Jaime.

Thank you for my life.

Quickly now.

Tywin?

My lion.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Tyrion.

Put down the crossbow.

Who released you?

Your brother, I expect.

He always had a
soft spot for you.

Come, we'll go and
talk in my chambers.

This is how you want
to speak to me, hmm?

Shaming your father has
always given you pleasure.

All my life

you've wanted me dead.

Yes.

But you refused to die.

I respect that.

Even admire it.

You fight for what's yours.

I'd never let them execute you.

Is that what you fear?

I'll never let Ilyn
Payne take your head.

You're a Lannister.

You're my son.

I loved her.

Who?

Shae.

Oh, Tyrion.

- Put down that crossbow.
- I murdered her.

With my own hands.

- It doesn't matter.
- Doesn't matter?

She was a whore.

- Say that word again...
- And what?

You'll kill your own
father in the privy?

No.

You're my son.

Now, enough of this nonsense.

I am your son and you
sentenced me to die.

You knew I didn't
poison Joffrey,

but you sentenced
me all the same.

- Why?
- Enough.

We'll go back to my chambers

and speak with some dignity.

I can't go back there.
She's in there.

You're afraid of a dead whore?

You shot me.

You're no son of mine.

I am your son.

I have always been your son.

What have you done?

Quickly.

Trust me, my friend. I
brought you this far.

I want to see the captain.

You're seeing him.

I want to go north to the Wall.

No, you don't.

I can pay.

There is nothing in the North
but ice and war and pirates.

I wouldn't need a cabin. Please.

I could work scrubbing
the floors.

I'm not going north, child.
I'm going home.

- Where's home?
- The Free City of Braavos.

Wait. I have something else.

More silver won't
make a difference.

It's not silver. It's iron.

This...

How did you...

Valar morghulis.

Valar dohaeris.

Of course, you shall
have a cabin.

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