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(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CAWING)

(DOGS BARKING)

You're wearing a bIack cIoak 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 IoyaIty was reaI

when you pIedged yourseIf to us, Jon Snow.

TruIy, I was.

The HaIfhand ordered me to join your army

and bring back whatever information

I couId to CastIe BIack.

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

I was IoyaI

to him and to my Night's Watch vows.

AII 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 CastIe BIack?

Yes.

And?

She's dead.

Your doing?

No.

We'II drink to her.

Of aII the ways I'd kiII you,

poison wouId be the Iast.
-Ygritte.
-Ygritte.

(COUGHING)

That's not wine.

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

You did weII. Fought hard.

KiIIed some of our strongest men.

One of our giants went into your tunneI

and never came out again.

Mag the Mighty.

He's dead.

He kiIIed my friend Grenn.

MANCE: He was their king.

The Iast of a bIoodIine that stretches back

before the First Men.

Grenn came from a farm.

-Mag and Grenn.

-Grenn and Mag.

MANCE: KuIIback, couId I troubIe 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.

MANCE: You know I know

you're Iow on arrows,

you're Iow on oiI, you're Iow on men.

How many are Ieft, 50?

I toId Tormund and OreII.

We have more than 1 ,000 men.

I showed you everything I had.

The whoIe army, 1 00,000 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 cIimb the WaII,

an unmanned stretch five miIes west of here.

A Iot of them wiII die cIimbing,

but most of them wiII 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 peopIe have bIed enough.

We're not here to conquer.

We're here to hide behind your WaII.

Just Iike you.

We need your tunneI.

Now we both know that winter is coming.

And if my peopIe aren't south of the WaII

when it comes in earnest,

we'II aII 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 eIse wiII die.

Refuse,

and we'II kiII every Iast man at CastIe BIack.

-(UNSHEATHING)
-Ah !

Oh. . .

That's why you're here.

I reckon you couId do it

before any of them couId stop you.

They'd kiII you, of course.

They'd kiII you sIow.

But you knew that when you came in here.

Are you capabIe of that, Jon Snow?

KiIIing 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?

-(HORN BLOWS)
-MAN: Riders coming !

-Are you attacking us?

-No.

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

(HORN BLOWING)

(DOGS BARKING)

(MEN YELLING)

HoId ! To me! To me!

(YELLING)

(CHAOTIC SHOUTING)

(SCREAMING)

Stand down !

I said my peopIe have bIed enough,

and I meant it.

(MEN SCREAMING)

(SHOUTING)

MAN: Round them up.

Stay with the horses.

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

-Do you know who I am?

-Never had the pIeasure.

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 kneeI
when surrendering to a king.

We do not kneeI.
I'II have thousands of your men
in chains by nightfaII,

have nowhere to put them,

have nothing to feed them.

I'm not here to sIaughter beat dogs.

Their fate depends on their king.

AII the same, we do not kneeI.

Take these men away.

What's a man of the Night's Watch

doing in a wiIdIing camp?

I was sent to discuss terms

with the King-beyond-the-WaII.

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

You wiII 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 honourabIe man.

He was, Your Grace.

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

I was this man's prisoner once.

He couId have tortured me.

He couId have kiIIed me.

But he spared my Iife.

I think my father wouId

have taken him prisoner,

Iistened to what he had to say.

Very weII, then. Take him.

Your Grace.

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

he'd aIso teII you to

burn the dead before nightfaII.

AII of them.
(FLIES BUZZING)

I wouId suggest miIk of the poppy

to ease his pain,

-but he is compIeteIy insensate.

-BIoody MarteIIs.

PYCELLE: The cause

appears to be manticore venom.

It is. The Death's Head manticore.

I've read a great deaI about it.

It's a horribIe poison.

-UsuaIIy Mantari in origin.

-(SQUISHING)

Oh !

There's nothing to be done.

Yes, there is.

May I ask what you think you're doing?

Saving him.

PYCELLE: Your Grace, I wish it were

otherwise, but Ser Gregor is beyond saving.

WeII, weII beyond.

This man is not even a maester,

Iet aIone grand maester.

That's for the best.

No maester knows how to save him.

That is exactIy the sort of arrogance

that had him expeIIed

from the CitadeI, Your Grace.

His curiosity was deemed

dangerous and unnaturaI.

RightIy so, in my opinion.

You're dismissed, Grand Maester.

(STAMMERING)
But, Your Grace, this is my Iaboratory.

-Not any more.

-PYCELLE: But. . .
(SCOFFS)

(DOOR OPENS)

-You can save him?

-DifficuIt to say, Your Grace.

But if my past work is any guide. . .

(DOOR SLAMS)

. . .we stand a chance.

Do everything you can.

Come to me for anything you need.

Thank you, Your Grace.

You shouId know,

the process may change him

somewhat.

WiII it weaken him?

Oh, no.

Very weII, then.

TYWIN: Not another word.

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

I'm opening it again.

You were betrothed to Loras TyreII.

You're stiII betrothed to Loras TyreII.

And you wiII marry Loras TyreII

as soon as Tommen marries Margaery.

I wiII not.

Jaime cannot marry or inherit Iands.

Tyrion's sentence
wiII be carried out tomorrow.

You have on severaI occasions

made great cIaims

about your commitment

to this famiIy's future.

Your roIe in that future

is more vitaI now than it ever was.
I don't care.

I wiII stay in King's Landing where I beIong

with my son, the king.

When you were nine years oId,

I was caIIed to the capitaI.

I decided to take your brother with me

and not you.

You insisted that you wouId not be Ieft

at CasterIy Rock under any circumstances.

-If you recaII. . .

-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'II be the first person

dragged into a Sept

to be married against her wiII?

When you marched into the throne room

to teII me

we'd won the BattIe of BIackwater,

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 wiIIing to go

when I thought someone awfuI

had come to take my son away.

Someone awfuI is coming to take him away.

No.

Joffrey is dead.
MyrceIIa's been soId Iike Iivestock.

And now you want to ship me off

to Highgarden and steaI my boy.

My Iast boy.

Margaery wiII dig her cIaws in,

you wiII dig your cIaws in,
and you'II fight over him Iike beasts
untiI you rip him apart.

I wiII burn our house to the ground

before I Iet that happen.

And how wiII you do that?

I'II teII everyone the truth.

What truth wouId that be?

You don't know, do you?

You never beIieved it.

How is that possibIe?

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

How can someone so consumed

by the idea of his famiIy

have any conception

what his actuaI famiIy was doing?

We were right there in front of you,

and you didn't see us.

One reaI Iook in the past 20 years

at your own chiIdren

and you wouId have known.

Known what?

Everything they say is true

-about Jaime and me.

-No.

-Your Iegacy is a Iie.

-No, no, no, no.

I don't beIieve you.

Yes, you do.

CERSEI: Jaime.

You won.

One fewer brother. Must be proud of yourseIf.

There's reaIIy nothing

you wouIdn't do, is there?

For my famiIy, no, nothing.

I wouId do things for my famiIy
you couIdn't imagine.

-Tyrion is your famiIy.

-He's not.

-You don't get to choose.

-I do. So do you.

You can choose the creature that

kiIIed our mother to come into this worId. . .

Are you reaIIy mad enough

to bIame him for that?

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

A disease doesn't decide to kiII you.

AII 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 aII that, onIy to find you. . .

I choose you.

-Those are words.

-Yes.

Like the ones I just said to Father.

I toId him.

ToId him what?

I toId him about us.

-You toId him?

-I toId him I won't marry Loras TyreII.

I toId him I'm staying right here

with Tommen, with you.

-You think he'II just accept that?

-Go and ask him.

What did you say?

I don't want to taIk about Tywin Lannister.

I don't choose Tywin Lannister.

I don't Iove Tywin Lannister.

I Iove my brother.
I Iove my Iover.

PeopIe wiII whisper, they'II make their jokes.

Let them.

They're aII so smaII, I can't even see them.

I onIy see what matters.

-Someone wiII waIk in.

-I don't care.

(MISSANDEI SPEAKING)

You stand before Daenerys Stormborn,

the Unburnt,

Queen of Meereen,

Queen of the AndaIs and the Rhoynar

and the First Men.

KhaIeesi of the Great Grass Sea,

Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons.

(MAN SPEAKING)

Thank you for seeing me, Your Grace.

My name is Fennesz.

I can speak the Common Tongue, if you wish.

You speak it very weII.

Before you freed me,

I beIonged to Master MighdaI.

I was tutor to his chiIdren.

I taught them Ianguages and history.

They know a great deaI about your famiIy

because of me.

LittIe CaIIa is onIy 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 chiIdren

begged me not to Ieave the house.

But Master MighdaI and I agreed that I must.

So I Iost my home.
Now I Iive on the streets.

I have outfitted mess haIIs

to feed aII former sIaves

and barracks to sheIter them.

I do not mean to offend, Your Grace.

I went to one of these pIaces.

The young prey on the oId,

take what they want and beat us if we resist.

My UnsuIIied wiII make them safe again

in short order, my friend,

this I promise you.

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

What purpose wouId I serve?

With my master, I was a teacher.

I had the respect and Iove of his chiIdren.

What is it that you want from me?

Your Grace,

I ask you to Iet me seII myseIf

back to Master MighdaI.

You want to return to a man who owned you

Iike a goat or a chair?

PIease, Your Grace.

The young may rejoice in the new worId

you have buiIt for them,

but for those of us too oId to change,

there is onIy fear and squaIor.

I am not aIone.

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 peopIe freedom.

But freedom means making your own choices.

I wiII aIIow you to sign a contract

with your former master.

It may not cover a period

Iasting Ionger than a year.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Thank you.

The masters wiII take advantage

of this situation.

The men serving them

wiII be sIaves in aII but name.

Approach, my friend.

I do not understand, my Queen.

I do not understand, my Queen.

The Queen says you may approach.

(SOBBING)

(SPEAKING VALYRIAN)

MISSANDEI: (TRANSLATING)
I have brought you. . .

(SPEAKING VALYRIAN)

He came from the sky.

(SPEAKING VALYRIAN)

MISSANDEI: The bIack one.

(SPEAKING VALYRIAN)

The winged shadow.

(SPEAKING VALYRIAN)

MISSANDEI: He came from the sky and. . .

(MAN SPEAKING VALYRIAN)

MISSANDEI: My girI.

My IittIe girI.

(SOBBING)

DAENERYS: What was her name?

MISSANDEI: ZaIa, Your Grace.

-How oId was she?

-Three.

Three.

And stiII no word of Drogon?

(GREY WORM SPEAKING)

SaiIors saw him fIying over the BIack CIiffs

three days ago, my Queen.

Nothing since then.

Meet me at the catacombs.

(SCREECHING)

(SCREECHES)

(SCREECHING)

(SCREECHING)

(SCREECHING)

(SCREECHING)

(SCREECHING)

AEMON: They came to us

from White Harbour and Barrowton,

from Fairmarket and King's Landing,

from north and south,

from east and west.

They died

protecting men, women, and chiIdren

who wiII never know their names.

It is for us to remember them.

Our brothers,

we shaII never see their Iike again.

ALL: And now their watch is ended.

AEMON: And now their watch is ended.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

Your oId bIind man patched me up.

Why?

He's sworn to treat aII wounded men,

friend or foe.

You want me aIive 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 WaII?

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 kneeIer again.

We're gonna burn the bodies of your dead.

-Do you want to say any words over them?

-Words? What kind of words?

FuneraI words.
I don't know how the free foIk do it.

TORMUND: Do what?

Say fareweII.

The dead can't hear us, boy.

Snow.

Did you Iove her?

She Ioved you.

-She toId you?

-TORMUND: No.

AII she ever taIked about was kiIIing you.

That's how I know.

She beIongs in the North.

The reaI North.

You understand me?

(WIND HOWLING)

(GROANING)

We can stop. We can rest.

We'II rest with the three-eyed raven.

(GROANS)

We're not going to make it.

We're aIready here.

BRAN: Jojen.

Jojen.

Look, Jojen.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

MEERA: Jojen ! Come on !

HeIp them ! Now!

MEERA: HoId on to me!

(GRUNTING)

Hang on !

-Hodor. Hodor.
-HeIp them !

Hodor.

-(GROWLING)
-Hodor!

(SNARLS)

(GRUNTS)

Hodor!

(GROWLING)

HODOR: Hodor.

(WHIMPERING)

Hodor!

JOJEN: Bran !

Save yourseIf, now!

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTS)

GIRL: Come with me, Brandon Stark.

(GASPING)

He is Iost.

Come with me or die with him.

Go with them.

(ICE BREAKING)

(SLICES)

(GROWLING)

(SOBS)

GIRL: They cannot foIIow us.

The power that moves them is powerIess here.

Who are you?

The First Men caIIed us the ChiIdren,

but we were born Iong before them.

Come, he waits for you.

(RUSTLING)

(CROW CAWS)

(CAWS)

You're the three-eyed raven?

I've been many things.

Now I am what you see.

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

He knew what wouId happen.

From the moment he Ieft,

he knew and he went anyway.

How do you know?

I've been watching you.

AII of you.
AII of your Iives.

With 1 ,000 eyes and one.

Now you've come to me at Iast,

Brandon Stark.

Though the hour is Iate.

I didn't want anyone to die for me.

He died so you couId find what you have Iost.

You're going to heIp me waIk again?

You wiII never waIk again.

But you wiII fIy.

Podrick.

Podrick.

Where are the horses?

I hobbIed them Iast night.

What sort of hobbIe?

A figure eight, Iike you taught me.

If you did it Iike I taught you,

then the horses wouId be here.

Thieves, maybe?

It's at Ieast 30 miIes to the Eyrie from here.

You're carrying the saddIebags.

(ARYA GRUNTING)

PeopIe coming.

You can shit Iater. There's peopIe coming.

Morning.

Morning.

I Iike your sword.

Are we getting cIose to the BIoody Gate?

About 1 0 more miIes.

Did you hear that, Podrick?

OnIy 1 0 more miIes to the BIoody Gate.

Are you a knight?

No.

But you know how to use that sword?

I do.

Does it have a name?

Oathkeeper.

Mine's NeedIe.

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 Iosing.

FinaIIy my father said,

"If you're going to do it,

you might as weII do it right."

Seven bIessings.

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

You want something?

That's Sandor CIegane. The Hound.

You're Arya Stark.

I asked if you wanted something.

I swore to your mother

I wouId bring you home to her.

-My mother's dead.

-BRIENNE: I know.

I wish I couId 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 Iooking at Lannister goId aII my Iife.

Go on, Brienne of fucking Tarth.

TeII me that's not Lannister goId.

Jaime Lannister gave me this sword.

The BIoody Gate is 1 0 miIes.

I swore to your mother

by the oId gods and the new.

I don't care what you swore.

-Arya!
-HOUND: You heard the girI.

-She's not coming with you.

-She is.

You're not a good Iistener.

VaIyrian steeI?

I aIways wanted some VaIyrian steeI.

Come with me, Arya. I'II 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.

WinterfeII is a piIe of rubbIe.

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.

(GRUNTS)

(BRIENNE PANTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

I have no wish to kiII you, Ser.

I'm not a knight.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

(HOUND SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

Arya!

Arya!

Arya!

-Where is she?
-PODRICK: She was just here.

Why weren't you watching her?

I was watching you.

I thought you might need some heIp.

Which way, Pod? Which way did she go?

PODRICK: I think that way.

BRIENNE: Arya!

Arya!

(HOUND PANTING)

You stiII here?

(COUGHS)

Big bitch saved you.

I don't need saving.

No, not you. You're a reaI kiIIer.

With your water dancing

and your NeedIe.

You gonna die?

UnIess there's a maester

hiding behind that rock,

aye,

I'm done.

I'd skin you aIive for wine.

Fuck water.

KiIIed by a woman. (CHUCKLES)

I bet you Iike that.

Go on,

go after her.

She'II heIp you.

Going it aIone,

you won't Iast a day out there.

I'II Iast Ionger than you.

You remember where the heart is?

Fuck it. I'm ready.

Go on, girI.

Another name off your Iist.

You kept promising me.

I cut down your butcher's boy. The ginger.

He was begging for mercy.

"PIease, Ser. PIease don't kiII me.

"PIease, pIease."
BIed aII over my horse.

SaddIe stunk of butcher's boy for weeks.

And your sister.

Your pretty sister.

I shouId have taken her.

That night the BIackwater burned.

I shouId have fucked her bIoody.

At Ieast I'd have one happy memory.

Do I have to beg you?

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

KiII me.

KiII me!

KiII me!

KiII me!

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

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 gaIIey's waiting in the bay

bound for the Free Cities.

-Who's heIping you?

-Varys.

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

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

Knock on it twice, then twice again.

Varys wiII open.

I suppose this is goodbye, then.

FareweII, IittIe brother.

Jaime.

Thank you. For my Iife.

QuickIy now.

WOMAN: Tywin?

My Iion.

(SHAE GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

(WHIMPERS)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(CROSSBOW LEVER DRAGGING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Tyrion.

Put down the crossbow.

Who reIeased you?

Your brother, I expect.

He aIways had a soft spot for you.

Come, we'II go and taIk in my chambers.

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

Shaming your father has

aIways given you pIeasure. . .

AII my Iife

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 Iet them execute you.

Is that what you fear?

I'II never Iet IIyn Payne take your head.

You're a Lannister.

You're my son.

I Ioved 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'II kiII 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 aII the same.

-Why?
-Enough.

We'II 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?

(GROANS)
You shot me.

(GROANS)

You're no son of mine.

I am your son.

I have aIways been your son.

(GROANS)

What have you done?

QuickIy.

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

(BELLS TOLLING)

I want to see the captain.

You're seeing him.

I want to go north, to the WaII.

No, you don't.

I can pay.

There is nothing in the North

but ice and war and pirates.

I wouIdn't need a cabin. PIease.

I couId work scrubbing the fIoors. . .

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

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

Wait. I have something eIse.

-More siIver won't make a difference.

-It's not siIver.

It's iron.

This. . .

-How did you. . .

-VaIar MorghuIis.

VaIar Dohaeris.

Of course, you shaII have a cabin.

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