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Game of Thrones - Season 5 Episode 04
"The Sons of the Harpy"

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Is that Estermont?

Tarth, Ser Jaime.

The sapphire isle.

Why are we on a merchant ship?

Why not a Lannister sails?

This ship sent to Old Town and

we'll get off here not
far from Sunspear.

Row ourselves to the
Dornish shores overnight.

Have you ever been in Dorne?

- No.
- I Have

The Dornish are crazy.

All they want to do is fight and fuck,

- fuck and fight.
- You should be happy to go back there.

There's nothing like a good fight
to get you in the mood for fucking.

And there's nothing like
a fuck mad Dornish girl

to clear your head for the next fight.

It's how the two work together.

Now we're gonna be doing a
lot of fighting I'm sure.

Well I am.

But I don't imagine we'll get
to stick around for the rest.

Not after we've kidnapped
their princess.

We're not kidnapping their princess,

We're rescuing my niece,
bringing her back to her family.

Your niece?

I've been doing this sort
of thing a long time.

I'm good at it.

- That's why you're here
- I know.

Why are you here?

Why not send 40 mercenaries?

...or an army?

Unlike most folks,
you've actually got one.

Because I do not
want to start a war.

That still doesn't explain
what you're doing here.

It has to be me.

If I'm putting something
like this together.

A one-handed man

who happens to be one of the most
recognizable faces in Westeros

- No...
- It has to be me.

You set your brother
free, didn't you...

I bet your sister didn't like that.

Varys, set him free.

Well...

If you ever see that wee little fucker,

give him my regards.

He murdered my father.

If I ever see him,
I'll split him in two.

And then I'll give him your regards.

The Iron Bank has called in 1/10th

of the Crown debts.

Given the expense of
rebuilding the royal

- roof...
- How much can the Crown afford?

With Winter coming...

half what they ask.

...maybe less.

You're Master of coin.
How do we pay them?

Well, House Tyrell
could front the money,

The Crown would pay
us back in time

or I'll have words
with my daughter.

You have already
given us too much.

No, we must arrange better
terms with the Iron Bank.

Absolutely.

In person.

Me?

We must send an envoy to the Iron
Bank, someone with importance

to show these bankers
our respect.

As the King's Master of Coin, I can
thinik of no one more qualified.

I would be honored, your Grace.

The Kings expressed concern about his
father in laws safety on this voyage.

He's ordered Ser Meryn...

to personally lead your escort.

A member of the Kings Guard?

- Please, I...
- Safe travels, Lord Tyrell.

Of course, of course...

I'll give your regards
to the Titan of Braavos.

The small council grows
smaller and smaller

Not small enough.

May I offer you some
wine, your holiness?

No.

The old High Septon would've
asked for the vintage.

I could say that our minds are
the temples to the Seven...

and should be kept clear.

But, truth is...

I don't like the taste.

How may I server you?

All over Westeros, we hear
of temples being burned...

Silence Sister's raped...

bodies of holy men
piled in the streets.

Wars teach people to
obey the sword...

not the Gods.

Perhaps the gods need
a sword of their own.

In the days before the
Targaryens, the faith militant

dispensed the justices
of the Seven.

The faith militant was dissolved
more than two centuries ago.

If I explain the holy
purpose to my son, the King

I have no doubt he will sign a decree,
arming the believers you feel worthy.

An army that defends the bodies
and souls of the common people?

An army in service to
the Gods themselves.

and to you, of course...

as the chosen representative
of the Seven.

An honor I never expected...

or a deed ever wished for.

And "why you were chosen.

You and I know both
how the world works.

Too often, the wicked
or the wealthiest

are beyond the reach of justice.

The King himself can't always
punish those who deserve it most.

All sinners are equal
before the gods.

What would you say if I told you of
a great sinner in our very midst

shielded by gold and privilege.

May the Father judge in justice.

Get up!

Help me! Help Me!

Get off me!

Shut up!

This is Lord Petyr
Baylish's establishment.

Cock Suck!

Boy Fucker!

You buggering filth!

There is a special place in the
Seventh Hell for your kind.

Please...

Please! I'll pay!

I... I'll pay all of you!

Yes you will.

Seize him.

Get your hands off of me!
-Sir Loras of House Tyrell...

you have broken the
laws of Gods and men.

Who do you think you are?

Justice.

Why is my brother in a cell?

I... I don't know.

I... I didn't do it.

We both know who did.

You told me she was
returning to Casterly Rock.

You say your mothers
behind this?

She's jealous you're
not hers anymore

aresting my brother
is her revenge.

Aren't you and mother
getting along?

Oh, my sweet...

Sweet King.

Do you have any affection
for me at all?

Of course I do

you're my Queen.

I can't bear to think that my brother
is locked in some grimy cell.

I'll set him free for you.

Do you promise?

I demand that Ser
Loras be freed, now.

Did I arrest him?

Well... no.

But, y-you armed the
faith militant.

You gave the High Sparrow an army!

I did.

And your wife has every
right to criticize.

We can not allow fanatics to
arrest the Queens brother

no matter his perversions.

Then...

Can I tell Margaery you'll
have Sir Loras released?

I told you, I'm not holding Sir Loras.

You're the King

I'm sure if you speak
to the High Sparrow,

he'll release the poor boy.

Halt!

His Holiness is praying.

He will not be disturbed.

Give the order, and we'll
clear out this rebel. .

You mean...

kill them?

Him? The Septon?

You'll be sending them to
meet the Gods that they love.

Bastard!

You are an abomination!

You're born of sin!

Filthy Bastard!

We'll find another way.

Abomination!

My Queen?

There was no way to free Ser
Loras without violence.

You're the King of the Andals.

The Lord of the Seven Kingdoms,
the Protector of the Realm.

And you let a band of fanatics
imprison your brother by law.

- I'm going to speak with the High Sparrow.
- Are you? When?

- I don't know...
- You don't know?

He was praying... just now.

I have to send word to Grandmother.

Will come back later?

I need to be with my
family, Your Grace.

Of course...

- You think highly of this boy?
- Good!

Lord Commander of
the Night's Watch.

It is a bastard by some tavern slut.

Perhaps.
But that wasn't Ned Starks way.

I should've given you a son.

- Not your fault
- Who's then?

I gave him nothing but weakness

and deformity.

Those scars mean nothing
to the Lord of Light.

My Lady.

Her father's the
Lords chosen King.

And her father's blood
runs through her veins.

You march on Winterfell soon?

We must.

To beat the Snow's.

Once before, you put your faith
in Ser Davos and left me behind.

I hope you won't make
that mistake again.

I won't.

I need you.

You only need faith, My King.

And you, my lady,
what do you need?

To serve my Lord.

Lord Ashford

Lady Caulfield

Lord Smallwood

- Never even heard of these people.
- They haven't heard of you either.

But we need men, and
they have some.

How many men does this, Lord
Mason, have to send us?

More than Lord Webbly.

- Not him.
- I know..

I'm sorry.
But we need men, and supplies, and

- Roose Bolton's the Warden of the North
- He murdered my brother.

We swore to be the
watcher's on the wall.

We can't watch the
wall with fifty men,

and we can't get more men without
help from the Warden of the North.

Apologies my lady.

Lord Commander.

How can I help you?

Come with us when we ride South.

None of us know the
castle as well as you do.

Its hidden tunnels...

its weaknesses, its people.

Winterfell was your home once,

don't you want to chase
the rats out of it?

Castle Black is my home now.

The Night's Watch take no part in
the wars of the Seven Kingdom's.

There's only one war.

Life against death.

Come...

Let me show you what
you're fighting for.

You gonna show me some
vision in the fire.

Forgive me my lady...

I don't trust in visions.

No visions.

No magic.

Just life...

Do you feel my heart beating?

This power in you...

you resisted, and that's your mistake.

Embrace it.

The Lord of Light made
us male and female.

Two parts of a greater whole.

You're not joining

this power.

The power to make life.

Power to make light.

And the power to cast shadows...

I don't think Stannis,
would like that very much.

Then we shouldn't tell.

I can't.

Why?

I swore a vow.

I loved another...

The Death don't need lovers,

only living.

I know...

but I still love her.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Are you lonely?

Just bored.

My father used to tell me that boredom
indicates a lack of inner resources.

Were you bored a lot too?

I know Castle Black...

- is no place for a child. But I...
- I like it!

I thought I'd be left at home.

I know mother didn't want to bring me.

Why'd you say that?

She told me, "I don't
want to bring you."

She shouldn't have said that.

Are you ashamed of me, father?

When you were an infant...

A Dornish trader
landed on Dragonstone.

His goods were junk, except for...
one wooden doll.

We even sowed a dress on it,
in the colors of our house.

No doubt you've heard of your birth.

And assumed new father's
were easy targets.

I still remember how you smiled when
I put that doll in your cradle,

and you pressed it to your cheek.

By the time we burned the
doll, it was too late.

I was told you would die,

or worse...

the grey scale would go slow.

That you'd grow just enough to know the
world before taking it away from you.

Everyone advised me to send
you to the ruins of Valirya

to live out your short
life with the Stone Men,

before the sickness spread
through the castle.

I told them all to go to hell.

I called in every maestro
on this side of the world.

Every Healer...

every Apothecary.

They stopped the disease
and saved your life.

Because you did not belong across the
world with the bloody Stone Men.

You are the Princess Shireen
of House Baratheon.

And you are my daughter.

I thought I might find you here.

Your Aunt Lyanna...

Father never talked about her.

Sometimes, I'd find him down
here lighting the candles.

They say she was beautiful.

I saw her once.

I was a boy, living with
your mother's family.

Lord Whent of the Great
Tourney at Arrenhal.

Everyone was there...

the Mad King,

your father,

Robert Baratheon,

and Lyanna.

She was already
promised to Robert.

You can imagine what it was like
for me, a boy from nowhere...

nothing to his name...

watching these legendary men

tilting of the lists.

The last two rider's were...

Barristan Selmy and Rheagar Targaryen.

When Rheagar won, everyone
cheered for their Prince.

I remember I was laughing when he took off
his helmet and they saw that silver hair.

How handsome he was.

Until he rode right past his wife,

Elia Martell,

and all the smiles died.

Never seen so many
people so quiet.

He rode past his wife

and he laid a crown with
winter roses in Lyanna's lap.

Blue was frost.

How many tens of thousands had to die
because Rheagar chose your aunt?

Yes... he chose them,

and then kidnapped
her, and raped her.

Come

Let's speak somewhere
the dead can't hear us.

Dressed for riding...

I am.

Where are you going?

King's Landing.

King's Landing?

Cersei sent for me.

We mustn't let her
sniff out any trouble.

You can't leave me here!

You know how hard it is to get with
people you despise, believe me.

But it won't be for long.

How do you know?

Stannis Baratheon garrisons
the Castle Black.

He'll march South to King's Landing
before the Winter snow block his way.

But first,

he has to take Winterfell.

You don't konw that.

I do.

Once he liberates these
lands from the Bolton's,

he'll rally your fathers
bannermen to his cause

with the North behind them.

Stannis can finally
take the Iron Throne.

You think he'll
defeat the Bolton's?

He has a larger army,

and the finest military
commander in Westeros.

A betting man, would put
his money on Stannis.

As it happens, I
am a betting man.

And if you're right?

Stannis takes Winterfell,

he rescues you from the most
despised family in the North.

Grateful for your late father's
courageous support of his claim...

he names you...
Wardeness of the North.

But I...

I wouldn't...

Wardeness of the North?

You are the last surviving Stark.

He needs you.

And what if you're wrong?
What if Stannis never attacked Winterfell

or he does, and the
Bolton's defeat him?

Then you will take this Bolton boy,
Ramses, and make him yours.

- I don't know how to do that.
- Of course you do.

He's already fallen for you.

His father frightens me.

And he should...

he's a dangerous man.

But even the most dangerous
men, can be outmaneuvered.

And you've learned to
manouver from the very best.

I'll return before too long.

You be strong, without me.

The North will be yours.

Do you believe me?

I expect I'll be a married
woman by the time you return.

Breakfast?

That would've been
a shit way to die.

As far as I've seen, they're
all shit ways to die.

Aye.

But your lot have to give
the singers a good ending.

I don't care what's sung
about me when I'm dead.

No?

Two knights, off to
rescue a princess...

- sounds like a good song to me.
- Sounds like all the rest.

What about you?

What shit way would you choose?

In my own Keep,
drinking my own wine.

Watching my son's
grovel for a fortune.

How disappointing...

I thought you'd have something
more exciting planned.

I've had an exciting life...

I want my death to be boring.

And how do you want to go?

In the arms of the woman I love.

She want the same thing?

Let's go.

The captain of that ship...

- what was he, Braavosi?
- Pentosi?.

- and he's headed to Old Town?
- As I said...

Why?

What's to stop him from
ducking down the coast...

I tell the locals that Jaime
Lannister's in Dorne?

A bag of gold.

I'm not sure you understand how much people
hate your family in this part of the world.

It was a heavy bag.

And I bet he swore all
kinds of oaths to get it.

But you won't be around if he breaks it.

- How many do you count?
- Four.

And how many do you think you can take?

One... if he's slow.

Fucked in the ass.

Morning lads!

Glad we found you.

Who are you?

Cooper.

And this is Darnell.

- You're from King's Landing?
- Accent gave me away.

Flea Bottom.
Whelped and whipped.

Why are you here?

Our ship capsized in the night.
We managed to swim ashore.

It's a near thing, really...

Thought the sharks would get us.

There are no sharks in Dorne.

I could've sworn those
were shark fins.

Dolphin's, maybe.

Throw your sword in the sand!

Boys, there's no need for this.

Just point us in the right direction,
and we'll find our way home.

Swords in the sand, now!

That one should be slow enough.

Nice move.

...Luck!

You had a wonderful teacher.

I always wanted a
Dornish stallion.

Beasts can run a day and
night without tiring.

We'll ride to the Water Garden's
with a nice breeze in our face.

But first, we need to
bury these bodies.

Birds have to eat too.

Corpses raise questions, questions raise armies.

We're not here to start a war.

Do you know how long it will
take us to dig all those hole's?

I can't dig very well with one hand.

Not at all, really.

Momma.

- Nym... Obara
- Will it be war?

Prince Doran will weep for
your father, but nothing else.

We must avenge Oberyn ourselves.

Without Doran, we have no army to
march against the Lannister's.

We don't need an
army to start a war.

Queen Cersei loves her children...

- ...and we have one of them.
- We may have a problem.

A ship's captain, who found
me at Planky Town, claiming

he had information to sell.

He told me he smuggled Jaime
Lannister into Dorne.

He's come for Myrcella.

If he gets to her before we do, we
lose our only chance for revenge.

You must choose...

Doran's way and peace,

or my way...

and war.

I'm with you. Always.

Nym?

Obara?

When I was a child, Oberyn
came to take me to court.

I'd never seen this man, and yet
he called himself my father.

My mother wept, said
I was too young,

and a girl.

Oberyn tossed his spear
at my feet and said

"Girl or boy, we
fight our battles.

But the God's let us
choose our weapons."

My father pointed to the spear,

then to my mother's tears.

I made my choice long ago.

Thank you.

Who are you?

Your capture.

Do you have wine?

No.

I can't sleep without wine.

Then stay awake.

You're going the wrong way.

My sister's in Westeros.

Westeros... is West!

We're heading East...

I'm not taking you
to your sister.

You said you were
taking me to the Queen.

I am.

Queen Daenerys Targaryen.

She's the Queen I serve.

What a waste of a
good kidnapping.

So happens I was
heading there myself!

What business would you
have with the Queen?

Gold and glory?

Oh, and hate.

If you've ever met my
sister, you'd understand.

So...

now that it's clear
we're on the same side.

A high born knight from
the North of Westeros,

down on his luck in Essos.

Dragon epaulettes?

Bear sigil breast fit.

You're Jorah Mormont.

I have to ask...

how, exactly, were you
serving your Queen

in a whore house,
half a world away?

Is it possible, that
you were running?

Why would you be running?

And why would she
have sent you away?

Oh, wait!

You were spying on
her, weren't you?

It's all coming back to me!

I was drunk through most of the small
council meetings, but it's all coming back

You passed notes to
Varys' little birds.

She found out, didn't she?

Found out, and exiled you.

And now you hope to win
back her favor with a gift.

A risky scheme...

one might even say, desperate.

Do you think Daenerys would
execute me, and pardon you?

I'd say the reverse
is just as likely.

Everyone looks happy
enough from up here.

What?

I was thinking of all the
times your brother made me

go with him down from the Red Keep,
into the streets of King's Landing.

- Why?
- He liked to walk among the people,

he liked to sing to them.

- He sang to them?
- Yes. (laughs)

Rhaegar would take a
spot on the hook

or ithe street of seeds...
and then he'd sang.

Just like all the
other minstrels.

- And what did you do?
- I made sure no one killed him.

And... I collected the money.

Well... he liked to see
how much he could make.

- He was good?
- He was very good.

Viserys never told you?

He told me Rhaegar was
good at killing people.

Rhaegar never liked killing...

he loved to sing.

And what did you
do with the money?

Well, one time, we gave it to the
next minstrel down the street.

One time, he gave it to an
orphanage in Flea Bottom.

One time...

he got horribly drunk.

Your Grace.

Hizdahr is here, waiting
in the audience chamber.

How many others are there?

Fifty... a hundred.

Will you be joining
us, Ser Barristan?

I... think I can protect
you from Hizdhar Zo Loraq.

I think I can protect me
from Hizdhar Zo Loraq.

Go, Ser Barristan.

Sing a song for me.

Your Grace.

All men must die.

- But not all can die in glory.
- Glory?

Why else do men fight?

Why did your ancestors cross the Narrow
Sea and conquer the Seven Kingdoms?

So their names would live on.

Those who find victory in the fighting
pits, will never become kings...

but their names will live on.

It's the best chance
they'll ever have.

Is that what you used to tell men
before you set them to

butchering each other for sport?

His Grace, today is the traditional
start of the fighting season.

I do not recognize this tradition.

Traditions, are the only thing
that will hold this city...

your city, together.

Without them, former slaves and former
masters have nothing in common.

Nothing but centuries of mistrust and resentment.

I can't promise this is the
answer to all our problems...

...but it's a start.

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