All language subtitles for Game.of.Thrones.S04E04.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Grey worm: "My name

"is grey worm.

"I come from

"the summer iiis."

Missandei: "Isles."

"Summer isles."

Grey worm: "Summer isles."

I am from an island called naath.

When they took you?

When did they take me?

I was five years old.

You remember your home?

I remember
when they rowed us away from shore.

How white the beaches were.

How tall the trees.

And I remember my village burning.

Smoke rising into the sky.

Do you remember your home?

Unsumed.

Always unsullied.

Before unsullied, nothing.

That's not true.

Perhaps one day
you will return to the summer isles.

I don't want return.

"Kill the masters."

Kill the masters.

Daenerys: How are the lessons coming?

Missandei: Very well, your grace.

Missandei is teacher good, my queen.

You'll have to continue later.

It's time.

You heard her!

She said she came to free us!

You're a fool.

The masters are too strong.

She will protect us.

She defeated the masters' champion.

She has a great army.

You want to live the rest of your days
in chains?

I want to live.

You saw what they did to those children.

What do you think they'll do to us?

I've been through two slave revolts, boy.

They always end the same way:

The masters in power and the slaves dead.

All men must die.

But I promise you,

a single day of freedom is worth
more than a lifetime in chains.

Who are you?

This one is called grey worm.

I was taken as a baby
by the masters of astapor,

raised and trained as unsullied.

Now I fight for Daenerys,

the mother of dragons

and breaker of chains.

You are unsullied?

They taught you how to fight
before you could walk.

We are not soldiers!

We have no training,

no weapons.

There are three slaves in
this city for every master.

No one can give you your freedom, brothers.

If you want it,

you must take it.

Slaves: Mhysal

Slaves: Mhysal

Daenerys: Remind me, ser jorah,

how many children
did the great masters nail to mileposts?

163, khaleesi.

That was it.

Barristan: Your grace, may I have a word?

The city is yours.

All these people,
they're your subjects now.

Sometimes it is better to
answer injustice with mercy.

I will answer injustice with justice.

What the hell was that?

That was me knocking your arse
to the dirt with your own hand.

You're a rare talent.

When you're fighting cripples, anyway.

You learned to fight
like a good little boy.

I'll bet that thrust through the mad
king's back was pretty as a picture.

You want to fight pretty
or you want to win?

You talk to my brother this way?

All the time.

He got used to it.

Jaime: Do you think he did it?

Oh, he hated the little twat, sure.

But who didn't?

And poison's not his style.

Or murder.

You want to know for sure,
why don't you ask him?

You haven't been to see him yet, eh?

We're done for today.

Your brother ever tell you
how I came into his service?

You stood for him in
his trial by combat at the eyrie.

But only when lady arryn
demanded the trial take place that day.

You were his first choice.

He named you for his champion

because he knew you would ride
day and night to come fight for him.

You gonna fight for him now?

Jaime: To tell you the
truth, this isn't so bad.

Four walls. A pot to piss in.

I was chained to a wooden post
covered in my own shit for months.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Maybe a bit.

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.

It's complicated.

So how is our sister?

How do you think?

Her son died in her arms.

Herson?

- You know what's coming?
- Hmm.

My trial for regicide.

I know
the whole bloody country thinks I'm guilty,

that one of my three judges

has wished me dead
more times than I can count.

And thatjudge is my father.

As for Cersei,

well, she's probably working on a way

to avoid a trial altogether
by having me killed.

She did ask.

So, should I turn around and close my eyes?

Depends.

Did you do it?

The kingslayer brothers. You like it?

I like it.

You're really asking if I killed your son?

Are you really asking
if I'd kill my brother?

How can I help you?

You could set me free.

You know I can't.

Then there's really nothing else to say.

What do you want me to do? Kill the guards?

Sneak you out of the city
in the back of a cart?

I'm the lord commander of the kingsguard.

Sorry, I'd forgotten.

I'd hate for you to do
something inappropriate.

Inappropriate?

You're accused of killing the king.
Freeing you is treason.

Except I didn't do it.

Which is why we're having a trial.

Oh!

A trial.

If the killer threw himself
before the iron throne,

confessed to his crimes,
and gave irrefutable evidence of his guilt,

it wouldn't matter to Cersei.

She won't rest until my head's on a spike.

Not just yours.

She's offering a knighthood to
whomever finds sansa stark.

Sansa couldn't have done this.

She had more reason than
anyone in the seven kingdoms.

Do you think it's a coincidence

she disappeared the
same night Joffrey died?

No, but

sansa's not a killer.

Not yet, anyway.

Where are you taking me?

I'm getting married to your aunt lysa.

She's waiting for us at the eyrie.

You'll be safe there.

Did you kill Joffrey?

Did I kill Joffrey?

I've been in the vale for weeks.

I know it was you.

And who helped me with this conspiracy?

There was ser dontos.

You used him to get me
out of king's landing,

but you would never
trust him to kill the king.

Why not?

Because you're too smart to trust a drunk.

Then perhaps it was your husband.

How do you know?

I just do.

You're right.
He wasn't involved in Joffrey's death.

But you were.

Do you remember
that lovely necklace dontos gave you?

I don't suppose you noticed
that a stone was missing after the feast.

The poison.

I don't understand.

The lannisters gave you wealth, power.

Joffrey made you the lord of harrenhal.

A man with no motive
is a man no one suspects.

Always keep your foes confused.

If they don't know who
you are or what you want,

they can't know what you plan to do next.

I don't believe you.

If they catch you, they'll put your head

on a spike just like my father's.

You'd risk that just to confuse them?

So many men, they risk so little.

They spend their lives avoiding danger.

And then they die.

I'd risk everything to get what I want.

And what do you want?

Everything.

My friendship
with the lannisters was productive.

But Joffrey,

a vicious boy with a crown on his head,
is not a reliable ally.

And who could trust a friend like that?

Who could trust you?

I don't want friends like me.

My new friends are predictable.

Very reasonable people.

As for what happened to Joffrey,

that was something
my new friends wanted very badly.

Nothing like a thoughtful gift

to make a new friendship grow strong.

Margaery: I can't believe you're going.

Leaving me alone here with these people.

Olenna: The time has come, my dear.

There's nothing more tedious than a trial.

Except perhaps these gardens.

If I have to take one more leisurely stroll
through these gardens,

I'll fling myself from the cliffs.

Olenna: Have you been to see tommen yet?

Have they even agreed to the match?
No one tells me anything.

I wasn't originally meant to
marry your grandfather Luthor.

He was engaged to my sister,
your great-aunt viola.

I was to be given to
some Targaryen or other.

Marrying a Targaryen
was all the rage back then.

But the moment I saw my intended,

with his twitchy little ferret's face

and ludicrous silver hair,
I knew he wouldn't do.

So the evening
before Luthor was to propose to my sister,

I got lost on my way back
from my embroidery lesson

and happened upon his chamber.

How absentminded of me.

Mmm-hmm.

The following morning,
Luthor never made it down the stairs

to propose to my sister
'cause the boy couldn't bloody walk.

And once he could, the only thing he wanted

was what I'd given him the night before.

I was good.

I was very good.

You are even better.

But you need to act quickly.

Cersei may be vicious,
but she's not stupid.

She'll turn the boy against you
as soon as she can.

And by the time you're married,
it'll be too late.

Luckily for you, the queen regent

is rather distracted at the moment.

Mourning her dear departed boy.

Accusing her brother of his murder,
which he didn't commit.

He could have done.

But he didn't.

You don't know, grandmother.

But I do know.

You don't think
I'd let you marry that beast, do you?

What? I don't understand.

Shh.

Don't you worry yourself about all that.

You just do what needs to be done.

Jon: Bring it through!

And again.

Very nice. Good.

A lot of wildlings fight
with a weapon in each hand.

First thing you want to do

is disarm them to try and even the odds.

Let's see what you can do.

Olly, you just watch for now.

I can fight.

Have you ever held a sword before?

I was the best Archer in our Hamlet.

I was!

I believe you.

We'll go hunting for rabbits one day.

Right now, watch and learn.

You two.

Take it slow, try and disarm each other.

You know how to fight.

You could have gone easier on him.

He wouldn't have learned anything that way.

Alliser: Lord snow.

What do you think you're doing?

Grenn and I were helping them.

Grenn's a ranger. You're a steward.

Maybe you forgot that while you
were off with your wildling bitch,

but I didn't.

Someone has to train them.

And that someone isn't you.

Go find a chamber pot to empty.

Go on. Do it.

You traitor's bastard.

Give me an excuse.

Mormont's not here to protect you now.

Get back to work.

Now!

I said now!

The bastard's well-liked. You're not.

You think I care if they
like me? We're at war.

For now.

But you can't be acting commander forever.

There will be a choosing.

The old maester will insist on it.

You might reconsider his request
to march on craster's.

Let the mutineers take care of snow.

Or you might be taking orders from him
the rest of your life.

A bastard, eh?

Took you for highborn.

My father was highborn.

My mother wasn't.

Name's Locke.

Jon snow.

You fight well.

What brought you up here?

A sense of duty.

I wanted to do my part
for the safety of the realm.

I was a game warden in the stormlands.

Fed a prized partridge to my hungry kids.

I was stupid enough to get caught.

Chose the wall over losing my hand.

Figured I wouldn't have to
suck up to any highborn cunts here.

Alliser: Come on, get on with it.

What are you waiting for? Summer?

Guess I was wrong.

You sent for me, your grace?

Your grace.

How formal of you.

How many kingsguards
are posted outside tommen's door?

Ser boros is on duty tonight.
Tomorrow I believe...

So one?

You have one man guarding the future king?

I promise you tommen's safe.

We're protecting him.

The way you protected Joffrey?

Why did catelyn stark set you free?

What?

I've been wondering for months.

Ever since that great cow
brought you back to the capital.

Why did she set you free?

You know why. She'd hoped
I'd send her daughters back to her.

She hoped or did you promise?

I swore by all the gods

that if her daughters were alive,
I'd return them to her.

So you made a sacred vow to the enemy.

I wanted to get back to you.

Should I have told her to fuck off?

You didn't mean it, then?

You have no loyalty to catelyn stark?

Catelyn stark's dead.

So if I told you to leave the
capital right now and find sansa,

if I told you to find that
murderous little bitch

and bring me her head,

would you do it?

I know you went to see Tyrion.

That creature who murdered our son.

I had to see him.

I had to know for myself.

And?

He didn't do it, Cersei.

You've always pitied him.

Our poor little brother.

Abused by the world,
despised by his father and sister.

He'd kill us all if he could.

I want four men at tommen's door
day and night.

That will be all, lord commander.

Ser pounce?

Tommen: How did you
get past the kingsguard?

Kingsguard.

I don't think you're supposed to be here.

Mother doesn't allow me
to have visitors at night.

I'm not a visitor, your grace.

Word has it I'm to be your bride.

Did you know that people
in arranged marriages

often never meet until their wedding day?

Before we decide to
spend our lives together,

we ought to get to know one another.

Don't you think?

Yes.

But if my mother found out...

It can be our secret.

If we're going to be man and wife,

we'll have a few secrets from her, I hope.

So, your grace...

Yes?

Tell me a secret.

Hello. Aren't you a proper fellow?

That's ser pounce.

Very handsome.

Joffrey didn't like him.

He threatened to skin him alive

and mix his innards up in my food

so I wouldn't know I was eating him.

That's very cruel.

You don't strike me as cruel.

I don't think I am.

That's a relief.

Because you know
what happens when we marry?

We say our vows in
front of the high septon.

And after the ceremony, there's a feast.

When we marry, I become yours.

Forever.

It's getting late.

I should go.

May I come and visit you again?

All right, then.

Remember,

our little secret.

Brienne: "Ser Jaime Lannister.

"Knighted and named to the kingsguard
in his 16th year.

"At the sack of king's landing,
murdered his king, aerys ii.

"Pardoned by Robert Baratheon.

"Thereafter known as the kingslayer."

It's the duty of the lord commander
to fill those pages.

And there's still room left on mine.

Valyrian steel.

Mmm.

It's yours.

I can't accept this.

It was reforged from ned stark's sword.

You'll use it to defend
ned stark's daughter.

You swore an oath

to return the stark girls to their mother.

Lady stark's dead.

Arya's probably dead, too,

but there's still a chance to
find sansa and get her somewhere safe.

I've got something else for you.

I hope I got your measurements right.

I'll find her.

For lady catelyn.

And for you.

I almost forgot.

I have one more gift.

Brienne: I don't need a squire.

Of course you do.

He'll slow me down.

My brother owes him a debt.

He's not safe here. You'll be
keeping him from harm. It's chivalry.

I won't slow you down, ser.

My lady.

I promise I'll serve you well.

See? He's a good lad. You'll get along.

Compliments of lord Tyrion.

His axe from the Blackwater.

What are you waiting for, a kiss?

Ready the lady's horse.

They say the best swords have names.
Any ideas?

Oath keeper.

Goodbye, brienne.

Podrick: Come on, move.

I should never have taken her away.

Jon: She wasn't safe here.

She's not safe out there.

I should have known.

You told us
there were wildlings south of the wall.

If they're raiding the smaller villages,
mole's town could be next.

Castle black could be next.

I should go back for gilly.

We have orders. No
one's to leave the castle.

I remember when you disobeyed orders
and rode south to help robb.

And I remember
who came after me and brought me home.

I know how hard it is, Sam, believe me.

When you told me about
bran going beyond the wall,

all I could think about was
getting my strength back

so I could go and find him.

I wish I could have convinced him
to come back with me.

I tried. Really, I did.

How fast could they travel?

A crippled boy being pulled on a sledge
by a simpleton?

I don't know.

They'd pass wildling villages.

They could try and find
shelter at one of them.

The wildlings have joined up with mance.

Every village or sheltered place
will be deserted.

Except...

Sam: Craster's?

- You think bran might have found...
- Locke: Snow.

I don't mean to interrupt.

Thorne wants to see you.

Your foray to craster's keep,

I'll sanction it.

But I won't order anyone to go with you.

Volunteers only.

Thank you, ser alliser.

Brothers.

I'm going beyond the wall to craster's keep

to capture the mutineers holed up there

or kill them.

I'm asking for volunteers to come with me.

There's 60 miles of wilderness
between here and craster's,

and mance rayder has an army
bearing down on us,

but we have to do this.

Our survival may depend on us getting to

these mutineers before mance does.

They know the wall. They know our defences.

If mance learns what they know, we're lost.

But if that's not enough,

then consider this.

If the night's watch are truly brothers,

then lord commander mormont
was our father.

He lived and died for the watch

and he was betrayed by his own men.

Stabbed in the back by cowards.

He deserved far better.

All we can give him now is justice.

Who will join me?

I can't let a recruit
come north of the wall.

Then let me say my vows.

If it's a fight you're heading for,

then you need men who know how.

Thank you, brothers.

Woman: No, don't.

Don't, please.

Woman 2: Please don't.

Ow! You're hurting me.

Karl Tanner from gin alley

drinking wine from the skull
of jeor fucking mormont.

Any command for us, lord commander?

What's that?

Fuck 'em till they're dead?

Did you hear that, boys?

Fuck 'em till they're dead.

Rast.

Go outside and feed the beast.

We should kill that thing.

You should shut your fucking hole,

ugly little cunt.

You look like a fucking ballsack. Ugly.

Look at your stupid cunt face.

I could piss in any gutter
and soak five of you.

Know how much they paid me to
kill a man in king's landing?

Seven silvers.

They told me a man's name
and that man never saw daylight again.

None of them cocksuckers got away from me.

Haven't lost a fight since I was nine.

Maybe it's time.

What do you think? Eh?

Maybe you're the man.

Eh, cunt?

I wouldn't stand a chance.

None of us would.

I was a fucking legend in gin alley.

A fucking legend!

I would take any knight, any time.

You fucking cunts in steel plate.
Fucking cowards.

Women: A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

What the fuck is that?

Craster's last child. A boy.

What am I supposed to do with him?

What did craster do?

Kill 'em before they could grow up
and do the same to him?

All right.

Don't need another mouth to feed.

Hand him over.

He didn't kill them.

He offered them.

To who?

To the gods.

The white walkers.

Women: A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

A gift for the gods.

Shut up!

If it worked for him...

Let's give the walkers what they want.

Rast is headed that way.

Pink-eyed fuck.

You thirsty?

Fuck!

Hodor

Do you hear that?

Is that a baby?

It's coming.

I'm going out there.

No, we need to stay together.

I'm going.

Meera: Bran.

Hodor: Hodor.

- Bran, what happened?
- It's summer. He's hurt.

They've caught him in a trap.

Who?

I didn't see, but they
have my brother's wolf.

They have ghost.

Bran: They're night's watch.

Look.

Jon might be here.

If Jon was here,
why would they put his wolf in a cage?

They might have been night's watch once,
not any more.

We're not safe here. We need to go.

Bran: No.

Bran, we need to go now.

I'm not leaving without summer.

Can you remember where the cage was?

The east side of the keep.

If I'm not back soon, we'll meet...

Hodor

Hodor

hodor

Hodor

if I was your size,
I'd be king of the fucking world.

Help him up.

This is nice.

Fine leather.

You're no wildling.

Important. Highborn.

Who are you?

You see, where I come from,

a commoner like me
slaps a little lord like you,

I'd lose me right hand.

But we're a long way from home, aren't we?

And then the two of you,

fancy-looking folks north of the wall
creeping through the woods.

Isn't that a bit odd?

I like your curly hair.

My mom had curls like that.

Beautiful brown curls.

Why'd you drag a crippled boy
all the way up here?

See, you haven't played this game before.

A highborn hostage,

that's valuable.

But three of them,

that's a lot of mouths to feed.

Rast: What the fuck's wrong with him?

Come here.

No, please.

Please, let me help him.

Karl: Who are you?

Please.

Who are you?

I'm Brandon stark of winterfell.

It's Jon snow's brother.

It's meera. I'm right here.

And I thought
this was gonna be another boring day.

Meera: I'm right here.