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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- SANSA: Yes?
- (DOOR OPENS)

For you, my lady.

How far is Mole's Town?

Sansa.

Lady Brienne.

When I heard you had escaped Winterfell,
I feared the worst.

You have no idea how happy I am
to see you unharmed.

"Unharmed"?

What are you doing here?

I rode north with the Knights of the Vale
to come to your aid.

They're encamped at Moat
Cailin as we speak.

To come to my aid?

Did you know about Ramsay?

If you didn't know, you're an idiot.
If you did know, you're my enemy.

Would you like to hear
about our wedding night?

He never hurt my face.

He needed my face,
the face of Ned Stark's daughter.

But the rest of me,

he did what he liked with the rest of me

as long as I could still give him an heir.

What do you think he did?

- I can't begin to contemplate...
- What do you think he did to me?

Lady Sansa asked you a question.

- He beat you.
- Yes, he enjoyed that.

What else do you think he did?

- LITTLEFINGER: Sansa, I...
- What else?

Did he cut you?

Maybe you did know about Ramsay all along.

I didn't know.

I thought you knew everyone's secrets.

I made a mistake, a horrible mistake.

I underestimated a stranger.

The other things he did,

ladies aren't supposed to
talk about those things,

but I imagine brothel keepers
talk about them all the time.

I can still feel it.

I don't mean in my tender heart
it still pains me so.

I can still feel what he did in my body
standing here right now.

I'm so sorry.

You said you would protect me.

LITTLEFINGER: And I will.

You must believe me
when I tell you that I will.

SANSA: I don't believe you anymore.

I don't need you anymore.
You can't protect me.

You won't even be able to protect yourself
if I tell Brienne to cut you down.

And why shouldn't I?

Do you want me to beg for my life?

If that's what you want, I will.

Whatever you ask that is in my power,
I will do.

What if I want you to die here and now?

Then I will die.

You freed me from the monsters
who murdered my family,

and you gave me to other monsters
who murdered my family.

Go back to Moat Cailin.

My brother and I
will take back the North on our own.

I never want to see you again.

I would do anything to undo
what's been done to you.

I know that I can't.

Will you allow me to say
one more thing before I go?

Your great-uncle Brynden the Blackfish

has gathered what remains of the
Tully forces and retaken Riverrun.

You might consider seeking him out.

The time may come
when you need an army loyal to you.

I have an army.

Your brother's army.

Half-brother.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTING)

(ARYA GROANS)

You're not ready.

You should go home before it's too late.

(GRUNTS)

(CLATTERING)

- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANS)

(GROANS)

You'll never be one of us, Lady Stark.

She has a point.

(SNIFFLES)

None of the first Faceless Men
were born to lords and ladies.

They began as slaves in
the mines of Valyria.

Who was the first?

He was no one.

The Many-Faced God
taught him how to shed his face

and how to give the gift.

The man taught others
in exchange for their service.

Many served, many more gifts were given.

Soon all the masters and overseers
were gone and the Faceless Men fled.

ARYA: Where did they go?

Here.

They founded the Free City of Braavos
and built this house.

These were the faces they wore in life

when they were not wearing others.

The first Faceless Men.

And now a girl is one of
them, if a girl desires.

A girl has no desires.

Who?

JAQEN: An actress
who calls herself Lady Crane.

She performs at the theater
in Sheelba Square.

A girl has been given a second chance.

There will not be a third.

One way or another,
a face will be added to the hall.

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

(HORN BLOWING)

(SCATTERED LAUGHTER)

(ACTOR CRIES OUT)

Murdered by a boar.

The great big hairy whore.

He dug in his tusks, and dug out my guts,

and soon I am no more.

Come, Father, in bed you must lie.

I love you, Father. Please don't die.

- Shut up, you swine! Cersei, more wine.
- (SCATTERED LAUGHTER)

I feel the winds of winter
as they lick across the land.

And our son alone on that cold, cold throne

without a guiding hand.

Who will teach him strength?
Who will teach him grace?

To whom will he turn when it's time
to learn to look darkness in the face?

Ned Stark will do fine.
Now, bring me more wine.

(GRUNTING)

Ooh... What's happened here, then?

He brought you here, Ned Stark, 'cause
you're the brightest fellow in the land.

You should be king of us all

and I should be your Hand.

We men of the North are right good hands
at keeping people lawful.

I'd ask him for permission,
but he smells too bloody awful.

(YELLING)

I die. I die.

And here, I now must lie.

Oh, woe. Oh, no...

(SPUTTERING NOISE)

- Oh, I am about to go.
- (SPUTTERING)

Will you stay on as Joffrey's Hand?

The Iron Throne's what I demand.

- You cannot.
- I can.

- You will not.
- I will.

- You dare not.
- I dare yes.

ACTRESS: The line of succession.

ACTOR: What's that mean?

- ACTRESS: The proper progression.
- ACTOR: What's that mean?

- The lawful ascension.
- What's that mean?

So move along, give me my chair

and there won't be no more trouble.

(GROANS)

But we had a deal all done and dusted.

I'm starting to think you can't be trusted.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Save my father.

Truly you should.
Killing the man will do you no good.

- Save him, please.
- Show him mercy.

Show the people what a good king should be.

Good people, you may all relax.

My father's friend shall be spared the...

(EXCLAIMS)

ACTRESS PLAYING SANSA: (CRYING)
Father! No!

Father...

ACTOR PLAYING TYRION:
Worry not, all is well.

I have here a decree

from my father Tywin Lannister,
the richest man you'll see.

He proclaims me Hand of the King.

The position's mine for life.

And he's given me permission to take

Sansa as my wife.

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

You'll learn that what I lack in height,
I make up for in appetite.

So let's forget about your plight,
and go rehearse our wedding night.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

It's a wart. Two warts.

I've got two fucking warts on my cock.

Well, don't worry, love.
They usually go away in five or six years.

Oh. Wash this, darling. It stinks of me.

You can do better, Bianca, dear.
You must do.

I had two lines.

There are no small parts.
You rang very false.

I rang very false?

What you need, love,
is for someone to ring you true.

BIANCA: You weren't
complaining about me last night.

BOBONO: May I get you
some wine, Lady Crane?

LADY CRANE: I'm a rum girl, Bobono.

You need to know that
if we're going to be intimate.

- Of course we're going to be intimate.
- It's only a matter of time.

(POURING)

To our children.

May they have your talent.

And your filthy mind.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

A girl will poison the rum.

Lady Crane is the only one who drinks it.

If a girl could use
one of the faces from the hall...

A girl is not ready.

She's a good actress.

So a man has heard.

Seems like a decent woman.

Does death only come for the wicked
and leave the decent behind?

No.

Who wants her dead?

That does not matter. The price was paid.

The younger actress.

She's jealous because Lady Crane is better.

A girl must decide
if she wants to serve the Many-Faced God.

A girl has decided.

A servant does not ask questions.

(RAVEN CAWING)

(ALL WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

(TWIG SNAPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN: No! No! No!

(SCREAMING)

It was you.

You made the White Walkers.

We were at war.

We were being slaughtered.

Our sacred trees cut down.

We needed to defend ourselves.

From whom?

From you.

From men.

PRIEST: We speak in the presence
of the Drowned God.

In his name we gather today
to choose a new king as our leader.

Who makes a claim?

I am Yara Greyjoy,

daughter of Balon Greyjoy,
King of the Iron Islands.

I claim the Salt Throne.

We've never had a queen. Not once.

There are many things we've never done.

We've never made our mark upon the world.

The great lords of Westeros pay us no mind

until our little raids
buzz through their kingdoms

long enough to become a nuisance.

Then they swat us down.

They conquer us, humiliate us,

and go right back to forgetting we exist.

ALL: Aye!

- We are a sea people.
- ALL: Aye!

- Our god is a sea god.
- ALL: Aye!

When I am queen, we will
build a fleet that...

- You shall not be queen!
- I am not finished!

Yes, you are! A woman will not lead us.

Not when Balon's own
male heir has returned.

I am Theon Greyjoy,

last living son of Balon Greyjoy.

And she is your rightful ruler.

ALL: Aye!

Those of you that have sailed under her,
and there are many of you here,

- you know what she is.
- ALL: Aye!

- She is a reaver.
- ALL: Aye!

- She is a warrior.
- ALL: Aye!

She is ironborn!

ALL: Aye!

We will find no better leader.

This is our queen.

(ALL CHEERING)

ALL: (CHANTING) Yara! Yara! Yara!

MAN: I'm Euron Greyjoy.

I claim the Salt Throne.

Niece.

Nephew.

Little Theon.

Heard you managed to
fuck things right into the ground.

(SCATTERED LAUGHTER)

EURON: Captured a castle you couldn't keep.

Got yourself taken prisoner.

Even heard you have no cock.

Explains why you think a woman can be king.

- When did you return, Uncle?
- EURON: A few days ago.

I had some things to take care of.

Long overdue.

I'm glad you're here.

Now I know what my first
act as queen will be.

To execute the man who killed my father.

(SCATTERED CHATTER)

I did.

I killed him.

Threw him right over a rope bridge,
and watched him fall.

He was leading us nowhere,

and we would still be heading there
if it weren't for me.

No one loved him.
No one wanted to follow him.

He led us into two wars we couldn't win.

I apologize to you all
for not killing him years ago.

THEON: That would have been hard to do.

You weren't here.

Last I heard, you were gallivanting
around the world having a grand old time.

"Gallivanting"?

That the sort of thing you start to say
once your dick gets chopped off?

Did the great lords of Westeros
teach you words like that?

You were gone.

Yara was here.

Being ironborn. Leading ironborn.

Getting ready to bring us back to glory.

EURON: And how will she do that?

I will build the largest fleet
the world has ever seen.

Right idea,

except I'm the one
who's going to build the Iron Fleet

because I'm the one who
knows how to use it.

I've been all over the world.

I've seen more of it than
all of you combined.

And across the sea there is a person

who hates the great lords of Westeros
just as much as we do.

Someone with a large army,

three large dragons,

and no husband.

I'm going to build that fleet

and I'm going to gallivant right over

And give it to Daenerys Targaryen
along with my big cock.

(SCATTERED LAUGHTER)

You're going to seduce the Dragon Queen?

I'm not going to seduce her.
The Iron Fleet will seduce her.

And together
we're going to take the Seven Kingdoms.

I wasn't born to be king.

I paid the iron price, and here I stand.

(ALL CHEERING)

(CHANTING) Euron! Euron! Euron! Euron!

Euron! Euron! Euron! Euron!

Euron! Euron!

May Euron, your servant,
be born again from the sea as you were.

Bless him with salt. Bless him with stone.

Bless him with steel.

Listen to the waves. Listen to the god.

He is speaking to us and he says,

"We shall have no king but Euron Greyjoy."

Let the sea wash your follies
and your vanities away.

Let the old Euron drown.

Let his lungs fill with seawater.

Let the fish eat the scales off his eyes.

What is dead may never die.

But rises again harder and stronger.

(RETCHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(COUGHING)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

What is dead may never die.

What is dead may never die.

(ALL CHEERING)

Where are my niece and nephew?

Let's go murder them.

AERON: They stole our best ships.

Won't be enough to save them.

Go back to your homes.

Chop down every tree you can find.

Quarter-saw the timber and start building.

I want every man bending planks.

I want every woman spinning flax for sails.

Build me 1,000 ships.

And I will give you this world.

I banished you, twice.

You came back, twice.

And you saved my life.

So I can't take you back,

and I can't send you away.

You must send me away.

Is there a cure?

I don't know.

How long does it take?

I don't know that either.

But I've seen what happens
when it goes far enough.

I'll end things before that.

I'm sorry.

- (CRYING) I'm so sorry.
- Don't be.

All I've ever wanted was to serve you.

Tyrion Lannister was right.

I love you.

I'll always love you.

Goodbye, Khaleesi.

Do not walk away from your queen,
Jorah the Andal.

You have not been dismissed.

You pledged yourself to me.

You swore to obey my commands
for the rest of your life.

Well, I command you to find the cure,

wherever it is in this world.

I command you to heal yourself,

and then return to me.

When I take the Seven Kingdoms,

I need you by my side.

In the last fortnight
since our pact with the Masters,

how many killings have been carried out
by the Sons of the Harpy?

None.

And how many Masters have been butchered
by the free men?

Two, but that was the day of the pact.

Since then, nothing.

So, it's safe to say
that a fragile peace has taken hold.

For now.

"For now" is the best
we get in our profession.

It's not enough.

Considering the city
was on the brink of civil war,

I'd say it's a good start.

It's not enough for Meereen to have peace.

They need to know
Daenerys is responsible for it.

The Sons of the Harpy have a good story.

Resist the foreign invaders.

Our queen has an even better story.

Mother of Dragons,
Breaker of Chains, all that.

The people know who brought them freedom.

Yes, but do they know
who brought them security?

Who brought about an end to the violence?

We need someone the people trust,

someone they know
cannot be bought or influenced.

Sounds like quite the hero.
Where would we find him?

Who said anything about "him"?

(MAN SPEAKS VALYRIAN)

You stand in the presence of Kinvara,

High Priestess of the
Red Temple of Volantis,

the Flame of Truth,

the Light of Wisdom,

the First Servant of the Lord of Light.

(TYRION SPEAKS VALYRIAN)

Welcome to Meereen.

That's about the extent of my Valyrian.

Thank you for traveling all this way.

I know from personal experience
how uncomfortable the journey can be.

The truth is we need your help.

We had hoped that
we could somehow persuade you to...

You don't need to persuade me.

I came to help.

Daenerys Stormborn
is the one who was promised.

From the fire she was reborn
to remake the world.

TYRION: Yes.

She has freed the slaves from their chains
and crucified the Masters for their sins.

TYRION: She did indeed.

Her dragons are fire made flesh,

a gift from the Lord of Light.

But you heard all of this
before, haven't you?

On the Long Bridge of Volantis.

The dragons will purify nonbelievers
by the thousands,

burning their sins and flesh away.

Ideally we'd avoid
purifying too many nonbelievers.

The Mother of Dragons
has followers of many different faiths.

You want your queen
to be worshipped and obeyed.

And while she's gone, you want her advisors
to be worshipped and obeyed.

I'd settle for obeyed.

KINVARA: I will summon
my most eloquent priests.

They will spread the word.

Daenerys has been sent
to lead the people against the darkness

in this war, and in the
great war still to come.

That sounds most excellent.

A man named
Stannis Baratheon was anointed

as the chosen one by one
of your priestesses.

He, too, had a glorious destiny.

He attacked King's Landing

and was soundly defeated
by the man standing beside me.

Last I had heard, he had
been defeated again,

this time at Winterfell,
and this time for good.

We'd be most grateful for any support
you could provide the queen.

I suppose it's hard
for a fanatic to admit a mistake.

Isn't that the whole point
of being a fanatic?

You're always right.

Everything is the Lord's will.

Everything is the Lord's will.

But men and women make mistakes.

Even honest servants of the Lord.

And you, an honest servant of the Lord,

why should I trust you to know any more
than the priestess who counseled Stannis?

My friend has a healthy
skepticism of religion,

but we are all loyal
supporters of the queen.

Everyone is what they are,

and where they are for a reason.

Terrible things happen for a reason.

Take what happened to you,
Lord Varys, when you were a child.

If not for your mutilation
at the hand of a second-rate sorcerer,

you wouldn't be here
helping the Lord's Chosen

bring his light into the world.

Knowledge has made you powerful.

But there's still so much you don't know.

Do you remember what you heard that night

when the sorcerer
tossed your parts in the fire?

You heard a voice call out from the flames.
Do you remember?

Should I tell you what the voice said?

Should I tell you
the name of the one who spoke?

We serve the same queen.

If you are her true friend,
you have nothing to fear from me.

(RAVEN CAWING)

(GRUNTING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
He saw me, the Night King!

- He saw me!
- He touched you.

I don't know. He was close, but...

He touched you.

He knows you are here. He'll come for you.

But he can't get in.

He can now. His mark is on you.

You must leave, all of you.

Come on, Hodor. Help me with the sledge.

Hodor.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

- The time has come.
- The time for what?

For you to become me.

But am I ready?

No.

JON: We can't defend the North from
the Walkers and the south from the Boltons.

If we want to survive, we need Winterfell,
and to take Winterfell, we need more men.

DAVOS: Aside from
the Starks and the Boltons,

the most powerful houses in the North

are the Umbers, the Karstarks,
and the Manderlys.

The Umbers and the Karstarks

have already declared for the Boltons,
so we're not doing so well there.

The Umbers gave Rickon to our enemies.
They can hang.

But the Karstarks declared for Ramsay
without knowing they had another choice.

Uh, I beg your pardon, my lady,

but they know that
a Stark beheaded their father.

I don't think we can count on them either.

How well do you know the North, Ser Davos?

Precious little, my lady.

SANSA: My father always said
Northerners are different.

More loyal, more suspicious of outsiders.

They may well be loyal,

but how many rose up against the Boltons
when they betrayed your family?

I may not know the North, but I know men.

They're more or less the same
in any corner of the world

and even the bravest of them

don't want to see their wives and children
skinned for a lost cause.

If Jon's going to convince them
to fight alongside him,

they need to believe it's
a fight they can win.

There are more than three other houses
in the North,

Glover, Mormont, Cerwyn, Mazin, Hornwood.

Two dozen more.

Together they equal all the others.

We can start small and build.

SANSA: The North remembers.

They remember the Stark name.

People will still risk everything for it,
from White Harbor to Ramsay's own door.

I don't doubt it.

But Jon doesn't have the Stark name.

No, but I do.

Jon is every bit as much Ned Stark's son
as Ramsay is Roose Bolton's.

And there are also the Tullys.
They're not Northern,

but they will back us
against the Boltons without question.

I didn't know the Tullys still had an army.

My uncle the Blackfish has reformed it
and retaken Riverrun.

How do you know that?

Ramsay received a raven
before I escaped Winterfell.

That's good.

The Blackfish is a legend.
His support would mean a great deal.

Stark, Tully, a few more houses,

almost starts to look like a winning side.

I've sworn to protect you, my lady.

You heard them. We need more men,
and my uncle has an army.

We can send the Blackfish a raven.

Can't risk Ramsay intercepting it.
It has to be you.

Ride for Riverrun.

My uncle will talk to you
and you'll know how to talk to him.

(BRIENNE SIGHS)

What is it?

I don't like leaving you here alone.

With Jon?

BRIENNE: Not him. He seems trustworthy.

A bit brooding, perhaps.

I suppose that's
understandable, considering.

The others, though.

Davos and the Red Woman
helped a man murder his own brother

with blood magic.

And when Stannis paid for his crime,
where were they?

Already out looking
for a leader with better prospects.

And that wildling fellow with the beard...

Jon isn't Tormund.

Jon isn't Davos, the Red Woman,
or Stannis for that matter.

Jon is Jon.

He's my brother.
He'll keep me safe. I trust him.

Then why did you lie to him

when he asked you
how you learned about Riverrun?

New dress?

I made it myself. Do you like it?

JON: Yeah, it's...

I like the wolf bit.

Good, because I made this for you.

I made it like the one Father used to wear.

As near as I can remember.

Thank you, Sansa.

You're welcome.

Don't knock it down while I'm gone.

I'll do my best.

Good luck.

Should we close the gate, Lord Commander?

I'm not the Lord...

(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah,

close the bloody gate.

(RAVEN CAWING)

MEERA: We can go home now, Hodor.

Well, maybe not home, home,
but somewhere that isn't a cave.

HODOR: Hodor.

Eat something that isn't moss.

I want an egg. How do you like 'em?

Boiled? Fried up with some butter?

(CHUCKLES) Hodor.

With a rasher of bacon
and some blood sausage.

Hodor.

(GASPS)

(ICE CRACKLING)

Get Bran and run!

(WHITE WALKERS SNARLING)

Bran. Bran, wake up.

- Bran.
- Hodor. Hodor.

Bran, wake up!

MAN 1: Take him to the Vale.

- MAN 2: Gods keep you on the King's Road.
- WOMAN: Take it easy.

Watch yourself.

- Hodor.
- Hodor. Hodor.

Help me!

(GRUNTS)

LEAF: Go!

Go!

(FIRE HISSING)

(SCREECHING)

(GRUNTING)

RICKARD: Remember that you are a Stark.

Comport yourself with dignity at the Vale

and try to stay out of fights.

YOUNG NED: Yes, Father.

RICKARD: But if you have to fight,

win.

- Bran! Bran, wake up!
- (LOUD THUD)

(SNARLING)

(SHOUTS)

(YELPS)

(SUMMER GROWLING)

Bran! Bran, wake up.

- Bran! Bran, wake up!
- Hodor. Hodor.

(LOUD THUD)

(WHITE WALKER SNARLING)

You have to wake up.

- We need Hodor.
- Hodor. Hodor.

MEERA: Bran, we need Hodor.

Bran, you have to wake up. We need Hodor.

(SCREECHES)

Hodor. Hodor.

Bran, we're all going to die!

Bran, wake up!

We're all going to die! Bran! Bran!

Bran, you have to wake up. We need Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Warg into Hodor now!

Bran, wake up. We need Hodor.

We need Hodor. Warg into Hodor now. Now!

Listen to your friend, Brandon.

HODOR: Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor. Hodor.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

- MEERA: Summer!
- LEAF: Go.

Go!

(SUMMER YELPING)

(SUMMER SQUEALING)

(PANTING)

OLD MAN: The time has come.

Leave me.

(SNARLING)

- What are you doing?
- Go!

(GRUNTS)

(SNARLING CONTINUES)

(GRUNTING)

Hodor, hurry.

Hodor.

(GRUNTING) Hold the door!

Hold the door!

Hold the door!

Hold the door!

(DOOR BANGING)

Hold the door!

(GRUNTING)

- Hold the door!
- WOMAN: Wylis?

What's the matter?

- MEERA: Hold the door!
- Come on, son.

BOTH: Hold the door!

(GRUNTING)

Hold the door! Hold the door!

Hold the door!

Hold the door!

Hold the door! Hold the door!

Hold the door! Hold the door!

Hold the door! Hold door!

Hold the door! Hold door! Hold door!

Hold door! Hodor!

Hodor! Hodor!

Hodor. Hodor.

Hodor.