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Game of Thrones S07E043 "The Spoils of War"
Hold that wagon!
You've just won the biggest prize in the world.
What could you possibly have to be upset about?
Come on, you can tell me.
Queen of Thorns give you one last prick in the balls before saying goodbye?
I'll save my confessions for the High Septon.
-There is no more High Septon. -No, there isn't, is there?
There is still the question of my prize.
That's a lot of money I just gave you.
It's not a castle.
How about that one? It's available.
You don't want Highgarden.
-I beg to differ. -We are at war.
Daenerys Targaryen can come and take it back the day after you move in.
Besides, think of the upkeep.
The more you own, the more it weighs you down.
That's why you're so fucking glum, eh?
All your new riches weighing you down?
Come on!
They're not mine. It all belongs to the Iron Bank.
See?
-We pay our debts. -Right, just not to me.
Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, formerly of ...
whatever nameless shitkeep you're from
with a saddle bag full of gold, complaining about not getting paid.
When we win this war, all the castles in the Seven Kingdom will be yours to choose from
with no one left to take it away from you
Yes, I'm sure Queen Cersei's reign will be quiet and peaceful.
-Stranger things have happened. -Like what?
The graineries are being emptied and loaded into wagons, my lord.
And the current harvest?
We have teams of men collecting it. From all the farms in the Reach.
Ser Bronn, will you accompany the Tarly's
and help them accelarate this process?
I'm not much for shoveling wheat.
No, but motivating reluctant farmers to hand over their harvest,
I bet you're going to have a real talent for that.
My Lord.
My Lord.
My Lord.
I must say I don't think the iron Bank
has ever had a debt of this magnitude
repaid in a single installment.
I always considered your father a very effective and efficient man,
but you appear to be redefining those terms entirely.
You're too kind, my Lord.
I'm neither kind, nor lord, your grace.
I'm merely an instrument of the institution I represent.
It's well-being is a matter of arithmetic, not sentiment.
And the current arithmetic is outstanding.
-The gold ... -is on it's way.
My brother is supervising it's transportation himself.
Some of the Iron Bank will be disappointed.
They've grown rather font of your interest payments.
We must **** a way to raise their spirits.
Yes, perhaps we could be of assistance in some current venture.
My only venture at this moment
is reestablishing control over this continent
and every person on it.
I see a great deal of potential in that venture.
I imagine it will require outside investment.
It will, indeed.
I need to expand my armies, my navies.
My Hand, Qyburn,
has made overtures to the Golden Company in Essos.
I know them well.
They've helped us recover significant sums
from parties who'd fallen ***********
It's good to hear.
I too, would like them to recover some things that belong to me.
Rest assured, your Grace,
you can count on the Iron Bank's support.
As soos as the gold arrives.
This is for you.
The las man who wielded it meant to cut your throat,
but your mother fought him off.
The other dagger,
the one that took her life,
I would have stopped that dagger with my own heart
If I could have.
I wasn't there for her when she needed me most.
But I'm here for her now
to do what she would have done,
to protect her children.
Anything I can do for you, Brandon,
you need only ask.
Do you know who this belonged to?
No.
That very question was what started the war of the Five Kings.
In a way that dagger made you what you are today.
Forced from your home, driven out to the wilds beyond the wall.
I imagine you've seen things
most men wouldn't believe.
To go through all that, and make your way home again
only to find such chaos in the world,
-I can only imagine--- -Chaos is a ladder.
I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Lord Stark.
I'm not Lord Stark.
What is that?
Maester Wolken built it for me. So I can move around more easily.
It's a very good idea.
You're leaving.
I don't want to leave you, but when ...
When they come, I need to be with my family.
And you're safe.
Safe as anyone can be now.
You don't need me anymore.
No, I don't.
That's all you've got to say?
Thank you.
Thank you?!
For helping me.
My brother died for you.
Hodor and Summer died for you.
I almost died for you.
Bran ...
I'm not, really.
Not anymore.
I remember what it felt like to be Brandon Stark.
But remember so much else now.
You died in that cave.
Hello. Where are you going?
In there.
-I live here. -Fuck off.
I'm Arya Stark. This is my home.
Arya Stark's dead.
Send for Maester Luwin or Ser Rodrik.
-They'll tell you who I am. -There's no Rodrik here.
Maester's name is Wolken.
Go ask Jon Snow then, the King in the North.
-He's my brother. -He's a thousand miles away.
Well, it's cold and we're busy. So, you know, better fuck off.
If Jon's gone, who's in charge of Winterfell?
The Lady of Winterfell.
-Lady Stark. -Which Lady Stark?
You tell us, you're the one impersonating her sister.
Tell Sansa that her sister's home.
Lady Sansa is too busy to waste her breath on you.
Just like us. So, for the last time, fuck off.
I'm getting into this castle one way or another.
If I'm not who I say I am, I won't last long.
But if I am and Sansa finds out you turned me away-
All right. You sit there.
Right there.
Don't move.
Go tell Lady Stark. I'll watch her.
You're going to tell her.
I'm not.
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna hit you right in the fucking face as hard as I can.
We told her to wait.
We were standing right next to her and ...
And - and when turned around, she'd gone, my lady.
She was nothing, some winter town girl.
-She comes in asking for... Ser Rodrik.
And Maester Luwin. -Luwin. Yeah.
And - and don't trouble yourself over it, my lady. We'll find her.
You don't have to.
I know where she is.
Do I have to call you Lady Stark now?
Yes.
You shouldn't have run from the guards.
I didn't run.
You need better guards.
It suits you ... Lady Stark.
-Jon left you in charge? -He did.
I hope he comes back soon.
I remember how happy he was to see me, when he sees you,
his heart will probably stop.
It doesn't look like him.
Should have been carved by someone who knew his face.
Everyone who knew his face is dead.
We're not.
They say you killed Joffrey.
Did you?
I wish I had.
Me too.
I was angry whem I heard someone else had done it.
However long my list got, He was always first.
-Your list? -Of people I'm going to kill.
How did you get back to Winterfell?
It's a long story. I imagine yours is too.
Yes.
Not a very pleasant one.
Mine neither.
But our stories aren't over yet.
No, they're not.
Arya.
Bran's home too.
You came home.
I saw you at the crossroads.
-You saw me? -I see quite a lot now.
Bran has visions.
I thought you might go to King's Landing.
So did I.
Why would you go back there?
Cersei's on her list of names.
Who else is on your list?
Most of them are dead already.
Where did you get this?
Littlefinger gave it to me.
Littlefinger? He's here?
He's declared for House Stark. Why would he give you a dagger?
He thought I'd want it.
-Why? -Because it was meant to kill me.
The cutthroat?
After your fall?
Why would a cutthroat have a valyrian steel dagger?
Someone very wealthy wanted me dead.
He's not a generous man.
He wouldn't give you anything unless he thought he was getting something back.
-It doesn't matter. -What do you mean it doesn't matter?
I don't want it.
Are you sure?
-It's valyrian steel. -It's wasted on a cripple.
Catelyn Stark would be proud.
You kept your wow.
-I did next to nothing. -You're too hard on yourself, my lady.
I'm not a...
Thank you, Podrick.
Your Grace, there's still no word from the Unsullied.
Soon.
He will come back to you.
He better.
What happened?
Many things.
Many things?
Your Grace.
It's all right.
I wanted you to see it, before we start hacking it to bits.
Well, this is it. All we'll ever need.
There is something else I want to show you, your Grace.
The Children of the forest made these.
When?
A very long time ago.
They were right here, standing where we're standing.
Before there were Targaryens or Starks or Lannisters.
Maybe even before there were men.
No.
They were here together,
the children and the first men.
Doing what? Fighting each other?
They fought together
against their common enemy.
Despite their differences, despite suspicions.
Together.
We need to do the same if we're gonna survive.
Cause the enemy is real.
It's always been real.
And you say you can't defeat them
without my armies and my dragons?
No, I don't think I can.
I will fight for you.
I will fight for the North.
When you bend the knee.
My people
won't accept a southern ruler.
Not after everything they've suffered.
They will if their King does.
They chose you to lead them.
They chose you to protect them.
Isn't their survival more important than your pride?
What is it?
We took Casterly Rock.
That's very good to hear.
Isn't it?
You'll want to discuss this amongst yourselves, perhaps-
You'll stay.
All my allies are gone.
They've been taken from me while I've been sitting here on this island. -You still have the largest armies.
Who won't be able to eat because Cersei's taken all the food from the Reach.
Call Grey Worm and the Unsullied back.
We still have enough ships to carry the Dothraki to the mainland.
Commit to the blockade of King's Landing.
-We have a plan. It's still the right plan. -The right plan?!
Your strategy has lost us Dorne, the Iron Islands and the Reach.
If I've underestimated our enemies ...
Our enemies?!
Your family, you mean.
Perhaps you don't want to hurt them after all.
Enough with the clever plans. I have three large dragons.
I'm going to fly them to the Red Keep.
We've discussed this.
My enemies are in the Red Keep.
What kind of a Queen am I, if I'm not willing to risk my life to fight them?
A smart one.
What do you think I should do?
-I would never presume to... -I'm at war.
I'm losing.
What do you think I should do?
I never thought that dragons would exist again.
No one did.
The people who follow you
know that you made something impossible happen.
Maybe that helps them believe that you can make other impossible happen.
Build a world that's different from the shit one they've always known.
But if you use them to melt castles and burn cities,
you're not different.
You're just more of the same.
Don't lunge.
Don't go where your enemy leads you.
Up.
-And don't --- -Don't fight someone like her in the first place
Nice sword.
Very nice dagger.
If they haven't contributed the right amount of grain to the stores,
then I'm afraid they'll have to make do with what they brought. We can't ...
It's been a while since I trained.
I can go and find the master of arms for you, my lady.
He didn't beat the Hound.
You did.
I want to train with you.
You swore to serve both my mother's daughters, didn't you?
Move aside, Podrick.
You can't use that, my lady. It's too small.
I won't cut you. Don't worry.
I'll try not to.
Who taught you how to do that?
No one.
-What do you think of her? -Who?
I believe you know of whom I speak.
I think she has a good heart.
A good heart?
I've noticed you staring at her good heart.
There's no time for that.
I saw the Night King, Davos. I looked into his eyes.
How many men do we have in the North to fight him?
-Ten thousand? Less? -Fewer.
What?
Speaking of good hearts. Missandei of Naath.
Ser Davos, Lord Snow.
King Snow, isn't it?
No, that doesn't sound right.
-King Jon? -It doesn't matter.
Forgive me, but may I ask you a question?
Of course.
The your name is Jon Snow,
but your father name was Ned Stark.
I'm a bastard.
My mother and father weren't married.
Is the custom different in Naath?
We don't have marriage in Naath, so the concept of a bastards doesn't exist.
That sounds ... liberating.
Why did you leave your homeland?
I was stolen away by slavers.
I'm sorry.
If I may,
how did a slave girl come to advise Daenerys Targaryean?
She bought me from my master and set me free.
That was good of her.
Of course you're serving here now, aren't you?
I serve my Queen because I want to serve my Queen.
Because I believe in her.
And if I wanted to sail home to Naath tomorrow?
Then she would give me a ship and wish me good fortune.
You believe that?
I know it.
All of us who came with her from Essos
we believe in her.
She's not our Queen because she's the daughter of some King we never knew.
She is the Queen we chose.
Will you forgive me if I switch sides?
Is that a Greyjoy ship?
Jon.
I didn't know you were here.
Sansa ...
Is she all right?
What you did for her
is the only reason I'm not killing you.
We heard your uncle attacked your fleet.
We thought you were dead.
I should be.
Your sister?
Euron has her.
I came to ask the Queen to help me get her back.
The Queen is gone.
Where did she go?
-All the gold ***** to the gates of King's Landing. -Good.
We need to get the last of these wagons over the Blackwater rush before nightfall.
If the head of the line is ambushed, the tail will never be able to reinforce it in time.
We are stretched a bit thin.
With your permission,
flogging ****** has a marked effect on mobility.
Let's give them fair warning first.
These men fought well at High Garden.
-Ser Jaime. -Rickon.
Dickon.
I hear you fought bravely at High Garden.
Your first battle?
And ...?
It was glorious.
Come on! Your father's not here.
All my life we've been pledged to House Tyrell.
I knew some those men, I hunted with them.
They didn't deserve to die.
But Lady Olenna chose to betray her Queen and support the Targaryen girl.
So here we are.
I didn't expect it to smell like that.
Men shit themselves when they die.
Didn't they teach you that at fancy lad school?
Well, I learnt it when I was five.
What?
Listen.
Spears and shields. Spears and shields.
-What is it? -Get in line!
Spears and shields. Spears and shields.
In line now!
Come on, lads!
Fuck those wagons! Form a line!
Grab your Spears!
Shield wall!
Fill the gaps!
Spears out!
Spears out!
Get back to King's Landing.
-I'm not abandoning my army. -You are their Commander, not a damn infantry man.
Those fuckers are about to swamp us.
We can hold them off.
Dracarys!
Hold the lines.
Hold the lines.
-Archers. -Archers.
Archers, with me!
To the line!
Knock!
Loose!
-Qyburn's scorpion is over there. -Go get it then.
I can't shoot with one hand.
Come on!
Where are you?
Your people can't fight.
Take cover!
Come on, you fucker!
Dracarys!
Flee, you idiot.
Come on, boy. Come!
You idiot.
You fucking idiot!
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