All language subtitles for Game Of Thrones S06E06 Blood of My Blood

♪ Game of Thrones 6x06 ♪
The Door
Original Air Date on May 29, 2016

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Burn them all!

Where's my sister?

Burn them all!

Please.

Burn them.
Burn them all!

- Burn them all!

Meera.

They found us.

I'm so sorry.

Come with me, now.

The dead don't rest.

It's so green.

Oh, yes.

Once you get south
of the Riverlands,

very different sorts of trees
start to take over.

Maple, elm,
beech, poplar.

The odd willow.

And of course
now that summer's over,

you'll start seeing
the autumn colors coming in.

Still, you'll find more green here
than anywhere else.

You're nervous.
You're a nervous talker.

That's not any better
being a nervous mute.

I didn't think
I'd ever come back here

after my father made me
renounce my title

and inheritance

and, well, threaten
to kill me if I didn't.

A person just doesn't
feel welcome at that point.

And I certainly didn't expect to be
introducing him to my family.

So you know
what to tell them.

That Little Sam
is your baby.

Yes, now that's
very important.

If he thinks that
Little Sam is his grandchild,

he'll take you in.

He'll get an education.
He'll learn to read.

And you can help teach him.
Huh?

What did you tell
your family about me?

I told them I met you
in the North.

Did you tell them
how far north?

Well, it wasn't a very
large piece of parchment.

You didn't tell them
where I'm really from?

You didn't tell them
I'm a wildling?

The thing is...

my father doesn't
like wildlings.

He hoped I'd make a man of myself
by "killing some bloody wildlings,"

so it's probably a good subject to avoid
if at all possible.

I think we're here.

Sam.

Oh, Sam.

Oh, hello, Mother.

I never thought
I'd see you again.

- You look wonderful.
- Oh.

Talla?

Gods, you're a woman now.

Father says I have
to marry Symun Fossoway.

- He has yellow teeth--
- That's enough, Talla.

Oh, um, Mother,
this is Gilly.

Oh, my.

You are lovely.

I am happy to know you,
Lady Tarly.

Oh, and this,

this is our son
Samwell.

Hello, little one.

It's me,
your grandmother.

May I hold him?

Yes, of course.

Oh.

You have a curious mind,
I can tell.

You'll be a scholar
like your father.

Where is Father?
And Dickon?

They're on a hunt.

They'll join us
for dinner.

Come inside.
Such a journey.

You must be exhausted.

Come, you'll be wanting a bath after
all that travel.

Oh, and a dress
for dinner.

You can wear
one of mine.

What's your color?

Midnight blue
or silver?

Silver, maybe.
Come.

You can choose
one of my bedrooms if you want.

Is there no other way?

You're afraid for her?

Of course
I'm afraid for her!

It just seems
very dangerous.

She'll be protected
the entire way.

The Faith Militant
are very stern

with those who overstep
their bounds.

And Queen Margaery
isn't your mother.

I suspect the gods will
predispose the common people

to gentleness
on her behalf.

She's truly opened
her heart to them.

She's always been very devoted
to the poor and the unfortunate.

And now she's devoted
to the gods as well.

Would you like
to see her?

Have they hurt you?

Have they
mistreated you?

- No, Your Grace.
- I've missed you.

More than you could know.

We'll be together
again soon

and everything will be better
than it was before.

Better how?

Soon the--

walk of atonement.

He says there's
no other way.

Have you spoken to him at all,
the High Sparrow?

Yes, a few times.

Have you?

Yes, I have.

He's not quite what we thought
he was, is he?

You think I'm mad.

I sound mad.

No.
No, you don't.

You--
you could never.

You're right,
he's not.

He's a lot more--

He is.

There's something
about him.

His way of looking
at the world.

It's not an easy thing admitting
to yourself what you really are.

It's taken me a while.

He's helped me.

What are you
talking about?

You're a good person.
You've always been a good person.

You're the best person I know.

I was just telling him
about your devotion to the poor.

Ah, yes, I visited
their hovels

and I fed them soup
and I made sure I was seen doing it.

I never gave them what
they really needed, though.

I've had lots of time to think about
how good I was at seeming good.

All those stories
I told myself about who I was

and why I did
the things I did.

There were so many lies
in those stories.

I don't understand.

It's all right.
It really is.

It's such a relief
to let go of those lies.

What about Loras?

I love my brother.

I will always
love my brother.

His soul is pure
and perfect.

His sins don't erase
that purity,

they only obscure it.

He just needs
to atone for them.

We all do.

Sooner or later,
one way or another.

The gods have a plan
for us all.

It's hard
to walk in this.

It's beautiful.

You're beautiful.

This venison,
it's very tasty.

Is it from today's hunt?

Well, no.

We haven't been able
to cure that one yet.

This is last week's.

Oh, of course.
Sorry.

Long journey.

Brought it down
from 70 yards.

One shot.

Oh, that's a fair
distance.

So do you do much hunting
up at the Wall?

Oh, yes.
Yes.

A good amount.

North of the Wall,

you don't hunt,
you don't eat.

Mm-hmm.

Mostly deer
or is it elk as well?

Rabbits.

Sometimes squirrels.

I say "we,"
it's my friend Jon mostly.

Sometimes Edd.

Oh, and Gilly.

She's-- she's quite
a good hunter as well.

Um, huntress.

I imagine it's common
where you're from.

We once met a man, Lord Umber
from Last Hearth, wasn't it, Randyll,

who said he taught all
his daughters how to hunt.

Your father
taught you to hunt?

Our father
would never teach us.

I think our father could learn a thing
or two from your father.

That's enough of that.

Samwell, would you care
for more bread?

Oh, yes.
Yes, please.

Thank you, Mother.

Not fat enough already?

I travelled south under orders from
the Lord Commander.

- He wants me to--
- I read your letter.

You're to be a maester.

Yes.

And once
I have my chain,

I'll return
to Castle Black.

I thought the Night's Watch
might make a man of you.

Something resembling
a man at least.

You managed to stay
soft and fat.

Your nose buried in books.

Spending your life reading
about the achievements of better men.

I'll wager you still can't sit a horse
or wield a sword.

Randyll, to be maester
of the Night's Watch is a great honor.

He can wield a sword.

He killed a Thenn.

He killed
a white walker.

There's no such thing.

I saw it with my own eyes on our way
down to Castle Black.

He drove a dagger
into the walker's heart.

He risked his own life
to save mine more than once.

He's a greater warrior
than either of you will ever be.

Your way down
to Castle Black?

Where did he kill
a white walker?

Where are you from?

How'd you come
to meet my son?

The Night's Watch
came to our keep.

- Where?
- Gilly.

- North of the Wall.
- North of the Wall?

You're a wildling.

The Seven Kingdoms have waged war
against these savages for centuries

and here I sit
hosting one in my hall

thanks to my son.

See that sword?

It's called Heartsbane.

It's been in our family
for 500 years.

It's Valyrian steel.

Only a handful of them
left in the world.

It's supposed to go to my firstborn
son after I die.

To him.

He will never
wield that sword.

If he were to become
Lord Tarly of Horn Hill,

it would be the end
of this house.

I took you for a Mole's Town
whore when I saw you

and I made
my peace with that.

Who else would have him?

But I overestimated him.

No.

It was a wildling whore
that seduced my son.

This you getting
back at me, boy?

Hmm? Bringing that to my table
and making me dine with it?

And you got what you
were after, didn't you?

A bastard.
A half-breed bastard.

Your invitation
into our home.

Come, my dear.
Talla.

I've lost my appetite.

He dishonors us.

You dishonor yourself.

Your mother's a fine woman.
You're not worthy of her.

To please her, I'll take the wildling in.
She can work in the kitchens.

The bastard
will be raised here.

But this will be the last night
you ever spend at Horn Hill.

I'm sorry I let him
treat you that way.

I was afraid he'd turn
you and Little Sam away.

I'm not angry at you.

I'm angry
that horrible people

can treat good people
that way and get away with it.

When do you have to go?

First light.

Say good-bye
to him for me.

You're not what
he thinks you are, Sam.

He doesn't know
what you are.

Good-bye, Gilly.

- Sam?
- We're leaving.

- What?
- Get your things.

I don't have
any things.

- What are you doing?
- We belong together.

All of us.

What about your mother
and sister?

Oh, they'll understand.

Your sister's dress.

She won't mind.

Looks better
on you anyway.

Sam.

That's your father's sword.

It's my family's sword.

Sam.

Won't he come for it?

He can bloody well try.

The lion
and the rose are one.

I thank the gods above.

And to you,
my beauteous bride,

I pledge undying love.

Hail King Joffrey.
Hail Queen Margaery.

I'll drink a toast
to my new queen,

for there is
no one fairer.

Dear Uncle, will you share my joy
and be my royal cupbearer?

Drink long and deep,
my noble king,

from this cup
of sweet wine.

The last drink
he shall ever take.

And vengeance
shall be mine.

Poison!

Murder!

I gasp.
I-- I die.

I limp.

And it was he...

...that poisoned me.

My evil Uncle Imp.

Calm down, dear.

My firstborn son.

My golden lion

foully, falsely slain.

I pray you found
a lasting peace

free from strife and pain.

Hear my prayer,
O cruel gods.

Take my life instead.

For I cannot face another day
when my sweet boy is dead.

Oh, woe.

Oh, grief.

Oh, darkest day,
my heart is full of sorrow.

All hope is lost.

All joy is gone.

And there is no tomorrow.

What is that
I hear and smell?

Someone I'll soon
send to hell.

It's time to see
if truth they told

who said Tywin Lannister
shits gold.

You beast.
You beast.

You killed my wife and now
you've taken your father's life.

No worse child
ever stained this land.

Curse the day I named you.

My greatest crime.
Now I must flee.

Then sail across
the Narrow Sea

to do unto you
more treachery.

Don't fear winter.
Fear me!

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you Bianca,

Clarenzo.

I give you Bobono.

I give you Camello.

And last but not least,

sweet Lady Crane.

Give this a good beating.
Shake those fleas out. That's a dear.

That crowd was shit.

Girl.

What are you
doing back here?

Nothing.

I saw you the other day
in the audience.

How many times
have you seen this stupid play?

Three times.

Did you pay?

No.

I remember when the players
came to my village.

I didn't have any money,
so I snuck in.

Just like you.

Saw the painted faces,
the costumes,

listened to the songs,

cried when the young lovers
died in each other's arms.

I ran off and joined them the next day,
never looked back.

You're very good.

My final speech is shit.

But to be fair to myself,
which I always like to be,

the writing's no good.

So change it.

It would all just be farting, belching,
and slapping without you.

How would you change it?

The queen loves her son
more than anything.

And he was taken from her before she
could say good-bye.

She wouldn't just cry.

She would be angry.

She would want to kill
the person who did this to her.

What's your name?

Mercy.

You have very expressive
eyes, Mercy.

Wonderful eyebrows.

Do you like pretending
to be other people?

I have to go.
My father's waiting for me.

Lady Crane,
they loved you.

They were sweet.
Or drunk.

Drunkenly sweet.

No laugh
for Ned's death.

These people are worse
than animals.

But they loved her.
They all love her.

Yes, you are adored
by people and animals alike.

I do what I can
with what I'm given.

With what you're given?

Well, I was thinking--

Oh, we're all thinkers
now, are we?

Full to the tits
with ideas.

- I didn't mean--
- You have ideas, I have ideas,

he has ideas.

Why should my ideas
have any more value than yours

simply because I've been
doing this my whole life?

Who is anyone
to judge my work?

This is my profession.
I know what I'm doing.

You have no right
to an opinion.

Careful of that one.

She wants you dead.

And?

As I expected.

A shame.

A girl had many gifts.

You promised me.

Don't let her suffer.

Company, halt!

My lord.

My lord.

My friends,
the hour has come.

Madness has overtaken
this city

and grasped in
its claws my children.

But now we must
drive it back

under the rocks
whence it came.

Madness has had its day!

Forward, march!

Rich or poor,
noble or common,

if we sin,
we must atone.

Margaery of House Tyrell

came to us a sinner.

She stood
before the gods

in the holy Sept
and lied.

She turned a blind eye
to her brother's sins.

She disgraced her house,

her king,
and herself.

Company, halt!

Face front!

Turn!

Lord Tyrell.

Ser Jaime.

Sorry to interrupt.

We're here for Queen Margaery
and Ser Loras Tyrell.

Give them to us
and we'll be on our way.

I don't have the authority
to give them to you.

And you don't have
the authority to take them.

That's right.

Hyah.

Lock spears!

I speak for King Tommen
of House Baratheon, First of His Name.

The gods don't recognize
his authority in this matter.

You've already insulted
one great house.

It won't happen twice.

Every last sparrow
will die

before Margaery Tyrell
walks down that street.

To die in the service
of the gods

would please
each and every one of us.

We yearn for it.

But there is no call
for it today.

There will be no walk
of atonement.

Order up.

Queen Margaery has already
atoned for her sins

by bringing another

into the true light
of the Seven.

Together we announce

a new age of harmony.

A holy alliance

between the Crown
and the Faith.

Long live King Tommen
and bless you, Queen Margaery!

The Crown and the Faith

are the twin pillars
upon which the world rests.

Together we will restore
the Seven Kingdoms to glory.

What's happening?

He's beaten us.

That's what's happening.

When you attack the Faith,
you attack the Crown.

Anyone who attacks
the Crown is unfit

to serve as Lord Commander
of the Kingsguard.

I've been a member of the Kingsguard
since before you were born.

You don't have to do this.
You don't have to do anything.

I have to answer
to the gods.

Not when you're sitting
in that chair.

The Crown's decision
on this matter is final.

Will I be walking naked
in the streets?

Or will I spend a few months
in the Sept dungeons first

to teach me about
the gods' mercy?

You have served your house
and your king faithfully for many years.

And you will continue
to do so.

But not in this city.

You've lost it?

Yes, Father.

It's a castle,
not a bloody sheep.

Presumably you still
know where it is.

You didn't lose Riverrun.

You let the Blackfish
take it from you.

He surprised us. He knows the castle
better than anyone.

You did lose the Blackfish
after the Red Wedding.

You had him right here
in this hall and you let him leave.

Then when I told you
to hunt him down and kill him,

you couldn't find him.

That's what it means
to lose something.

Now he's come back
and taken Riverrun.

I don't think it's fair
to blame us--

For 300 years
we kissed Tully boots,

swore oaths to them
and their stinking fish banners.

Not again.
Riverrun is ours.

Take it back.

We don't have the men.

We've got 10 times as many men
as the damn Blackfish.

The Mallisters have risen
against us. And the Blackwoods.

The Brotherhood Without Banners
is rallying the commoners against us,

raiding our supply trains
and camps.

Riverrun can withstand
a siege for a year.

If I want excuses,
I'll put her in charge.

They're laughing at us.

All across
the Riverlands

right down
to King's Landing,

they're laughing at us.

I hear it in my sleep!

I'm not dead yet,
unfortunately for you.

And I'll not leave this world until they
all choke on that laughter.

Take that castle back.

He'll never yield,
Father.

Oh, he'll yield.

You'll show him
the knife you used

to kill Robb Stark's
child in his whore mother's belly,

and you'll show him
the knife you used

to open
his niece's throat.

And you'll remind him
who it was

that got married
at the Red Wedding in the first place.

His nephew.

Cheer up, Lord Edmure.

You're going home.

I'm being sent to deal
with the Blackfish.

Apparently Walder Frey
can't manage it on his own

because he's
400 years old.

Sent me with an army
to the Riverlands

and a siege
that could last months.

Better you're elsewhere
at the head of an army

than in the Sept dungeons.

I'm not going
to the Riverlands.

What, then?

I'm going to give Bronn

the largest bag of gold
anyone's ever seen

and have him gather
the best killers he knows.

I'll take them to the Sept and
I'll remove the High Sparrow's head

and every other
sparrow head I can find.

- You can't.
- He has our son! He stole our son!

He's torn
our family apart.

How should we treat people
who tear us apart?

We should treat them
without mercy and we will.

But if you kill the High Sparrow,
you won't leave the Sept alive.

And without you,
this is all for nothing.

Stand at the head of our army
where you belong,

where Father wanted you.

Show our men where
their loyalties belong.

Show them
what Lannisters are,

what we do
to our enemies.

And take that stupid
little castle back

because it's ours
and because you can.

You'll stand trial soon.
I need to be here for you.

It will be a trial
by combat.

I have the Mountain.

They've made us
both stronger, all of them.

They have no idea
how strong we are.

No idea what we're going
to do to them.

We've always
been together.

We'll always
be together.

We're the only two
people in the world.

Why did you help us?

The Three-Eyed Raven
sent for me.

The Three-Eyed
Raven's dead.

Now he lives again.

When I last saw you,
you were a boy.

A fearless boy.

Loved to climb the castle walls,
frighten his mother.

Who are you?

Uncle Benjen.

The last letter
Jon wrote me

said you had been
lost beyond the Wall.

I led a ranging party
deep into the North

to find white walkers.

They found us.

A white walker stabbed me in the gut
with a sword of ice.

Left me there to die.

To turn.

The Children found me.

Stopped the walker's
magic from taking hold.

How?

The same way they made the walkers
in the first place.

You saw it yourself.

Dragonglass.

A shard of dragonglass
plunged into your heart.

You are the Three-Eyed
Raven now.

I didn't have time to learn.
I can't control anything.

You must learn
to control it

before
the Night King comes.

Drink.

One way or another,

he will find his way
to the world of men.

When he does,

you will be there
waiting for him.

And you will be ready.

Everything all right?

How many days' ride
to Meereen?

A week at best.

How many ships will I need to bring
my khalasar to Westeros?

Dothraki
and all their horses,

the Unsullied,
the Second Sons--

1,000 ships easily.

- Probably more.
- And who has that many?

Nobody.

Nobody yet.

So we ride for Meereen
and after that we sail for Westeros.

And what then?

I take what is mine.

You weren't made to sit
on a chair in a palace.

What was I made for?

You're a conqueror,
Daenerys Stormborn.

Wait here.

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