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He's attacked one of my
brothers and abducted the other.

Tell your wife to return

that little shit of an Imp
to King's Landing.

What about
Jaime Lannister?

I'm half a kingdom in debt
to his bloody father.

We'll talk when I return
from the hunt.

The hunt?

You'll have to sit on
the Throne while I'm away.

You are accused of hiring

a man to slay my son
Bran in his bed.

I demand
a trial by combat.

- You have that right.
- Do I have a volunteer?

I'll stand for the dwarf.

Grand Maester Pycelle.
Send a raven to Casterly Rock.

Inform Tywin Lannister that
he has been summoned to court

to answer for the crimes
of Gregor Clegane

or be branded an enemy
of the Crown

and a traitor to the realm.

Fight!

( Grunting )

I'm sending you both
back to Winterfell.

What? I'm supposed to marry
Prince Joffrey.

He'll be the greatest king
that ever was, a golden lion.

And I'll give him sons
with beautiful blond hair.

"Lord Orys Baratheon,
black of hair."

"Axel Baratheon,
black of hair."

"Robert Baratheon,
black of hair."

"Joffrey Baratheon,
golden-haired."

I want what I came for.
I want the crown he promised me.

- ( Arm cracks )
- ( Screams )

- No, Dany, please!
- A crown for a king.

( Screaming )

Fire cannot kill a dragon.

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( Theme music playing )

♪ Game of Thrones 1x07 ♪
You Win or You Die
Original Air Date on May 29, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

( Fanfare )

( Man yells )

- ( Horse neighs )
- ( Man shouting )

"Summoned to court
to answer for the crimes

of your bannerman
Gregor Clegane,

the Mountain"...

Uh, "arrive
within the fortnight

or be branded an enemy
of the Crown."

Poor Ned Stark...

Brave man,
terrible judgment.

Attacking him was stupid.

( Grunts )

Lannisters

don't act like fools.

Are you gonna say
something clever?

Go on,
say something clever.

Catelyn Stark
took my brother.

Why is he still alive?

- Tyrion?
- Ned Stark.

One of our men
interfered,

speared him through the leg
before I could finish him.

Why is he still alive?

- It wouldn't have been clean.
- Clean.

You spend too much time
worrying about

what other people think of you.

I could care less
what anyone thinks of me.

That's what you want
people to think of you.

It's the truth.

When you hear them
whispering

"Kingslayer"
behind your back--

doesn't it bother you?

Of course
it bothers me.

The lion doesn't
concern himself

with the opinions
of the sheep.

I suppose I should be grateful
that your vanity

got in the way
of your recklessness.

I'm giving you
half of our forces--

30,000 men.

You will bring them to
Catelyn Stark's girlhood home

and remind her
that Lannisters

pay their debts.

I didn't realize you placed such
a high value on my brother's life.

He's a Lannister.

He might be the lowest of the
Lannisters, but he's one of us.

And every day
that he remains a prisoner,

the less our name
commands respect.

So the lion does concern himself
with the opinions of--

No, it's not an opinion.
It's a fact.

If another House
can seize one of our own

and hold him captive
with impunity,

we are no longer
a House to be feared.

Your mother's dead.

Before long I'll be dead.

And you

and your brother
and your sister

and all of her children.
All of us dead;

all of us rotting
in the ground.

It's the family name
that lives on.

It's all that lives on.

Not your personal glory,
not your honor,

but family.

Do you understand?

Hmm.

You're blessed with abilities
that few men possess.

You are blessed to belong to the
most powerful family in the kingdoms.

And you are still
blessed with youth.

And what have you done
with these blessings, huh?

You've served as a glorified
bodyguard for two kings--

one a madman,
the other a drunk.

The future of our family will be
determined in these next few months.

We could establish a dynasty
that will last a thousand years.

Or we could collapse into nothing,
as the Targaryens did.

I need you to become the man
you were always meant to be.

Not next year.
Not tomorrow.

Now.

( Distant bell tolling )

You're in pain.

I've had worse, My Lady.

Perhaps it's time
to go home.

The South doesn't seem
to agree with you.

I know the truth
Jon Arryn died for.

Do you, Lord Stark?

Is that why you called me here,
to pose me riddles?

Has he done this before?

Jaime would have killed him.

My brother is worth
a thousand of your friend.

Your brother...

Or your lover?

The Targaryens wed brothers
and sisters for 300 years

to keep bloodlines pure.

Jaime and I are more
than brother and sister.

We shared a womb.

We came into this world together.
We belong together.

My son saw you with him.

Do you love your children?

- With all my heart.
- No more than I love mine.

- And they are all Jaime's.
- ( Laughs ) Thank the Gods.

In the rare event that
Robert leaves his whores

for long enough to stumble
drunk into my bed,

I finish him off in other ways.

- In the morning, he doesn't remember.
- You've always hated him.

Hated him?
I worshipped him.

Every girl in the
Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him,

but he was mine by oath.

And when I finally saw him

on our wedding day
in the Sept of Baelor,

lean and fierce
and black-bearded,

it was the happiest moment
of my life.

Then that night he crawled on
top of me, stinking of wine

and did what he did--
what little he could do--

and whispered
in my ear, "Lyanna."

Your sister was a corpse
and I was a living girl

and he loved her
more than me.

When the King returns from his
hunt, I'll tell him the truth.

You must be gone by then--
you and your children.

I will not have
their blood on my hands.

Go as far away
as you can,

with as many men
as you can.

Because wherever you go,

Robert's wrath
will follow you.

And what of my wrath,
Lord Stark?

You should have taken
the realm for yourself.

Jaime told me about the day
King's Landing fell.

He was sitting in the Iron Throne
and you made him give it up.

All you needed to do
was climb the steps yourself.

Such a sad mistake.

I've made many mistakes
in my life,

but that wasn't
one of them.

Oh, but it was.

When you play the Game
of Thrones, you win

or you die.

There is no middle ground.

- ( Kids laughing )
- Come here.

( Boys crying )

( Woman moaning )

Oh yes, oh.

Oh yes yes yes.

( Moaning continues )

No no no no!

Is that what they teach you up
in the North?

And you--
wherever you're from,

do you have any idea
how ridiculous you sound?

Either of you understand
a thing that I'm saying?

Yes, My Lord.

Let's start over,
shall we?

You be the man

and you be the woman.

Well, go ahead.

Slowly.

( Soft moaning )

You're not fooling them.
They just paid you.

They know what you are.

They know it's all
just an act.

Your job is to make them
forget what they know.

That takes time.

You need to...

Ease into it.

Go ahead.

Ease into it.

He's winning you over
in spite of yourself.

You're starting
to like this.

He wants to believe you.

He's enjoyed his cock since he
was old enough to play with it.

Why shouldn't you?
He knows he's better than other men.

He's always known it deep down
inside. Now he has proof.

He's so good,

he's reaching something
deep inside of you that

no one even knew was there,

overcoming
your very nature.

Why don't you join us,
My Lord?

I'm saving myself
for another.

What she doesn't know
won't hurt her.

A stupid saying.

What we don't know
is usually what gets us killed.

She must be
very beautiful.

No, not really.
Impeccable bloodlines though.

I do believe
My Lord's in love.

For many years.
Most of my life really.

Play with her ass.

And she loved me too.

I was her little confidant,

her plaything.

She could tell me anything,
anything at all.

She told me about all the
horses that she liked,

the castle she wanted
to live in and the man

that she wanted to marry.

A northerner
with a jaw like an anvil.

( Moaning )

So I challenged him
to a duel.

I mean, why not?
I'd read all the stories.

The little hero always beats the
big villain in all the stories.

In the end, she wouldn't
even let him kill me.

"He's just a boy,"
she said.

"Please don't hurt him."

So he gave me a nice little
scar to remember him by

- and off they went.
- Is she still married to him?

Oh no.

He got himself killed
before the wedding...

( Louder moans )

..And she ended
up with his brother,

an even more
impressive specimen.

She loves him,
I'm afraid.

And why wouldn't she?
I mean, who could compare to him?

- He's just so...
- ( Climaxes )

Good.

Do you know what I learned,
losing that duel?

I learned that
I'll never win,

not that way.
That's their game,

their rules.

I'm not going
to fight them.

I'm going to fuck them.
That's what I know.

That's what I am.

And only by admitting what we
are can we get what we want.

And what do you want?

Oh, everything, my dear.

Everything there is.

Now wash yourselves.
Both of you are working tonight.

Hmm.

( Footsteps approaching )

You're a very lucky girl.
Do you know that?

Where I come from, we don't
show mercy to criminals.

Where I come from, if someone
like you attacked a little lord?

At low tide we'd lay you
on your back on the beach,

your hands and feet
chained to four stakes.

The sea would come in
closer and closer.

You'd see death creeping toward
you a few inches at a time.

Where is it you come from?

The Iron Islands.

They far away?

You've never heard
of the Iron Islands?

Trust me, you've never heard
where I'm from neither.

"Trust me, My Lord."

You're not living
in the wilderness anymore.

In civilized lands,
you refer to your betters

by their proper titles.

- And what's that?
- Lord.

Why?

Why?

What do you mean why?

My father is Balon Greyjoy,
Lord of the Iron Islands.

What's that got
to do with you?

If your father's lord,

how can you be lord too?

I will be lord
after my father--

so you're not lord now?

No, you--

You having a go at me?
Is that it?

I just don't understand
how you Southerners do things.

- I'm not a Southerner.
- You're from south of the wall.

That makes you
a Southerner to me.

You're an impudent
little wench, aren't you?

Couldn't say, My Lord.

Don't know what
"impunent" means.

Impudent.
It means rude,

disrespectful.

Do you want
to lose that chain?

Theon Greyjoy!

The lady is our guest.

I thought she was
our prisoner.

Are the two mutually exclusive
in your experience?

Chances are I won't be nearby
the next time that happens.

I'm used to worse than him.

I'm used to men who could
chew that boy up

and pick their teeth
with his bones.

( Chuckles )

Why did you come here?

Didn't mean to come here.

Meant to get much
further south than this.

As far south
as South goes,

before the long night
comes.

Why? What are you
afraid of?

There's things that
sleep in the day

- and hunt at night.
- Owls and Shadowcats and--

I'm not talking about
Owls and Shadowcats.

The "things" you speak of--

they've been gone
for thousands of years.

They wasn't gone, old man.

They was sleeping.

And they ain't
sleeping no more.

Samwell:
I miss girls.

Not even talking to them.
I never talked to them.

Just looking at them,

hearing them giggle.

Don't you miss girls?

Riders.

The horn.
We have to blow the horn.

Why is he alone?

One blast
for a Ranger returning,

two for Wildlings,

- three for--
- there's no rider.

( Snorts )

- ( Neighs )
- Whoa, boy, whoa.

That's my
Uncle Benjen's horse.

( Neighing continues )

Where's my Uncle?

Ned!

It's Robert.
We were hunting--

a boar--

Robert: I should have
spent more time with you,

shown you how to be a man.

I was never meant
to be a father.

Go on.

You don't want to see this.

My fault.
( Soft chuckle )

Too much wine,
missed my thrust.

It stinks.

It stinks like death.

Don't think
I can't smell it.

( Laughs )

I paid
the bastard back, Ned.

I drove my knife
right through his brain.

You ask them if I didn't.
Ask them!

I want the funeral feast
to be the biggest

the Kingdoms ever saw.

And I want everyone
to taste the boar that got me.

Now leave us, the lot of you.
I need to talk to Ned.

- Robert, my sweet--
- Out, all of you!

( Gurgling cough )

You damned fool.

Paper and ink
on the table,

write down what I say.

"In the name of Robert
of the House Baratheon,

first of--"
you know how it goes.

Fill in the damn titles.

"I hereby command

Eddard of House Stark--"

titles, titles--

"to serve as Lord Regent
and Protector of the Realm

upon my death,

to rule in my stead

until my son Joffrey
comes of age."

Give it over.

Give it to the council

after I'm dead.

At least they'll say
I did this right,

this one thing.

You'll rule now.

You'll hate it
worse than I did,

but you'll do it well.

The girl--

Daenerys.

You were right.
Varys, Littlefinger,

my brother...
Worthless.

No one to tell me "no"
but you.

Only you.

Let her live.

Stop it,
if it's not too late.

I will.

And my son...

Help him, Ned.

Make him better than me.

I'll...

I'll do everything I can
to honor your memory.

My memory.
( Feeble laughter )

King Robert Baratheon,

murdered by a pig.

( Choked laugh )

Give me something
for the pain and let me die.

Give him
milk of the poppy.

He was reeling
from the wine.

( Door closes )

He commanded us

to step aside, but...

I failed him.

No man could have
protected him from himself.

I wonder,
Ser Barristan,

who gave the King
this wine?

His squire,
from the King's own skin.

His squire?
The Lannister boy?

Such a dutiful boy
to make sure His Grace

did not lack refreshment.

I do hope the poor lad
does not blame himself.

His Grace has had
a change of heart

concerning
Daenerys Targaryen.

Whatever
arrangements you made,

unmake them.
At once.

I'm afraid

those birds have flown.

The girl is likely
dead already.

( Speaking Dothraki )

...Throne.

Throne.

( Groans )

( Chatter and market noises )

Can't you help me
make him understand?

The Dothraki do things in their
own time, for their own reasons.

Have patience, Khaleesi.
We will go home, I promise you.

My brother was
a fool, I know,

but he was the rightful heir
to the Seven Kingdoms.

Have I said
something funny, Ser?

Forgive me, Khaleesi, but your
ancestor Aegon the Conqueror

didn't seize six of the kingdoms
because they were his right.

He had no right to them. He
seized them because he could.

And because
he had dragons.

Ah well, having a few dragons
makes things easier.

- You don't believe it.
- Have you ever seen a dragon, Khaleesi?

I believe what my eyes
and ears report.

As for the rest...
It was 300 years ago.

Who knows
what really happened?

Now if you'll pardon me, I'll seek
out the merchant Captain,

see if he has
any letters for me.

- I'll come with you.
- No no, don't trouble yourself.

Enjoy the market.
I'll rejoin you soon enough.

Psst, Jorah the Andal.

The Spider sends
his greetings

and his congratulations.

A royal pardon--
you can go home now.

Merchant: Virzetha gizikhven!
Mra qora! Mra qora!

My son already has his name,
but I'll try your summerwine.

Just a taste.

My Lady, you are
from Westeros.

You have the honor of addressing
Daenerys of the House Targaryen,

Khaleesi of the Riding Men
and Princess of the Seven Kingdoms.

- Princess.
- Rise.

I'd still like
to taste that wine.

That? Dornish swill.

Not worthy
of a princess.

I have a dry red
from the Arbor--

nectar of the Gods.

Let me give you a cask.
Uh-- a gift.

You honor me, Ser.

The honor--
the honor is all mine.

Huh-uh, huh-uh.

There are many in your homeland
that pray for your return, princess.

I hope to repay
your kindness someday.

- Rakharo.
- Huh.

- Is something wrong?
- I have a thirst.

Open it.

The wine is for the Khaleesi.
It's not for the likes of you.

Open it.

Pour.

It would be a crime
to drink a wine this rich

without at least
giving it time to breathe.

Do as he says.

As the princess commands.

Sweet, isn't it?

Can you smell
the fruit, Ser?

Taste it, My Lord.

Tell me that that
is not the finest wine

that has ever touched
your tongue.

You first.

Me?

I'm afraid I am not
worthy of the vintage.

Besides, it is a poor
wine merchant who would

drink up his own wares.

You will drink.

- Khaleesi!
- Stop him!

- ( Men shout )
- ( Growls )

Come.

( Spits )

You came to us
as outlaws,

poachers, rapers,

killers, thieves.

You came alone,
in chains,

without friends

nor honor.

You came to us rich
and you came to us poor.

( Thunder rumbles )

Some of you bear the names
of proud houses,

others only bastard names
or no names at all.

It does not matter.

All that is in the past.

Here,

on the Wall,

are all one house.

- Tonight...
- You're allowed to look happy.

You're going
to be a Ranger.

Isn't that what you
always wanted?

I want
to find my Uncle.

I know he's alive
out there.

I know he is.

I wish I could help you,
but I'm no Ranger.

It's the steward's life
for me.

There's honor
in being a steward.

Not much, really.

But there's food.

Here you begin anew.

A man
of The Night's Watch...

Lives his life
for the realm.

Not for a King,

or a lord, or the honor
of this house

or that house;

not for gold nor glory

nor a woman's love;

but for the realm

and all the people in it.

You've all learned
the words of the vow.

Think carefully
before you say them.

The penalty for desertion

is death.

You can take
your vows here

tonight at sunset.

Do any of you
still keep the Old Gods?

I do, My Lord.

You'll want to take your vow
before a heart tree as your Uncle did.

Yes, My Lord.

You'll find a Weirwood
a mile north of the Wall.

And your Old Gods too, maybe.

My Lord,
might I go as well?

Does House Tarly
keep the Old Gods?

No, My Lord.

I was named in the light
of the Seven,

as my father was
and his father before him.

Why would you forsake the Gods
of your father and your house?

The Night's Watch
is my house now.

The Seven have never
answered my prayers.

Perhaps the Old Gods will.

As you wish, lad.

You've all been
assigned an order,

according to our needs

and your strengths.

Halder to the builders.

Pyp to the stewards.

Toad to the builders.
Grenn to the Rangers.

Samwell to the stewards.

Matthar to the Rangers.
Dareon to the stewards.

Balian to the Rangers.

Rast to the Rangers.

Jon to the stewards.

Rancer to the builders.

Echiel to the builders.

Gordo to the stewards.

Niko to the Rangers.
Escan to the Rangers.

Vorkoy to the builders.
Joby to the stables.

Mink to the kitchens.
Allo to the builders.

Nelugo to the Rangers.

May all the Gods
preserve you.

Rangers with me.

Man:
Builders!

Samwell, you will assist me
in the rookery and library.

Pyp, you will report to
Bowen Marsh in the kitchens.

Luke, report to one-eyed Joe
in the stables.

Dareon, we are sending
you to Eastwatch.

Present yourself to Borcas
when you arrive.

Make no comment
about his nose.

Jon Snow,
Lord Commander Mormont

has requested you
for his personal steward.

Will I serve
the Lord Commander's meals

and fetch hot water
for his bath.

Certainly.

And keep a fire burning
in his chambers,

change his sheets
and blankets daily

and do everything else the
Lord Commander requires of you.

Do you take me
for a servant?

We took you for a man
of The Night's Watch.

But perhaps we
were wrong in that.

- May I go?
- As you wish.

Jon, wait!

Don't you see
what they're doing?

I see Ser Alliser's revenge,
that's all.

He wanted it
and he got it.

Stewards are nothing
but maids!

I'm a better swordsman
and rider than any of you!

- It's not fair.
- Fair?

I was singing for a high lord
at Acorn Hall

when he put his hand on my leg
and he wanted to see my cock.

I pushed him away and he said
he'd have my hands cut off

for stealing their silver.

So now I'm here--
at the end of the world

with no one to sing for

but old men
and little shits like you.

I'll never see
my family again.

I'll never be inside
a woman again.

So don't tell me about fair.

I thought you were caught
stealing a wheel of cheese

for your starving sister?

You think I was gonna tell
a bunch of strangers

that a high lord tried
to grab my cock?

Could you sing me a song, Pyp?
I'd like to hear a song.

Now listen to me.

The old man is the Lord Commander
of The Night's Watch.

You'll be with him
day and night.

Yes, you'll
clean his clothes.

But you'll also take his letters,
attend him at meetings,

squire for him in battle.

You'll know everything,
be part of everything.

And he asked for you himself.

He wants to groom you
for command.

I just...

I always wanted
to be a Ranger.

I always wanted
to be a Wizard.

- ( Laughs )
- What?

No, I'm serious.

So you'll stay
and say your words with me?

Lord Stark, a moment.

Alone if you will.

He named you
Protector of the Realm.

He did.

She won't care.

Give me an hour and I can put a
hundred swords at your command.

And what should I do
with a hundred swords?

Strike! Tonight
while the castle sleeps.

We must get Joffrey away fro
his mother and into our custody.

Protector of the Realm or no,
he who holds the King holds the Kingdom.

Every moment you delay gives
Cersei another moment to prepare.

By the time Robert dies,
it will be too late for the both of us.

What about Stannis?

Saving the Seven Kingdoms from
Cersei and delivering them to Stannis?

You have odd notions about
protecting the realm.

Stannis is your older brother.

This isn't about the bloody
line of succession.

That didn't matter when you rebelled
against the Mad King.

It shouldn't matter now.

What's best
for the Kingdoms?

What's best
for the people we rule?

We all know
what Stannis is.

He inspires
no love or loyalty.

He's not a King.

I am.

Stannis is a commander.

He's led men
into war twice.

He destroyed
the Greyjoy fleet--

Yes, he's a good soldier.
Everyone knows that.

So was Robert.

Tell me something:

Do you still believe
good soldiers make good kings?

I will not dishonor
Robert's last hours

by shedding blood
in his halls

and dragging frightened
children from their beds.

You will sail
to Dragonstone tonight.

You will place this in the hand
of Stannis Baratheon.

Not his steward,

not his Captain
of the guard,

and not his wife.

Only Stannis himself.

- ( Knocks )
- Yes, My Lord.

Now leave us.

My Lord Protector.

The King has
no trueborn sons.

Joffrey and Tommen

are Jaime Lannister's
bastards.

- So when the King dies--
- The throne passes

to his brother
Lord Stannis.

So it would seem.

- Unless--
- there is no "unless."

He is the rightful heir.
Nothing can change that.

And he cannot take the throne
without your help.

You would be wise
to deny it to him

and to make sure
Joffrey succeeds.

Do you have
a shred of honor?

You are now Hand of the King
and Protector of the Realm.

All of the power is yours.
You need only

reach out and take it.

Make peace
with the Lannisters.

Release the Imp.
Wed your daughter to Joffrey.

We have plenty of time
to get rid of Stannis.

And if Joffrey seems likely
to cause problems when he

comes into his throne,

we simply reveal
his little secret

and seat Lord Renly
there instead.

We?

You'll need someone
to share these burdens.

I assure you--
my price would be modest.

What you suggest is treason.

Only if we lose.

Make peace with
the Lannisters, you say...

With the people
who tried to murder my boy.

We only make peace
with our enemies, My Lord.

That's why it's
called "making peace."

No.
I won't do it.

So it will be Stannis
and war?

There is no other choice.

He is the heir.

So why did you
call me here?

Not for my wisdom,
clearly.

You promised Catelyn
you would help me.

The Queen has a dozen knights
and a hundred men-at-arms--

enough to overwhelm what
remains of my household guard.

I need the gold cloaks.

The City Watch
is 2,000 strong

and sworn to defend
the King's peace.

Look at you.

You know what
you want me to do,

you know it has
to be done,

but it's not honorable
so the words stick in your throat.

When the Queen
proclaims one King

and the Hand
proclaims another,

whose peace do
the Gold Cloaks protect?

Who do they follow?

- The man who pays them.
- ( Gate rattling )

( Barks )

( Wind gusting )

( Unison ) Hear my words and bear
witness to my vow.

Night gathers
and now my watch begins.

It shall not end
until my death.

I shall take no wife,

hold no lands,
father no children.

I shall wear no crowns
and win no glory.

I shall live and die
at my post.

I am the sword
in the darkness.

I am the watcher
on the Walls.

I am the shield that guards
the realms of men.

I pledge my li and honor
to The Night's Watch,

for this night and all
the nights to come.

You knelt as boys.

Rise now as men
of The Night's Watch.

Well done.
Well done.

What's he got there?

To me, Ghost.
Bring it here.

Gods be good!

What will they
do to him?

When the Khalasar rides,
he'll be leashed to a saddle,

forced to run behind the horses
for as long as he can.

And when he falls?

I saw a man
last nine miles once.

King Robert
still wants me dead.

This poisoner was the first.
He won't be the last.

I thought
he'd leave me alone--

now that my brother
is gone.

He will never
leave you alone.

If you ride to darkest Asshai,
his assassins will follow you.

If you sailed all the way
to the Basilisk Isles,

his spies would tell him.

He will never
abandon the hunt.

You're a Targaryen--
the last Targaryen.

Your son will have
Targaryen blood

with 40,000 riders
behind him.

He will not have my son.

He will not have
you either, Khaleesi.

( Soft sobs )

( Riders cheering )

( Shouting )

Lord Stark!

- Stop!
- Ned: No, all right.

It's all right.
Let him through.

Lord Stark, King Joffrey
and the Queen Regent

request your presence
in the Throne Room.

King Joffrey?

King Robert is gone.

The Gods give him rest.

( Bells tolling )

All is accomplished.
The City Watch is yours.

Good.

Is Lord Renly joining us?

I fear Lord Renly
has left the city.

He rode through
the Old Gate

an hour before dawn

with Ser Loras Tyrell
and some 50 retainers.

Last seen galloping south
in some haste.

( Sighs )

We stand behind you,
Lord Stark.

Steward:
All hail his Grace,

Joffrey of Houses
Baratheon and Lannister,

the first of his name,

King of the Andals
and the First Men,

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms

and Protector of the Realm.

I command the Council to make
all necessary arrangements

for my coronation.

I wish to be crowned
within the fortnight.

Today I shall accept
oaths of fealty

from my loyal councilors.

Ser Barristan,

I believe no man here
could ever question your honor.

King Robert's seal--
unbroken.

"Lord Eddard Stark
is herein named

Protector of the Realm,

to rule as Regent

until the heir
come of age."

May I see that letter,
Ser Barristan?

Protector of the realm.

Is this meant
to be your shield, Lord Stark?

A piece of paper?

- Those were the King's words.
- We have a new King now.

Lord Eddard, when we last spoke
you offered me some counsel.

Allow me to return
the courtesy.

Bend the knee, My Lord.

Bend the knee and swear
loyalty to my son--

and we shall allow you
to live out your days

in the gray waste
you call home.

Your son has no claim
to the throne.

- ( Scoffs )
- Liar!

You condemn yourself with
your own mouth, Lord Stark.

Ser Barristan,
seize this traitor.

Ser Barristan is a good man, a loyal man.
Do him no harm.

You think
he stands alone?

Kill him!
Kill all of them, I command it!

Commander,

take the Queen and her
children into custody.

Escort them back
to the royal apartments

and keep them there,
under guard.

Men of the Watch!

I want no bloodshed.

Tell your men
to lay down their swords.

No one needs to die.

Commander: Now!

I did warn you
not to trust me.

( Theme music playing )

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