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I lost this dagger.

To whom?

Tyrion Lannister.

Take a step toward a more
productive relationship

with a possible ally.

I will allow you to mine
the dragonglass

and forge weapons from it.

Thank you.

She has three
full-grown dragons, Your Grace.

How do you propose to stop them?

We are currently at work
on a solution.

I thought
you'd be heading for Winterfell.

Jon Snow came down
from Castle Black

with a wildling army and won
the Battle of the Bastards.

He's King in the North now.

Your sister's dead.

Euron has her.

I couldn't save her.
I tried.

You wouldn't be here
if you'd tried.

What about Casterly Rock?

We both know
how expensive war can be.

Your vaults are empty.

My debt will be paid in full.

How will it happen?

Will there be pain?

No. I made sure of that.

I'd hate to die like your son.

Not at all what I intended.

Tell Cersei.

I want her to know it was me.

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♪ Game of Thrones 7x04 ♪
The Spoils of War
Original Air Date on August 6, 2017

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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're at war.

Daenerys Targaryen could come and
take it back the day after you move in.

Besides,
think of the upkeep.

The more you owe,
the more it weighs you down.

Oh, is that why
you're so fucking glum, eh?

All your new riches
weighing you down?

- Move out!
- They're not mine.

This 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
shit heap you're from

with a saddlebag
full of gold,

complaining about
not getting paid.

When we win this war,

all the castles
in the Seven Kingdoms

will be yours
to choose from,

with no one left
to take them away from you.

Yes, I'm sure
Queen Cersei's reign

will be quiet
and peaceable.

Ah, stranger things
have happened.

Like what?

The granaries are being emptied
and loaded into wagons, my lord.

- The current harvest?
- We have teams of men collecting it

from all the farms
in the Reach.

Ser Bronn, will you
accompany the Tarlys

and help them
accelerate 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 am neither kind
nor a lord, Your Grace.

I am merely an instrument
of the institution I represent.

Its well-being is a matter
of arithmetic, not sentiment.

And the current arithmetic
is outstanding.

- Uh, the gold...
- Is on its way.

My brother is supervising
its transportation himself.

Some at the Iron Bank
will be disappointed.

They've grown rather fond
of your interest payments.

We must devise 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 would 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 have helped us
recover significant sums

from parties who had
fallen into deep arrears.

That'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.

- Hmm.
- As soon as the gold arrives.

This is for you.

The last 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 am 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 of 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's that?

Maester Wolkan
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.

Well, as 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 I remember
so much else now.

You died in that cave.

I did.

The kitchen girl,
the redhead with the behind.

The only thing in the kitchen
that you've put your cock in is the liver.

'Ey up.
Where 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 Rodrick.

- They'll tell you who I am.
- There's no Rodrick here.

Maester's named Wolkan.

Go ask Jon Snow, then,
the King in the North.

- He's my brother.
- He's a thousand miles away.

Look, it's cold
and we're busy,

- so, you know, best fuck off.
- Mm.

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
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...

Right, you sit there.

Right there.

Don't move.

Right, go tell Lady Stark.
I'll watch her.

I ain't telling Lady Stark.
You can tell her.

Why me?

- You're gonna 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 we turned around,
she'd gone, my lady.

She-- she was nothing.
Some winter town girl.

She comes in asking
for, uh, Ser Rodrick...

- Rodrick, yeah. Luwin, yeah.
- ...and Maester Luwin.

And don't trouble
yourself over it, my lady.

- We'll-- 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've 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.

Hmm.
Me, too.

I was angry when 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 has 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 vow.

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'd better.

What happened?

Many things.

Many things?

Your Grace.

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 their suspicions.

Together.

We need to do the same
if we're going to survive.

Because 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 will 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 has 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 have 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 things 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 due
with what they've 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?

10,000? 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 a question?

Of course.

Your name is Jon Snow,
but your father's 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 bastard 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 Targaryen?

She bought me from my master
and set me free.

That was good of her.

Of course, you're
serving her now, aren't you?

I serve my queen
because I want to serve my queen.

Because
I believe in her.

And if you 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's the queen
we chose.

Will you forgive me
if I switch sides?

Is that a Greyjoy ship?

Halt!

Jon.

I didn't know
you were here.

S-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?

Get the horses watered!

All the gold's safely through
the gates of King's Landing.

Good.

We need to get
the last of these wagons

over the Blackwater Rush
before nightfall.

The head of the line
is ambushed,

the tail will never be able
to reinforce in time.

Well, we are stretched
a bit thin.

With your permission,

flogging stragglers
has a marked effect on mobility.

Let's give them
fair warning first.

These men fought well
at Highgarden.

Now, get it on this thing.

Lift!

- Ser Jaime.
- Rickon.

Dickon.

I hear you fought bravely
at Highgarden.

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 of 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 learned 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!

Get in line now!

Form up!
Come on, lads!

Guard those wagons!

Form a line!
Form a line!

Round those spears!

Shield wall!

Fill the gaps!

- Archers, steady!
- Hold together!

- Archers!
- Look alive!

Get tight!

Get in line, boys!

- Ready!
- Here they come!

Courage, lads!
Courage!

Wait! Wait for it!

Spears out!

- Spears out!
- Steady! Hold the line!

- Get back to King's Landing.
- I'm not abandoning my army.

You're the commander,
not a damn infantryman.

Those fuckers are
about to swamp us.

We can hold them off.

Dracarys!

Hold the line!

Hold!

- Hold it, lads!
- Hold the line!

Throw it!

Hold!

Draw!

Loose!

- Archers!
- Archers!

Archers, with me!

- Archers, to the line!
- To the line!

- Nock!
- Nock!

Draw!

- Loose!
- Loose!

Run!

Qyburn's scorpion
is over there.

Go get it, then.

I can't shoot
with one hand.

Come on!

Need help!

Where are you?

Take cover!

Come on, you fucker.

Dracarys.

Flee, you idiot.

Come on, boy. Come on!

You idiot.
You fucking idiot.

I'm not here to murder.

Bend the knee and join me.

Or refuse... and die.

You need to find a way
to make her listen.

Whatever stands in our way...

we will defeat.

Bran saw the Night King
and his army marching

towards Eastwatch.

Bad things are coming.