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Is the Wall as big as they say?

Bigger.

- How much longer?
- A few more days.

I found something
at the Fist of the First Men.

What does it do?

Sam: I'm not sure that
it does anything.

You're not supposed to be here.

- If your father knew--
- He said you're a traitor.

I am, child.

You must get bored down here.

I brought you
something to read.

My lady, I can't
read the words.

I wouldn't know where to start.

At the beginning.
This word is Aegon.

Barristan: The Yunkish train
bed slaves, not soldiers.

- We can defeat them.
- But they won't meet us on the field.

They have strong walls.

_

Women in our position
must make the best

of our circumstances.

How do I make the best
of my circumstances?

I have to marry him.

I didn't ask for this marriage.

I will marry Sansa Stark
and do my duty by her.

My feelings for you
have not changed.

Listen to me, my lady.

I'm not your lady.
I'm your whore.

You will release
every slave in Yunkai.

You are mad.
We have powerful friends.

Friends who would take great
pleasure in destroying you.

Perhaps we'll make
a slave of you as well.

( screeching )

He said he had
powerful friends.

Who was he talking about?

- I don't know.
- Find out.

Haven't you ever wondered
where your strength came from?

- Your blood is noble.
- I'm just a bastard.

The bastard of Robert
of the House Baratheon.

There is power
in a king's blood.

You're a liar!

You lied to Gendry,
you lied to me.

Now--

- Anguy, bring her back.
- Man: Come back, girl!

Kick all you like, wolf girl.

Won't do you no good.

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( birds chirping )

I'll give you one try, girl.

Kill me and you're free.

But if I live,
I'll break both your hands.

Go on, hit me.

Hit me hard.

Sulk all you want.

The truth is, you're lucky.

You don't want to be
alone out here, girl.

Someone worse than me
would find you.

There's no one worse than you.

Ha, you never knew my brother.

He once killed a man
for snoring.

There's plenty worse than me.

There's men who like
to beat little girls,

men who like to rape them.

I saved your sister
from some of them.

You're lying.

Ask her, if you
ever see her again.

Ask her who came back for her

when the mob
had her on her back.

They would have
taken her every which way

and left her there
with her throat cut open.

Is that the Blackwater?

The Blackwater?

Where do you think
I'm taking you?

Back to King's Landing
to Joffrey and the queen.

Fuck Joffrey.
Fuck the queen.

That's the Red Fork.

I'm taking you to the Twins.

But why?

Because your mother
and brother will be there

and they'll pay me for you.

Why would they be at the Twins?

( chuckles ) Those outlaws you
love so much never told you?

The whole countryside
is yapping about it.

Your uncle is marrying
one of the Frey girls.

So quit trying
to bash my skull in

and we might just make it there
in time for the wedding.

( horses neighing )

Men who fight for gold have
neither honor nor loyalty.

They cannot be trusted.

Jorah: They can be trusted to
kill you if they're well paid.

The Yunkish
are paying them well.

You know these men?

Only by the broken swords
on their banners.

They're called the Second Sons.

A company led by
a Braavosi named Mero,

"The Titan's Bastard."

Is he more titan or bastard?

He's a dangerous man, khaleesi.

They all are.

How many?

Barristan:
2,000, Your Grace.

Armored and mounted.

Enough to make a difference?

It's hard to collect
wages from a corpse.

I'm sure the sellswords prefer
to fight for the winning side.

I imagine you're right.

I'd like to talk to the Titan's
Bastard about winning.

He may not agree to meet.

He will.

A man who fights for gold can't
afford to lose to a girl.

Barristan: Your Grace,
allow me to present

the captains
of the Second Sons--

Mero of Braavos,

Prendahl na Ghezn,

and...

Daario Naharis.

You are the Mother of Dragons?

I swear I fucked you once
in a pleasure house in Lys.

- Mind your tongue.
- Mero: Why?

I didn't mind hers.

She licked my ass
like she was born to do it.

( laughs )

You, slave girl, bring wine.

We have no slaves here.

You'll all be slaves
after the battle

unless I save you.

Take your clothes off and
come and sit on Mero's lap

and I may give you
my Second Sons.

Give me your Second Sons
and I may not have you gelded.

Ser Barristan, how many men
fight for the Second Sons?

Under 2,000, Your Grace.

We have more, don't we?

Barristan:
10,000 Unsullied.

I'm only a young girl,
new to the ways of war,

but perhaps a seasoned
captain like yourself

can explain to me how you
propose to defeat us.

I hope the old man is better with
a sword than he is with a lie.

You have 8,000 Unsullied.

You're very young
to be a captain.

He's not a captain.
He's a lieutenant.

Even if your numbers are right,

you must admit the odds
don't favor your side.

The Second Sons have faced
worse odds and won.

The Second Sons have
faced worse odds and run.

Or you could fight for me.

( Mero laughs )

We've taken the slavers' gold.

We fight for Yunkai.

- Daenerys: I would pay
you as much and more. - ( sniffs )

Our contract is our bond.

If we break our bond,

no one will hire
the Second Sons again.

Ride with me and you'll
never need another contract.

You'll have gold and castles
and lordships of your choosing

when I take back
the Seven Kingdoms.

You have no ships.
You have no siege weapons.

You have no cavalry.

A fortnight ago, I had no army.

A year ago, I had no dragons.

You have two days to decide.

Show me your cunt. I want to see
if it's worth fighting for.

_

_

You seem to be
enjoying my wine.

Perhaps you'd like
a flagon to help you ponder.

Only a flagon?

And what are my brothers
in arms to drink?

- A barrel, then.
- Good.

The Titan's Bastard
does not drink alone.

In the Second Sons,
we share everything.

After the battle,
maybe we'll all share you.

I'll come looking for you
when this is over.

Ser Barristan,

if it comes to battle,
kill that one first.

Gladly, Your Grace.

Half Robert, half lowborn.

Show the boy to his chambers.

Have the maids draw him a bath and
find him some decent clothes.

I'll come visit you soon.

What do you mean
to do with him?

You know what I mean
to do with him.

Then why bathe him
and dress him in fine clothes?

If it needs to be done, do it.
Don't torture the boy.

Have you ever slaughtered
a lamb, my king?

No.

If the lamb sees the knife,

she panics.

Her panic seeps into her meat,

darkens it, fouls the flavor.

You've slaughtered many lambs?

And none have seen the blade.

( door closes )

Davos:
"And tho-- and thowg...

V-v-visenya...

Targaryen...

rod-- rode

Vhagar--

Vhag--"

Fuck me.

( sighs )

"Visenya Targaryen

rode Vhagar,

the smallest of the dragons,

though still...

large enog--

enough-- enough

to swallow
a horse whole."

Your Grace.

They feeding you enough?

Two meals a day.

Cold for breakfast,
hot for supper.

I cannot complain.

You don't belong
in a place like this.

Well, it's sad to say,
but I've seen worse.

Yeah.

I'm sorry about your son.

Didn't get the chance
to tell you before.

Good lad.
Loyal lad.

Melisandre's returned.

I didn't know she'd been gone.

Came back with a bastard boy.

Robert's bastard boy.

Why?

She says there's power
in king's blood.

She's going to kill him.

Sacrifice him.

Forgive me, Your Grace,
I'm not a learned man,

but is there a difference
between kill and sacrifice?

The boy is your nephew.

What of it?
We're at war.

Why should I spare the son
of some tavern slut

Robert bedded
one drunken night?

Because he has
your blood in his veins.

So did Renly.

Renly wronged you.

Renly declared himself king when
the throne belonged to you.

He raised an army,
stole your bannermen.

This boy has done you no harm.

- He's an innocent.
- How many boys live in Westeros?

How many girls? How many men?
How many women?

The darkness will devour
them all, she says.

The night that never ends.

Unless I triumph.

I never asked for this.

No more than I asked
to be king.

We do not choose our destiny,

but we must do our duty, no?

Great or small,
we must do our duty.

What's one bastard boy
against a kingdom?

Your Grace,

why did you come
to see me today?

I came to free you.

If you swear never to raise your
hand to the Lady Melisandre again.

I swear it.

I can't swear never
to speak against her.

You have little regard
for your own life.

Quite little, Your Grace.

Verging on none.

You could have freed me
yesterday or tomorrow,

but you came to me now before
this boy is put to the knife

because you knew
I'd counsel restraint.

You came to hear me say it
because you believe it yourself.

You're not a man
who slaughters innocents

for gain or glory.

When my son was five
he said to me,

"I don't ever
want to die."

I wanted to say to him, "You won't, child.
You won't ever."

I hated the idea of him lying
awake in the dark, afraid.

I think mothers and fathers
made up the gods

because they wanted their children
to sleep through the night.

I saw a vision in the flames.

A great battle in the snow.

I saw it.

And you saw whatever
she gave birth to.

I never believed,
but when you see the truth,

when it's right there
in front of you

as real as these iron bars,

how can you deny
her god is real?

- ( horse neighs )
- ( people chatting )

Little dragon bitch.
She talks too much.

You talk too much.

She won't talk so much
when she's choking on my cock.

8,000 Unsullied stand
between her and your cock.

( laughs )
My cock will find a way.

Tell him. Is there any place
that my cock can't reach?

She'll tell me whatever
you pay her to tell me.

Daario Naharis, the whore
who doesn't like whores.

I like them very much.
I just refuse to pay them.

And I'm no whore, my friend.

She sells her sheath
and you sell your blade.

- What's the difference?
- I fight for beauty.

For beauty?

We fight for gold.

The gods gave men two gifts to
entertain ourselves before we die--

the thrill of fucking a woman
who wants to be fucked

and the thrill of killing
a man who wants to kill you.

You'll die young.

Prendahl: What do we do
about the dragon girl?

We can't beat 8,000 Unsullied
on the battlefield.

There won't be a battle. And we don't
have to deal with her eunuchs.

We only have to deal with her.

- She's well guarded.
- Mero: Tonight's a new moon.

One of us slips into her camp past
her Unsullied and her knights.

Which one of us?

Close your eyes, love.

Three coins.

A coin from Meereen,

a coin from Volantis,

and a coin from Braavos.

The Braavosi does the deed.

One for each of us, darling.

No peeking.

Do you hear me?

Follow my voice.
I'm right here.

You have something for me?

Valar morghulis.

( knock at door )

( sighs )

Lady Sansa.

You look very handsome,
my lord.

Oh, yes.

The husband of your dreams.

But you do look glorious.

Perhaps we could have
a moment alone.

Do you mind?

Podrick, could you escort
Lady Stark's handmaiden?

My lady,

I want you to know

I didn't ask for this.

I hope I will not
disappoint you, my lord.

No, don't.

You don't have to speak to me
as a prisoner anymore.

You won't be a prisoner
after today.

You'll be my wife.

I suppose that's a
different kind of prison.

I just wanted to say--

I'm just trying
to say very badly--

I just--

just want to say
I know how you feel.

I doubt that
very much, my lord.

You're right.

I have no idea how you feel.

And you have no idea
how I feel.

But I promise you
one thing, my lady.

I won't ever hurt you.

Do you drink wine?

When I have to.

Well, today you have to.

Margaery: You look
radiant, Your Grace.

Radiant?
Why radiant?

It's the word
that came to mind.

( chuckles )

We're going to be sisters soon.

We should be friends.

You're a musical girl,
aren't you?

I imagine you have
a lovely voice.

A better dancer than a
singer, I'm afraid.

Ah, but you know the song
"The Rains of Castamere"?

Of course. They play it
so often here at court.

So you know the story
of House Reyne of Castamere?

Not as well as you, I'm sure.

House Reyne
was a powerful family.

Very wealthy.

The second wealthiest
in Westeros.

Aren't the Tyrells the second
wealthiest family in Westeros now?

Of course, ambitious
climbers don't want to stop

on the second highest rung.

If only you could take
that final step,

you'd see further
than all the rest.

You'd be alone with nothing
but blue sky above you.

So Lord Reyne built a castle

as grand as Casterly Rock.

He gave his wife diamonds

larger than any
my mother ever wore.

And finally one day,

he rebelled against my father.

Do you know where
House Reyne is now?

Gone.

Gone.

A gentle word.

Why not say slaughtered?

Every man, woman, and child

put to the sword.

I remember seeing
their bodies hanging

high above the gates
of Casterly Rock.

My father let them rot
up there all summer.

It was a long summer.

"And now the rains
weep o'er their halls,

and not a soul to hear."

If you ever
call me sister again,

I'll have you strangled
in your sleep.

( doors open )

What are you doing?

Your father's gone.

As the father of the realm,

it is my duty to give you
away to your husband.

You may now cloak the bride

and bring her
under your protection.

( light laughter )

( snickers )

( laughter )

( laughter stops )

Could you...

Thank you.

Your Grace, Your Grace,

my lords, my ladies,

we stand here in the sight
of gods and men

to witness the union
of man and wife.

One flesh, one heart, one soul,

now and forever.

Have you ever seen one like it?

I've never seen anything
like any of this.

Not in my life.

It's shocking, isn't it,

the first time
you encounter real wealth?

When I was your age, I lived
on one bowl of stew a day.

And stew is a kind word for it.

In Flea Bottom we called
them bowls of brown.

We'd pretend that the meat
in them was chicken.

We knew it wasn't chicken.

( liquid pouring )

Here, taste this.

You think I'm trying
to poison you?

That's good.

That's really good.

Where do you think it's from?

I couldn't even guess.

Doesn't matter, does it?

It's the real thing
or it's not.

You only need a tongue
to tell the difference.

Go on, have some more.

You still don't trust it.

You think this is all a mistake

and that you'll have to pay
somehow for every bite you take.

That thought had
crossed my mind, yeah.

There are no mistakes.

Not for us.

I'm a mistake.

I'm only here because
my father grabbed my mother

instead of the girl
next to her in the tavern.

Your father chose your mother because
the Lord of Light willed it.

He willed it so you
could be here right now

with a power inside you

you can't even begin
to understand.

And He brought me here
to draw it from you

and birth it into the world.

We're both a part of His plan.

He wants this for us.

No, He demands this of us.

I don't understand.
This--

this doesn't seem
very religious.

According to whom?

The Silent Sisters?

With their stern looks,

muzzled mouths,
and dried-up cunts?

What have their gods
done for you?

Hmm?

When you pray to them,

what's their answer?

A god is real or he's not.

You only need eyes to see.

Death is coming
for everyone and everything.

A darkness that will
swallow the dawn.

And we can stop it, you and I.

( breathing heavily )

Let me show you
what you have inside you.

Come fight death with me.

( both moaning )

What are you doing?

You have to trust me.

What--?

Get it away.

Get it off me.

Don't fight, don't fight.
They won't take much.

Why are you doing this?

I told you there's power
in the blood of kings.

And you have so much blood.

No. No, no, no, no!

Not there.
Not there!

You can blame Ser Davos.

He didn't believe in
the power of king's blood.

He wanted a demonstration.

Gendry: Please.
Please, Your Grace.

My lord!

( cries out )

The usurper Robb Stark.

The usurper Balon Greyjoy.

The usurper Joffrey Baratheon.

- ( music playing )
- ( people chatting )

So their son
will be your nephew.

After you're wed
to Cersei, of course.

And you will be
the king's stepfather

and brother-in-law.

When you marry the king,

Joffrey's mother will
become his sister-in-law

and your son
will be Loras' nephew?

Grandson?
I'm not sure.

But your brother will become
your father-in-law.

That much is beyond dispute.

( snorts )

Will you pardon me, my lord?

Of course. Of course.
En-- enjoy.

Perhaps you could talk
to your bride-to-be instead.

I've got a lifetime for that.

Stay.

You seem rather drunk.

Rather less than I plan to be.

Isn't it a man's duty to be
drunk at his own wedding?

Tywin: This isn't
about your wedding.

Renly Baratheon had a wedding.

Your wife needs a child,

a Lannister child,
as soon as possible.

- And?
- If you're going to give her one,

you need to perform.

What did you once call me?

A drunken little
lust-filled beast.

- More than once.
- There you have it.

Nothing to worry about.

Drinking and lust,

no man can match me
in these things.

I am the god of tits and wine.

I shall build
a shrine to myself

at the next brothel I visit.

You can drink, you can joke,

you can engage
in juvenile attempts

to make your father
uncomfortable,

but you will do your duty.

Well...

My father once told me--

Nobody cares what
your father once told you.

Congratulations, my lady.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Well, you've done it.
You've married a Lannister.

Soon you'll have
a Lannister baby.

It's a dream come true
for you, isn't it?

What a glorious day.

Yes, Your Grace.

I suppose it doesn't
really matter

which Lannister
puts the baby into you.

Maybe I'll pay you
a visit tonight

after my uncle passes out.

How'd you like that?

You wouldn't?

That's all right. Ser Meryn and
Ser Boros will hold you down.

( claps )

Time for the bedding ceremony.

( cheering )

There will be
no bedding ceremony.

Where's your respect
for tradition, Uncle?

Come, everyone.

Pick her up and carry her
to her wedding bed.

Get rid of her gown. She won't
be needing it any longer.

Ladies, attend to my uncle.
He's not heavy.

There will be
no bedding ceremony.

There will be if I command it.

Then you'll be fucking
your own bride

with a wooden cock.

What did you say?

What did you say?!

I believe we can dispense
with the bedding, Your Grace.

I'm sure Tyrion did not mean
to threaten the king.

( laughs )

A bad joke, Your Grace.

Made out of envy
of your own royal manhood.

Mine is so small.

My poor wife won't
even know I'm there.

Your uncle is clearly
quite drunk, Your Grace.

Tyrion:
I am.

Guilty.

But--

but it is my wedding night.

My tiny drunk cock
and I have a job to do.

Come, wife.

I vomited on a girl once

in the middle of the act.

Not proud of it.

But I think honesty
is important

between a man and wife,
don't you agree?

Come, I'll tell you
all about it.

Put you in the mood.

Is that wise, my lord?

Tyrion, Sansa.

My name is Tyrion.

Is that wise, Tyrion?

Nothing was ever wiser.

Astoundingly long.

What?

Neck.

You have one.

How old are you exactly?

14.

Well, talk won't
make you any older.

My lord father has commanded me

to consummate this marriage.

Stop.

I can't.

I could, I won't.

But your father--

If my father wants
someone to get fucked,

I know where he can start.

I won't share your bed.

Not until you want me to.

What if I never want you to?

And so my watch begins.

( thuds )

- ( horse neighs )
- ( chatter )

19?

Yes, Your Grace.

How can anyone
speak 19 languages?

It only took Your Grace a year to
learn Dothraki reasonably well.

Yes, well, it was
either learn Dothraki

or grunt at my husband
and hope--

what do you mean
reasonably well?

Dothraki is difficult
for the mouth to master.

So guttural and harsh.

_

_

Athjahakar.

Athjahaka.

Ath-ja-hakar.

Athjahakar.

Well, I suppose
I'm a bit out of practice.

Your High Valyrian
is very good, Your Grace.

The gods could not devise
a more perfect tongue.

It is the only proper
language for poetry.

( Missandei gasps )

No screaming or she dies.

What do you want?

You.

Let her go.

Don't scream, lovely girl.

You were sent here to kill me?

( chuckles )

So why haven't you?

I don't want to.

What do your captains
have to say about that?

You should ask them.

Why?

We had philosophical
differences.

- Over what?
- Your beauty.

It meant more to me
than it did to them.

You're a strange man.

I'm the simplest man
you'll ever meet.

I only do what I want to do.

And this is supposed
to impress me?

Yes.

Why would I trust a man
who murders his comrades?

They ordered me to murder you.

I told them I preferred not to.

They told me I had no choice.

I told them
I am Daario Naharis.

I always have a choice.

They drew their swords

and I drew mine.

Will you fight for me?

Swear to me.

The Second Sons are yours
and so is Daario Naharis.

My sword is yours,
my life is yours,

my heart is yours.

( door opens )

( door closes )

You really ought to knock.

I brought your breakfast.

( door opens, closes )

( wind howling )

( baby fusses )

( cawing )

It's getting dark.

We could stay here
for the night.

( baby fussing )

( caws )

( wind howling )

( stones clacking )

How hard can it be
to build a fire?

It doesn't matter.

Come under the furs.
We can keep each other warm.

( baby fusses )

He winked at me before.

- I doubt it.
- I saw him wink at me.

He blinked.

I suppose it's a rather
philosophical difference

between a wink and a blink.

A what?

Well, I mean,
there's no real difference.

A wink is on purpose.

You thought of a name yet?

It would be easier to refer
to him if he had a name.

Sometimes do you talk fancy
on purpose to confuse me?

What? No.

This is just the way I talk.

I'll build that fire.

Don't you think
he should have a name?

I don't know many boys' names.

Let's see,

there's Duncan,

- Kevan, Jon...
- ( stones clacking )

Guymon,

Feldan, Tristifer.

Craster.

Uh, yes.

Maybe that's not--

Mormont.

That's a lovely idea,

but Mormont's a last name.

Why is it a last name?

Well, it's a family name.

For instance,
I'm Samwell Tarly.

Samwell is my birth name

and Tarly is my family name.

You see? So my father
is also a Tarly.

His name is Samwell Tarly, too?

No, Randyll Tarly.

Randyll is a handsome name.

Please don't name him Randyll.

Is your father cruel like mine?

( crows cawing )

Different manner of cruel.

Not Randyll, then.

( crows cawing loudly )

Don't.

Don't go out there.

I'll be back.

I just want to look.

( loud cawing continues )

Go inside.

Go back inside.
I'll--

- ( screeching )
- ( cawing stops )

( chittering )

It's come for the baby.

Stay back!

You stay back!

( baby crying )

No, you can't
have him! No!

No!

- ( shouting )
- ( screams )

( roaring )

( screeching )

( crows cawing )

( both panting )

( cawing )

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