All language subtitles for Game of Thrones - S07E02 - HDTV

On a night like this,
you came into the world.

I remember that storm.

All the dogs in King's Landing

howled through the night.

I wish I could remember it.

I always thought this
would be a homecoming.

Doesn't feel like home.

We won't stay on Dragonstone for long.

Good.

Not so many lions.

Cersei controls fewer
than half the Seven Kingdoms.

The lords of Westeros despise her.

Even before your arrival,
they plotted against her.

- Now...
- They cry out for their true queen?

They drink secret toasts to my health?

People used to tell my
brother that sort of thing,

and he was stupid
enough to believe them.

If Viserys had three dragons
and an army at his back,

he'd have invaded
King's Landing already.

Conquering Westeros
would be easy for you.

But you're not here to
be queen of the ashes.

No.

We can take the Seven Kingdoms

without turning it
into a slaughterhouse.

If the great houses support
your claim against Cersei,

the game is won.

With the Tyrell army and
the Dornish on our side,

we have powerful allies in the south.

I never properly thanked you for that.

They joined our side, my queen,

because they believe in you.

You served my father,
didn't you, Lord Varys?

I did.

And then you served the
man who overthrew him.

I had a choice, Your Grace...

serve Robert Baratheon or
face the headman's axe.

But you didn't serve him long.

You turned against him.

Robert was an improvement
on your father, to be sure.

There have been few rulers in history

as cruel as the Mad King.

Robert was neither mad nor cruel.

He simply had no interest in being king.

So you took it upon yourself
to find a better one.

Your Grace,

when I was ready to drink
myself into a small coffin,

Lord Varys told me about a
queen in the east who...

Before I came to power,
you favored my brother.

All your spies, your little birds,

did they tell you Viserys was
cruel, stupid, and weak?

Would those qualities have made for a
good king in your learned opinion?

Until your marriage to
Khal Drogo, Your Grace,

I knew nothing about
you, save your existence

and that you were said to be beautiful.

So you and your friends traded me
like a prized horse to the Dothraki.

Which you turned to your advantage.

Who gave the order to kill me?

King Robert.

Who hired the assassins?

Who sent word to Essos to
murder Daenerys Targaryen?

Your Grace, I did what
had to be done to...

To keep yourself alive.

Lord Varys has proven
himself a loyal servant.

Proven himself loyal?
Quite the opposite.

If he dislikes one monarch, he
conspires to crown the next one.

What kind of a servant is that?

The kind the realm needs.

Incompetence should not be
rewarded with blind loyalty.

As long as I have my
eyes, I'll use them.

I wasn't born into a great house.

I came from nothing.

I was sold as a slave and
carved up as an offering.

When I was a child, I lived in
alleys, gutters, abandoned houses.

You wish to know where
my true loyalties lie?

Not with any king or queen,
but with the people.

The people who suffer under despots
and prosper under just rule.

The people whose hearts you aim to win.

If you demand blind allegiance,

I respect your wishes.

Grey Worm can behead me or
your dragons can devour me.

But if you let me live,
I will serve you well.

I will dedicate myself to
seeing you on the Iron Throne

because I choose you.

Because I know the people have
no better chance than you.

Swear this to me, Varys.

If you ever think I'm
failing the people,

you won't conspire behind my back.

You'll look me in the eye
as you have done today,

and you'll tell me how I'm failing them.

I swear it, my queen.

And I swear this... if
you ever betray me,

I'll burn you alive.

I would expect nothing less
from the Mother of Dragons.

Forgive me, my queen.

A red priestess from As'shai
has come to see you.

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She once served another who
wanted the Iron Throne.

It didn't end well for
Stannis Baratheon, did it?

No, it didn't.

You chose an auspicious day
to arrive at Dragonstone.

We've just decided to pardon those

who once served the wrong king.

The Lord of Light doesn't have many
followers in Westeros, does he?

Not yet, but even those who
don't worship the Lord

can serve his cause.

What does your lord expect from me?

"The prince who was promised
will bring the dawn."

I'm afraid I'm not a prince.

Your Grace, forgive me,

but your translation
is not quite accurate.

That noun has no gender
in High Valyrian,

so the proper translation
for that prophecy would be,

"The prince or princess who was
promised will bring the dawn."

Doesn't really roll off
the tongue, does it?

No, but I like it better.

And you believe this
prophecy refers to me?

Prophecies are dangerous things.

I believe you have a role to play.

As does another...

the King in the North, Jon Snow.

Jon Snow?

- Ned Stark's bastard?
- You know him?

I travelled with him to the Wall
when he joined the Night's Watch.

And why do you think the Lord of
Light singled out this Jon Snow?

Aside from the visions you've
seen in the flames, that is.

As Lord Commander of the Night's Watch,

he allowed the wildlings
south of the Wall

to protect them from grave danger.

As King in the North,

he has united those wildlings
with the Northern houses,

so together they may
face their common enemy.

He sounds like quite a man.

Summon Jon Snow.

Let him stand before you

and tell you the things
that have happened to him,

the things that he has
seen with his own eyes.

I can't speak to prophecies

or visions in the flames,

but I like Jon Snow and I trusted him.

And I am an excellent
judge of character.

If he does rule the North,

he would make a valuable ally.

The Lannisters executed his father

and conspired to murder his brother.

Jon Snow has even more reason
to hate Cersei than you do.

Very well.

Send a raven north.

Tell Jon Snow that his queen

invites him to come to Dragonstone...

and bend the knee.

Gather round. Come here.

You think it's really Tyrion?

It could be someone trying
to lure you into a trap.

Read the last bit.

"All dwarves are bastards
in their father's eyes."

What does that mean?

It's something he said to
me the first night we met.

You know him better than any of us.

What do you think?

Tyrion's not like the other Lannisters.

He was always kind to me,
but it's too great a risk.

"The Seven Kingdoms will bleed

as long as Cersei sits
on the Iron Throne.

Join us.

Together, we can end her tyranny."

Sounds like a charmer.

Of course, the casual mention
of a Dothraki horde,

a legion of Unsullied,
and three dragons...

a bit less charming.

What?

Fire kills wights, you told me.

What breathes fire?

You're not suggesting Jon meet with her?

- No, too dangerous.
- But?

But if the Army of the Dead
makes it past the Wall,

do we have enough men to fight them?

If the Mad King's daughter
takes the Iron Throne,

she'll destroy the realm as we know it.

Some of you are bannermen
of House Tyrell.

But House Tyrell is in open
rebellion against the crown.

With their help, the Mad King's daughter

has ferried an army of
savages to our shores...

mindless Unsullied soldiers who will
destroy your castles and your holdfasts,

Dothraki heathens who will burn
your villages to the ground,

rape and enslave your women,

and butcher your children
without a second thought.

This is how Olenna Tyrell rewards
centuries of service and loyalty.

You all remember the Mad King.

You remember the horrors he
inflicted upon his people.

His daughter is no different.

In Essos, her brutality
is already legendary.

She crucified hundreds of
noblemen in Slaver's Bay.

And when she grew bored of that,

she fed them to her dragons.

It is my solemn duty to protect
the people, and I will.

But I need your help, my lords.

We must stand together, all of us...

if we hope to stop her.

She has three full-grown
dragons, Your Grace.

The same as Aegon when he conquered

the Seven Kingdoms.

How do you propose to stop them?

We are currently at work
on a solution, my lord.

Lord Tarly.

Ser Jaime.

I believe you know my son.

Ser Jaime.

Rickard, isn't it?

Dickon.

That's it.

Thank you for coming.

The other lords of the Reach look to
you for guidance, now more than ever.

They might not have come if you hadn't.

If my queen summons me,
I answer the call.

And I've heard what she
does to those who defy her.

You ride for Horn Hill today?

I have an army to mobilize.

Won't be long before
the fighting starts.

And which side will you be fighting for?

You were the only man to defeat
Robert Baratheon in battle.

Not even Rhaegar
Targaryen could do that.

It's a long ride back to the
Reach, Ser Jaime. How may I serve?

I want you to be my ranking
general in the wars to come.

I want you to swear allegiance to Cersei

and I want you to help
me destroy her enemies.

All her enemies.

Including Olenna Tyrell.

I'm a Tarly.

That name means something.

We're not oathbreakers.
We're not schemers.

We don't stab our rivals in the back

or cut their throats at weddings.

I swore an oath to House Tyrell.

You swore an oath to the
crown as well, Lord Tarly.

I've known Olenna since I was a child.

She was a great woman once.

Now she's broken.

She wants revenge so badly,

she brought the Dothraki to our shores.

The Dothraki in Westeros for
the first time in history.

I know you don't like my sister,

but you have to make a choice.

Do you fight with us

or with foreign savages and eunuchs?

When the war is won,

the queen will need a new
Warden of the South.

I can think of no better man

than Randyll Tarly.

The infection
has spread too far.

You should have cut off your arm
the moment you were touched.

How long?

It'll be years before it kills you.

Could be 10.

Could be 20.

But how long until...?

Your mind?

Six months, maybe fewer.

Um...

Pardon, Archmaester.

I met Stannis Baratheon's
daughter at Castle Black.

She had the greyscale as
a baby and was cured.

- No.
- Isn't there some way...

Does this look
like a baby to you?

- No.
- Have you studied

the varying rates of
greyscale progression

in infants and fully grown men?

No.

Maester Cressen discovered

Shireen Baratheon's
affliction immediately.

This is quite advanced.

And beyond our skills, ser.

Were you a commoner, I'd have
you shipped to Valyria at once

to live out your life
with the stone men.

As an anointed knight, I'll
allow you one more day.

How you choose to spend
that time is up to you.

Come, Samwell.

Should we send word to
your family, Ser...?

Jorah.

Jorah Mormont.

Mormont?

There's no need.

I've been dead to them for years.

Come, Samwell!

Have you ever been
down here, Your Grace?

No, I can't say I have.

I haven't seen these since Robert had
them removed from the throne room.

Curious that King Robert did
not have them destroyed.

They were his trophies.

He couldn't keep them around.

They would have made him look small.

Sometimes he would come
down here and look at them.

I believe he brought his
whores on occasion.

Balerion the Dread.

The beast that Aegon
rode across the sea.

His flames forged the Iron Throne

and brought the Seven Kingdoms to heel.

Powerful...

but not invincible.

Apparently, one of Daenerys's dragons

was wounded by spears in the
fighting pits of Meereen.

And if they can be wounded,

they can be killed.

The finest artillators and
blacksmiths in King's Landing

have been laboring day
and night, Your Grace.

If you'll kindly pull that lever.

If you want the
Iron Throne, take it.

We have an army, a fleet,
and three dragons.

We should hit King's Landing now,
hard, with everything we have.

The city will fall within a day.

If we turn the dragons loose, tens of
thousands will die in the firestorms.

It's called war.

You don't have the stomach for
it, scurry back into hiding.

I know how you wage war.

We don't poison little girls here.

Myrcella was innocent.

She was a Lannister.

There are no innocent Lannisters.

My greatest regret is that
Oberyn died fighting for you.

That's enough.

Lord Tyrion is Hand of the Queen.

You will treat him with respect.

I am not here to be queen of the ashes.

That's very nice to hear.

Of course, I can't remember a queen

who was better loved
than my granddaughter.

The common people loved her.

The nobles loved her.

And what is left of her now?

Ashes.

Commoners, nobles,

they're all just children, really.

They won't obey you
unless they fear you.

I'm grateful to you, Lady
Olenna, for your counsel.

I'm grateful to all of you.

But you have chosen to follow me.

I will not attack King's Landing.

We will not attack King's Landing.

Then how do you mean to
take the Iron Throne?

By asking nicely?

We will lay siege to the capital,

surrounding the city on all sides.

Cersei will have the Iron Throne,

but no food for her army or the people.

But we won't use Dothraki and Unsullied.

Cersei will try to rally
the lords of Westeros

by appealing to their loyalty,

their love for their country.

If we besiege the city with foreigners,

we prove her point.

Our army should be Westerosi.

And I suppose we're
providing the Westerosi?

You are.

Lady Greyjoy will escort
you home to Sunspear.

And her Iron Fleet will
ferry the Dornish army

back up to King's Landing.

The Dornish will lay
siege to the capital

alongside the Tyrell army.

Two great kingdoms
united against Cersei.

So, your master plan
is to use our armies.

Forgive me for asking, but why did
you bother to bring your own?

The Unsullied will have
another objective.

For decades, House Lannister has
been the true power in Westeros.

And the seat of that
power is Casterly Rock.

Grey Worm and the Unsullied

will sail for the Rock and take it.

Do I have your support?

You have mine.

Dorne is with you, Your Grace.

Thank you all.

Lady Olenna, may I speak with you alone?

I realize you're here out of hatred
for Cersei and not love for me.

But I swear to you, she will
pay for what she's done.

And we will bring peace
back to Westeros.

Peace?

Do you think that's what
we had under your father?

Or his father? Or his?

Peace never lasts, my dear.

Will you take a bit of
advice from an old woman?

He's a clever man, your Hand.

I've known a great many clever men.

I've outlived them all.

You know why?

I ignored them.

The lords of Westeros are sheep.

Are you a sheep?

No.

You're a dragon.

Be a dragon.

Mají.

You leave tomorrow.

Were you going to say goodbye?

I will see you when I return.

But you don't know when that will be.

No one knows.

I wish you good fortune.

Missandei.

It is hard for me to say goodbye to you.

Why?

You know why.

I don't.

Y-you are my weakness.

That's what I am?

Your weakness?

When Unsullied are young, the
masters learn their fears.

One boy is scared of dogs,

one boy hates high places,

one is frightened of the ocean.

They make the boy sleep with dogs

or climb a cliff.

They throw him in the water.

If he learns to swim, good.

If he drowns, good.

Either way, strong Unsullied.

But I had no fears.

I was never the biggest,
never the strongest...

but I was bravest, always.

- I believe it.
- Until...

I meet Missandei from the Isle of Naath.

Now I have fear.

I do, too.

No.

I want to see you.

Please.

Might be useful.

Ch'Vyalthan was a dreadful writer,

but an excellent researcher.

- Archmaester, I wondered if I...
- And this one.

Maester Faull was quite the opposite...

a brilliant stylist who invented
half the stories he tells.

Um, I wanted to ask you...

If you're going to write
histories, Tarly,

you have to do the research.

If you want people to
read your histories,

you need a bit of style.

I'm not writing "A Chronicle of the Wars

Following the Death of King Robert I"

so it can sit on a shelf unread.

What? You don't like the title?

What would you call it, then?

Mm, possibly something
a bit more poetic?

We're not poets, Tarly.

Um, Archmaester, if I
could just have a moment.

This is your moment.

Use it wisely.

I may have found a way
to treat Ser Jorah.

There are two recorded cases

of advanced greyscale being cured.

I found the procedure in
the study of rare diseases

by Archmaester Pylos.

I'm familiar with Archmaester Pylos

and his study of rare diseases.

- Oh, you are?
- Yes.

And shall I tell you how he died?

From greyscale.

- Oh.
- The procedure's far too dangerous,

which is why it's now forbidden.

Hello.

What are you doing?

You're Jorah Mormont,

the only son of Jeor Mormont.

My name is Samwell Tarly,

Sworn Brother of the Night's Watch,

training to serve as
maester at Castle Black.

I knew your father.

I was with him when he died.

You are not dying today, Ser Jorah.

Drink this.

- What is it?
- Rum.

Drink it all, please. I'm
afraid this is going to hurt.

If you could take off your shirt.

If you wouldn't mind, bite down hard.

I'm sorry, but no one knows I'm here,

and if they hear you screaming,
then we're both finished.

Have you ever done this before?

No.

But no one else will try it,
so I'm the best you've got.

Have a seat.

I'm going to have to remove the entire
upper layer of infected tissue,

then apply a medicinal
ointment to the...

Shh, shh!

Shh.

Again, I'm sorry,

but please try not to scream.

They say her dragons are
bigger than Aegon's.

Horseshit. Cersei's just
trying to frighten us.

I hope it's true.

If she lays siege to King's
Landing, prices will triple.

As long as we get back
there before they start.

One more round. It's a long ride.

Arry!

Hello, Hot Pie.

Sit down.

Who's that for?

Mm. This is good.

You think so?

The secret is browning the
butter before making the dough.

Most people don't do that 'cause
it takes up too much time.

Mm, I didn't do that.

You've been making pies?

One or two.

I can't believe you're here.

Did you meet the big lady?

- Big lady?
- The lady knight?

You know, I figured she was a
knight 'cause she had armor on.

She was looking for your sister,
but I told her about you.

Did she ever find you?

She found me.

What happened to you, Arry?

You got any ale?

- Where you heading?
- King's Landing.

- Why?
- Heard Cersei's queen now.

Heard she blew up the Great Sept.

That must have been something to see.

- Boom.
- Mm.

I can't believe someone would do that.

Cersei would do that.

I thought you'd be
heading for Winterfell.

Why would I go there?
The Boltons have it.

No, the Boltons are dead.

What?

Jon Snow came down from Castle
Black with a wildling army

and won the Battle of the Bastards.

He's King of the North now.

You're lying.

Why would I lie about that?

He's your brother, right?

Thanks for the pie.

Friends don't pay.

Can't believe I thought you were a boy.

You're pretty.

Thanks.

Take care of yourself, Hot Pie.

Try not to get killed.

Ah, I won't.

I'm like you, Arry.

I'm a survivor.

200 miles to King's Landing.

One bottle of rum. You
think we'll make it?

Come in.

A raven, my king, from the Citadel.

This message was sent
to me by Samwell Tarly.

He was my brother at the Night's Watch,

a man I trust as much as
anyone in this world.

He's discovered proof that Dragonstone

sits on a mountain of dragonglass.

I received this a few days ago

from Dragonstone.

It was sent to me by Tyrion Lannister.

He is now Hand of the Queen
to Daenerys Targaryen.

She intends to take the Iron
Throne from Cersei Lannister.

She has a powerful army at her back

and, if this message is to be believed,

three dragons.

Lord Tyrion has
invited me to Dragonstone

to meet with Daenerys.

And I'm going to accept.

Accept?!

We need this dragonglass, my lords!

We know that dragonglass can destroy

both white walkers and their army.

We need to mine it and
turn it into weapons.

But more importantly, we need allies!

The Night King's army
grows larger by the day.

We can't defeat them on our own.

We don't have the numbers.

Daenerys has her own army
and she has dragonfire.

I need to try and persuade
her to fight with us.

Ser Davos and I will ride
for White Harbor tomorrow,

then sail for Dragonstone.

Have you forgotten what
happened to our grandfather?

The Mad King invited
him to King's Landing

- and roasted him alive.
- I know that.

She is here to reclaim the Iron
Throne and the Seven Kingdoms.

The North is one of
those seven kingdoms.

This isn't an invitation; it's a trap.

It could be, but I don't
believe Tyrion would do that.

You know him. He's a good man.

Your Grace, with respect, I
must agree with Lady Sansa.

I remember the Mad King all too well.

A Targaryen cannot be trusted.

- Nor can a Lannister.
- Yeah!

Aye. We called your brother king.

And then he rode south
and lost his kingdom.

Winter is here, Your Grace.

We need the King in the
North in the North.

Aye!

You all crowned me your king.

I never wanted it.

I never asked for it.

But I accepted it because
the North is my home.

It's part of me, and I will
never stop fighting for it,

no matter the odds.

But the odds are against us.

None of you have seen the Army
of the Dead. None of you.

We can never hope to defeat them alone.

We need allies, powerful allies.

I know it's a risk.

But I have to take it.

Then send an emissary.
Don't go yourself.

Daenerys is a queen.

Only a king can convince her to help us.

It has to be me.

You're abandoning your people!

You're abandoning your home.

I'm leaving both in good hands.

- Whose?
- Yours.

You are my sister.

You're the only Stark in Winterfell.

Until I return, the North is yours.

I delivered
his bones myself.

Presented them to Lady Catelyn

as a gesture of goodwill
from Tyrion Lannister.

Seems like a lifetime ago.

Do give Lord Tyrion my
best when you see him.

I was sorry when he died.

Your father and I had our differences,
but he loved Cat very much.

So did I.

She wasn't fond of you, was she?

Well, it appears she
vastly underestimated you.

Your father and brothers are gone,

yet here you stand, King in the North.

Last best hope against the coming storm.

You don't belong down here.

Forgive me.

We haven't ever talked... properly.

I wanted to remedy that.

I have nothing to say to you.

Not even "thank you"?

If it weren't for me, you'd have been
slaughtered on that battlefield.

You have many enemies, my king, but I
swear to you, I'm not one of them.

I love Sansa,

as I loved her mother.

Touch my sister, and
I'll kill you myself.

- Ready?
- Ready?

Ready!

Come on.

- Yah!
- Come on!

Nymeria?

Nymeria, it's me, Arya.

I'm heading north, girl.

Back to Winterfell. I'm
finally going home.

Come with me.

Come with me.

That's not you.

You can't have them all.
It's not fair.

I'm oldest.

Mama will want Cersei for herself.

She's not my mama.

You can have Cersei.

I want the Mountain.

The Mountain killed Father.

He'll crush you with one hand.

Father got careless.
That's what Mama says.

Will you shut up about Mama?

"Mama, Mama, Mama."

Maybe I'll kill you both
before we take King's Landing.

And then I won't have to share.

"Mama!"

How can you drink this piss?

When we reach Sunspear,

I'll treat you to a Dornish red.

The best in the world.

Have you ever been to Dorne?

A few times.

Never stayed long.

A boy in every port?

A boy, a girl.

Depends on the port.

Could we get some more?

I thought it wasn't for you.

I'm developing a taste for it.

- He's not your servant.
- It's fine.

So, you're going to be
Queen of the Iron Islands.

Once I kill my uncle.

And what will you be, handsome?

Whatever my queen commands.

He'll be my advisor, my protector.

Oh, I see.

Your protector.

So, if someone gets too close to you...

He might have to intervene.

To hold that person back.

Until they've made their
intentions known.

Why are you standing all
the way over there, then?

A foreign invasion is underway.

Leave him be.

Seems like you don't need a protector.

Stay here.

We're under attack!

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Euron.

You mother's below deck. Keep her safe.

Aah!

Yah!

Aah!

Yah!

Kill us.

Get it over with.

Give your uncle a kiss.

Little Theon!

Ah, come on, you cockless coward.

I have her.

Come and get her.