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My son, Jorah, fled Westeros.

He brought dishonor to our house.

I need to turn this bunch of thieves and
runaways into men of the Night's Watch.

And how's this going, Commander Mormont?

I shall have your head!

You're taking us through Valyria.

The Doom still rules Valyria.

Stone Men!

Had any touch you?

You?

The Eyrie is mine.

The last time the Lords of the Eyrie formed
an alliance with the Lords of the North,

they brought down the greatest
dynasty this world has ever known.

Cersei sent for me.

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

I hope I can make her happy.

She suffered enough.

I'll never hurt her!

All sinners are equal before the Gods.

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

May the Father judge him justly.

- Who do you think you are?
- Justice.

Your brother was murdered,
while you sit here, doing nothing.

The Sand Snakes are with me.

Without Doran we have no army
to march against the Lannisters.

Queen Cersei loves her children.

And we have one of them.

We rescue my niece,
bring her back to the family.

You ever been to Dorne?

The Dornish are crazy.

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

Here we serve the Many-Faced God.

To serve well, a girl must become no one.

What do we with them after you wash them?

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What are they doing
with the bodies?

Get back to work.

No. I've been here
for weeks.

I'm not scrubbing
one more corpse

until you tell me
why I'm doing it.

You will know why.

- When?
- When it's time, not before.

Get back to work.

When do I get to play the game?

Game?

The game.
The Game of Faces.

You tried already.
You failed.

I didn't even know
I was playing.

Who are you?

No one.

Get back to work.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?
How did you get here?

I'm from Westeros just like you.

Daughter of a lord
just like you.

Except I was an only child.

Heir to his fortune.

My mother died.

My father remarried
and his new wife

gave birth to a girl.

My stepmother didn't want any
rivals for her precious daughter,

so she tried
to kill me with poison.

I found out.

Sought help from
the Faceless Men.

And my father was widowed again.

I've been serving them
ever since.

Was that true or a lie?

What?

Did you believe
every word I said?

Get back to work.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Arya.

And where did you come from?

Westeros.

My family home is Winterfell.

I'm the youngest daughter
of a great lord,

Eddard Stark.

He died in battle.

A lie.

After he was executed,
I fled the capital.

Had to kill a stable boy.

Drove my sword through his back.

A lie.

I stabbed him in the gut.

I tried to find
my mother and brother,

but I never did.

They were murdered
by Walder Frey.

An outlaw kidnapped me,
a man called Polliver.

A man called the Hound.
Sandor Clegane.

He tried to sell me,
but was wounded in a fight.

He begged me to kill him,
but I wouldn't.

I left him
in the mountains to die.

I wanted him to suffer.
I hated him.

I hated him.

That's not a lie!

A girl lies to me,

to the Many-Faced God,
to herself.

Does she truly
want to be no one?

Yes.

I'm not playing
this stupid game anymore!

We never stop playing.

So, those villages
we were supposed to find?

We can't live on
berries and roots.

I can.

You're not hungry?

Of course I'm hungry.

You're an awful travelling
companion, do you know that?

Possibly the least
charming man I've ever met.

I'm not your travelling
companion.

We are travelling together in
each other's company, therefore--

Do you ever shut up?

I sailed from King's Landing
to Pentos in a crate

without ever saying a word.

Why?

It never occurred to you
to ask why until now?

You never wondered
why Tyrion Lannister

decided to visit
a brothel in Volantis?

I'm sure you visited many
brothels in many cities.

I killed my father.

He wanted to execute me
for a crime I didn't commit.

And he was fucking
the woman I loved.

As miserable
as you are, Mormont,

at least your father
was a good man.

What do you know
about my father?

I met him.
I visited the Wall.

When I asked him about his men,

he knew all their stories,
every one of them.

He actually cared about the
people under his command.

How do they put it in the Watch?

"We shall never see
his like again."

Oh, you didn't know.

I'm sorry.
I am.

How?

I only know what I heard.

How?

He was leading an
expedition beyond the Wall.

There was a mutiny.

He was murdered by his own men.

We better keep moving.

Valar morghulis.

Valar dohaeris.

I have nowhere else to go.

I've taken her to every
healer in Braavos.

I've spent every penny I had.

She suffers every day
of her life.

I just want it to end.

It hurts.

I know.

Don't be afraid.

I used to be like you.

I was sick.

I was dying.

But my father
never gave up on me.

He loved me

more than anything in the world,

just like your father loves you.

So he brought me here.

My father prayed
to the Many-Faced God.

And I drank the water
from his fountain.

It healed me.

I've devoted my life to him now.

You don't want to hurt anymore?

Drink.

Is a girl ready?

To give up her ears,
her nose, her tongue?

Her hopes and dreams,
her loves and hates?

All that makes a girl
who she is?

Forever?

No.

A girl is not ready
to become no one.

But she is ready
to become someone else.

Why Daenerys? Why is
she worth all this?

As I recall, the Mormonts
fought against the Targaryens

during Robert's Rebellion.

Do you believe in anything?

I believe in lots of things.

In something greater
than ourselves, I mean.

The gods, destiny.

Do you believe there's
a plan for this world?

No.

Neither did I.

I was a cynic just like you.

Then I saw a girl
step into a great fire

with three stone eggs.

When the fire burned out, I thought
I'd find her blackened bones.

Instead, I saw her, Daenerys,

alive and unhurt,
holding her baby dragons.

Have you ever heard
baby dragons singing?

No.

It's hard to be
a cynic after that.

Doesn't mean she's going
to be a great queen.

No, it doesn't.

The Targaryens
are famously insane.

What if she conquers the world?
Then what?

1,000 years of peace
and prosperity?

First we have
to conquer the world.

We?

All right, let's assume
your dreams come true.

She's ecstatic when you
bring her this enemy dwarf.

She hacks off my head
and restores your position.

You command her army,
sail to Westeros,

defeat all your enemies and
watch her climb those steps

and sit on the Iron Throne.

Hurrah. Long live the queen.
Then what?

Then she rules.

So a woman who has not spent a
single day of her adult life

in Westeros becomes the ruler of Westeros?
That's justice?

- She's the rightful heir.
- Why?

Because her father, who burned living
men for amusement, was the king?

- That's a slave ship.
- Why are they anchored?

They probably
came ashore for--

Water.

Got a lot of fight in you, huh?

Salt mines?

Yeah, that or a galley slave.

He looks strong enough.

What about the dwarf?

Worthless.

Cut his throat.

Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait!
Let's discuss this.

And then chop off his cock.

We'll sell it for a fortune.

A dwarf's cock has magic powers.

Wait! Wait!

Wait, wait, wait!

You can't just hand
a dry cock to a merchant

and expect him to pay for it.

He has to know
it came from a dwarf.

And how could he know
unless he sees the dwarf?

It will be
a dwarf-sized cock.

Guess again.

The dwarf lives until we
find a cock merchant.

Queen Daenerys
has outlawed slavery.

We're bound for Volantis,
not Slaver's Bay.

Besides, she reopened
the fighting pits.

I've never heard of free men
fighting in the pits.

The fighting pits in Meereen?

You're in luck, then.
You're about to be rich.

You are looking at one of the great
warriors in the Seven Kingdoms.

Him.

Him? He's got to
be 60 years old.

Sure, he's a bit
long in the tooth,

a bit withered,
been in the sun too long.

We can all see that. But he
is a veteran of 100 battles.

They wrote songs about him.

That true?

He won the tournament
at Lannisport.

Unseating Ser Jaime
Lannister himself.

The Kingslayer.

Jousting. You're talking
about jousting.

A fancy game for fancy lads.

The men who fight in the pits of
Meereen will swallow him whole.

I killed a Dothraki
bloodrider in single combat.

Liar.

It's no lie.
His name was Qotho.

He was bloodrider to Khal Drogo.

Take me to Slaver's Bay,
put a sword in my hand,

I'll prove my worth.

For my children.
Money.

Lord Baelish.

Yes?

Lancel Lannister.

Brother Lancel.

We abandon our family names.

Quite a family to abandon.

The city has changed
since you were here last.

We flooded the gutters
with wine,

smashed the false idols,

and set the godless on the run.

Well done.

I'm here on urgent business
for the Queen Mother.

Should I send word
that I'll be delayed?

Step carefully, Lord Baelish.

You'll find there's little
tolerance for flesh peddlers

in the new King's Landing.

We both peddle fantasies,
Brother Lancel.

Mine just happen
to be entertaining.

Do you think it's wise,
Your Grace,

arresting the heir
to Highgarden?

The Faith arrested
the heir to Highgarden.

Of course, and the Faith
were armed on your orders.

The king's orders.

Is the king to blame
for Ser Loras's perversion?

House Tyrell won't
tolerate this insult.

House Tyrell won't tolerate it?

I'm the insulted party,
Lord Baelish.

Ser Loras was promised to me.

Instead he chose
the company of boys.

One's choice of companion
is a curious thing.

Most curious.

Lysa Arryn, for instance.

Thoroughly repellant woman.

Forgive me.

I know you're still in mourning.

Lysa was a good woman.

A kind woman.

She was neither of those things.
We both know it.

Still, I pity her son.

How fortunate the young
Lord of the Vale

has a new father to counsel him.

I know how hard it can be

to lose both your parents
at such a young age.

If war comes to Westeros, will the Knights
of the Vale fight for their king?

Young Lord Robin
heeds my advice.

And I have always counseled
loyalty to the throne.

Good.

If there's nothing else.

There is another matter,
Your Grace.

Something so urgent I couldn't
trust the words to a raven.

You once charged me
with finding Arya Stark.

To my shame, I failed you.

But I have found Sansa Stark.

Alive and well and home again

living at Winterfell.

That's not possible.

My sources are well placed.

They tell me Roose Bolton

plans to marry her
to his son Ramsay,

a bastard recently
legitimized by King Tommen.

Roose Bolton is Warden of the
North by the grace of my father.

Indeed, his reward for stabbing
his own king in the heart.

We were fools
to trust a turncloak.

Marrying his son
to the last of the Starks

gives him more legitimacy
in the North

than an alliance with
a hated southern house.

I will skin him and his bastard

like that wretch
on their bloody sigil.

I would counsel
patience, Your Grace.

Patience?

Sansa helped murder my son.

Roose Bolton is a traitor.

Stannis Baratheon
is also a traitor,

marching with his army
on Winterfell.

Let Stannis and Roose battle.

Let the enemies of the
throne slaughter each other.

And when they're done, seize Winterfell
from whichever thief survives.

Winterfell is 1,000 miles
away from here.

The weather has already
begun to turn.

That is why it is critical
to strike soon

while the victor
still licks his wounds.

Surely your Uncle Kevan
could muster a force.

My Uncle Kevan has all the
courage of a kitchen mouse.

Ser Jaime, then.

Jaime's away on a sensitive
diplomatic mission.

I have no idea
when he'll be back.

Perhaps I can help.

The Knights of the Vale are some
of the best fighters in Westeros,

trained to battle
in the ice and the snow.

Forgive me, Lord Baelish,

you have a reputation
as a moneylender

and a brothel keeper,
not a military man.

You wouldn't risk
a single Lannister soldier

or a single coin
from the royal treasury.

What do you have to lose?

A brothel keeper?

And if you succeed?

Name me Warden of the North.

I'll speak to the king
this evening,

have him issue a royal decree.

I'll not rest until the
lion flies over Winterfell.

And I'll know
you're a man of your word

when I see Sansa Stark's
head on a spike.

As I said...

I live to serve.

I'm going to ask him tomorrow.

- What if he says no?
- He won't.

We've waited long enough.

I want you to be my wife.

Now.

What is it?

Do you want to marry me because
our families arranged it?

Or do you--

We can't.
Not yet.

Why not?

You know why not.
Someone will see.

You are going to be my wife.

I am going to be your husband.

We're allowed to walk through
the gardens together.

How many other girls have you
walked through these gardens?

I like the way your eyes go
squinty when you're jealous.

They do not go squinty and you
didn't answer the question.

They make a lovely couple.

A Lannister and a Martell.

They have no idea
how dangerous that is.

We must protect them.

Yes, my prince.

You haven't had to use that
axe of yours in a long time.

I hope you remember how.

I remember how.

♪ The Dornishman's
wife was as fair as the sun ♪

♪ And her kisses
were warmer than spring ♪

♪ The Dornishman's blade ♪

♪ It was made of black steel ♪

♪ And its kiss
was a terrible thing ♪

♪ The Dornishman's wife
would sing as she bathed ♪

- ♪ In a voice that was sweet as a peach-- ♪
- All right, that's enough.

I'm coming to the best part.

We're trying to blend in.

Don't want everyone in
Dorne to hear your accent.

This song really is
all about the ending.

It can wait.
There.

That's the Water Gardens.

And once we've got
the princess, then what?

I like to improvise.

That explains the golden hand.

Unbowed. Unbent.
Unbroken.

For Oberyn.

For Oberyn.

Well, she's made
herself at home.

Myrcella.

Uncle Jaime?

I--

I don't understand.
What are you doing here?

Let's speak in private.

- I am Trystane Martell.
- Trystane is my intended.

Excellent.
Good to meet you.

We weren't expecting you,
Lord Jaime.

Why don't you let them
have some time alone, son?

Let's not do something stupid.

That was something stupid.

We have to go, Myrcella, now.

- You hurt him!
- He'll be fine, I promise.

But we have to--

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Take her!

- You're coming with me.
- I don't want to.

I wasn't asking, princess.

- Ah!
- Drop your weapons!

I am Obara Sand.

Daughter of Oberyn Martell.

I fight for Dorne.
Who do you fight for?

Drop your weapons.

When you were whole, it would
have been a good fight.

You fight pretty good
for a little girl.

Halt!

Oh, you can smell the shit
from five miles away.

Well, why have we stopped?
Go on.

Rumors and gossip,
that's all they've got.

It's theater, nothing more.

If they arrested all the pillow
biters in King's Landing,

there'd be no room left in the
dungeons for anyone else.

Everyone knew
about him and Renly.

Renly Baratheon shagged half the
stable boys in the Seven Kingdoms.

Everyone knew, no one cared.

But he was the king's brother.

And Loras
is the queen's brother.

No, no, no, no.
This is unacceptable.

- Cersei's behind it.
- Yeah, of course she is.

She wants to drag our
name through the dirt,

put us in our place.

Get some rest, dear.
You look appalling.

Let me deal
with Cersei Lannister.

Your Grace, I have
travelled a long way.

You must be exhausted.

Put the pen down, dear. We both
know you're not writing anything.

Ah, yes. The famously
tart-tongued Queen of Thorns.

And the famous tart
Queen Cersei.

I beg your pardon?

I know you're behind this absurd
incarceration of my grandson.

If you apologize for that
comment, perhaps I'll--

You'll get your apology
when I get Loras.

I was as shocked as anyone

when the Faith
arrested Ser Loras.

I have no love
for these fanatics,

but what can a Queen Mother do?

Has the crown
suddenly stopped needing

the troops, gold, and
wheat my house supplies?

I can assure you,

our alliance with
House Tyrell remains--

Do you expect
the alliance to continue

after you've thrown
our future into prison?

As I said,

I didn't imprison anyone.

As for your
veiled threats--

What veil?

The Lannister-Tyrell alliance brought
peace to a war-torn country.

Do you really want to see the Seven
Kingdoms slide back into warfare?

I didn't trust your father.

I didn't particularly like him.

But I respected him.
He was no fool.

He understood that sometimes
we must work with our rivals

rather than destroy them.

House Lannister has no rival.

The High Septon has called
for an inquest, not a trial.

Just a small hearing
to determine

whether the charges
against Loras have merit,

which I'm sure they don't.

Loras will be freed, our happy
alliance will continue...

and we'll forget this unfortunate
conversation ever happened.

Good day, Lady Olenna.

You are aware of the rumors
concerning you and Renly?

I don't pay attention to rumors.

You were said to be
despondent when he died.

Witnesses state that you
refused to leave his bedside

even as Stannis's army
closed in.

He was my friend.
He was my king.

Wasn't Joffrey your king?

He was anointed
by the Seven, not Renly.

I was wrong to support
Renly's claim, I know that.

But I was forgiven by Joffrey.

I fought for him at the
Battle of Blackwater.

Yes, wearing Renly's armor.

Why does it matter what I wore?

Do you deny all
the charges against you?

Fornication.

Buggery.
Blasphemy.

Of course I deny them.

You never lay
with Renly Baratheon?

Never.

Nor any other man?

Never.

That will be all, Ser Loras.

Well, I think that's
quite enough of that.

The Faith calls
Queen Margaery forward.

You call me forward?

Yes, we have some
questions for you.

- I am the queen.
- You are.

And according
to the law of the Seven,

neither kings
nor queens are exempt

from testimony
at a holy inquest.

How do you respond to these
charges against your brother?

They are lies.

- All of them?
- All of them.

Queen Margaery,

in the presence of the gods,

do you swear that your
brother is innocent

of these charges against him

to the best of your knowledge?

Yes, I swear it.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Do you know this man?

Yes, very well.

He is Ser Loras Tyrell,
heir to Highgarden.

How did you come to meet?

I squired for him.

He took a liking to me.

He summoned me to his chamber
the first day we met.

And what occurred
in his chamber?

We engaged
in intimate relations.

You lay with him?

That night and many others.

Liar.
He's a liar.

Is there anyone else
who can support your claim?

Yes.

Yes, Queen Margaery.

She walked in on us once
not long ago.

She didn't seem surprised.

This testimony is an insult
to a great house.

Why should the Faith or anyone
else take the word of a squire

over the heir to Highgarden?

He has a birthmark, Your Grace.

Quite high on his thigh.

Wine-colored and roughly
the shape of Dorne.

No! Liar!

What are you doing?
Let us pass.

The Faith is satisfied
there is enough evidence

to bring a formal trial

for Ser Loras

and Queen Margaery.

What?

Bearing false witness
before the gods

is as grave a sin
as any, my lady.

Take her.

No. Tommen.

Tommen!

You can't do this.
I am the queen.

Tommen!
Tommen!

I am your queen.
How dare you?

Take your hands off me!

Tommen!

What do you want?

Lord Ramsay sent me to
draw you a bath, my lady.

You want to be clean and fresh

for your new husband, don't you?

You're so beautiful,

but you need to keep him happy.

Ramsay gets bored easily.

You don't want
to end up like--

well, like the others.

What others?

I shouldn't gossip.

Oh, it's good to see
the red again.

No point hiding anymore.

What others?

Let's see, there was Kyra

the blacksmith's daughter.

She was tall like you,
lovely figure.

But she talked
and talked and talked

and Ramsay grew tired of that.

Then there was Violet.

She had gorgeous blonde hair.

But she got pregnant.

And, well, that was boring.

Then Tansy.

Such a sweet girl.

Of course, sweet girls
get a bit dull

after a while, don't they?

Ramsay let me come
with him on that hunt.

Hunt?

Mmm.

Have you ever seen a body after
the dogs have been at it?

Not so pretty.

But, well, it's your
wedding day.

Why am I talking
about such things?

What was your name again?

Myranda.

And how long have yo
loved him, Myranda?

Did you imagine that he would be
with you forever, is that it?

And I came along and ruined it.

I'm Sansa Stark of Winterfell.

This is my home
and you can't frighten me.

Are you done with
your bath, my lady?

Go. I can finish
on my own.

Yes?

I've come to escort you
to the godswood, my lady.

If you please, my lady,
will you take my arm?

No.

Lord Ramsay, he said
I'm to take your arm.

I'm not touching you.

Please.

He'll punish me.

You think I care
what he does to you?

Who comes before
the old gods this night?

Sansa of the House Stark

comes here to be wed.

A woman grown,
trueborn and noble.

She comes to beg the
blessings of the gods.

Who comes to claim her?

Ramsay of House Bolton.

Heir to the Dreadfort
and Winterfell.

Who gives her?

Theon of House Greyjoy,
who was--

who was her father's ward.

Lady Sansa,
will you take this man?

I take this man.

Are you pleased, my lady?

Good. I want you
to be happy.

My father said
you're still a virgin.

- Uh, yes.
- Why?

Why are you still a virgin?

Afraid of dwarves?

Lord-- Lord Tyrion was kind.

He was gentle.
He never touched me.

You're not lying to me?

No, my lord.

Lying to your husband
on his wedding night,

that would be a bad way
to start a marriage.

We're man and wife now.

We should be honest
with each other.

Don't you think?

Yes.

Good.

Take off your clothes.

Oh, no, no, no.

You stay here, Reek.

You watch.

Do I need to ask a second time?

I hate asking a second time.

Reek...

I told you to watch.

You've known Sansa
since she was a girl.

Now watch her become a woman.

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