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Tansy!

Tansy!

- Tansy!
- (DOGS BARKING)

(GROWLING)

(BARKING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Tansy!

- (TANSY SCREAMS)
- There you are.

(BARKING)

(SCREAMING)

I can't see her. Tansy!

(PANTING)

(LAUGHING) Tansy!

- (SCREAMS)
- If you make it out of the woods, you win!

Run, Tansy!

(SCREAMS)

(WHIMPERING)

(SOBBING)

Tansy!
Where is she?

- Tansy!
- (BARKING)

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMS)

(WAILING)

Good girls. Down.

Well done. You, too.

- I only wounded her.
- You brought her down. That's what matters.

A fine shot. Wasn't it, Reek?

- A fine shot, master. My lady.
- Please, my lord.

- (SOBBING) It hurts. Please.
- Sweet. Don't cry.

It will be over soon.

She thinks she's pretty.

Let me put one through her face.

We have to
reward the hounds, love.

- They did all the hard work.
- Why? I did whatever you asked.

But you made Myranda feel jealous.

- Me, jealous of her?
- My lord, please.

You can see that your presence
has become a bit of a problem.

- (SOBBING)
- (DOGS SNARLING)

Rip her!

- Rip her!
- (TANSY SCREAMING)

(DOGS BITING)

Not so pretty now.

TYRION: Your new hand,
it's nicer than the old one.

Wouldn't you agree, Pod?

- Is it solid gold?
- Gilded steel.

You're not eating. Why is no one eating?

My wife wastes away
and my brother starves himself.

- I'm not hungry.
- You lost a hand, not a stomach.

Try the boar.

Cersei can't get enough of it
since one killed Robert for her.

A toast.

To the proud Lannister children.

The dwarf, the cripple,
and the mother of madness.

- I'll clean it up.
- No, I'll do it. Leave us.

It's only wine.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I can't fight any more.

What about your left?

I can hold a sword,
but all my instincts are wrong.

How can I protect the King
when I can hardly wipe my own ass?

You're the Lord Commander now.

Command. Let others do the fighting.

When was the last time Father used a sword?

I'm not Father. I'm the Kingslayer.

When people find out
I can't slay a pigeon...

Train, then.

- Learn to fight with your other hand.
- With whom? You?

Men talk.

As soon as someone discovers I can't fight,
he'll tell everyone.

You need a proper, discreet swordsman.

I have just the one.

My brother tells me
you can keep your mouth shut.

Unusual talent for a sellsword.

He tells me you shit gold,
just like your father.

Is this place safe?

There's this knight, Leygood.
Got thunderbolts on his shield.

Uh-huh.

Right here is where I fuck his wife.

She's a screamer, that one.

If they don't hear her, they won't hear us.

(WHISTLES) I've never seen Valyrian steel
before. She's a beauty.

Problem is,

if you fight with an edged blade,
I'll have to.

And if I fight with an edged blade,

I'll have no one left to pay me.

(BLADE CLATTERS)

I haven't used a sparring sword
since I was nine.

Mmm-mmm.

(GROANS)

Bold warrior you are,
attacking a man when his guard's down.

Best time to attack a man.

Mind yourself.

- If I still had my right hand...
- Plan on growing it back?

(PANTING)

Come on, then.

Open the gates!

Riders coming in!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Let's get these horses seen to!

Father. Welcome home.

Walda, this is Ramsay Snow, my bastard.

A pleasure, Mother.

Hello.

See that the horses are fed,
watered, and rubbed down.

And take Lady Walda to her chambers.

This way, my lady.

Where is your prize?

With the hounds.

I'll have a look at him.

I hear you took a hand from the Kingslayer.

Word travels. How he screamed.

- You would have loved it.
- (LAUGHS)

Father.

(THEON GRUNTS)

What did you do to him?

I trained him.

He was a slow learner, but he learned.

- You flayed him.
- Peeled a few bits.

Removed a few others.

This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir.

We've been flaying our enemies
for 1,000 years.

The flayed man is on our banners.

My banners, not yours.

You're not a Bolton. You're a Snow.

Tywin Lannister has given me the North.

But he won't lift a finger
to help me take it.

As long as the ironborn hold Moat Cailin,

our armies are trapped south of the Neck.

Theon was a valuable hostage,
not your plaything.

I wanted to trade him for Moat Cailin.

I already asked.

Lord Greyjoy refused.

Savages have no...

You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy
without my consent?

You made me acting Lord of the Dreadfort.

I acted.

I had to smuggle myself into my own lands,
thanks to the Greyjoys.

I needed Theon whole.

Theon was our enemy.

But Reek

will never betray us.

I placed far too much trust in you.

Reek, how could you let me stand
before my father unshaven?

- It's disrespectful.
- Sorry, my lord.

Give him the razor.

I'm not a Bolton, Father.
What does it matter?

Go on, Reek.

A nice close shave.

Reek,

tell Father,

where are Bran and Rickon Stark?

I don't know, my lord.

You murdered them

and displayed their corpses at Winterfell.

Reek,

did you murder the Stark boys?

No, my lord.

Just two farm boys.

And crisped them
so no one would know?

Yes, my lord.

The Starks have always ruled the North.

If Bran and Rickon are alive,

the country will rally to their side,

now that Robb Stark is gone.

Oh, that's right, Reek.

Robb Stark is dead.

Sorry.

I know he was like a brother to you.

But my father put a knife through his heart.

How do you feel about that?

(WHIMPERING)

- You ready for a hunt?
- Always.

Find those boys and I'll give you
1,000 acres and a holdfast.

Your pet rat have any thoughts
on which way they went after Winterfell?

Jon Snow is at Castle Black.

Who the fuck is Jon Snow?

Their bastard brother.

He could be sheltering them.

He may know where they are.

Even if he doesn't, he's half Stark himself.

Could be a threat.

You want to prove yourself a Bolton?

Gather whatever men you can
and ride for Moat Cailin.

Bring this creature of yours.

Maybe he'll be of some use.

Take the Moat for the family,
for our family,

and I'll reconsider your position.

Lord Varys. Breakfasting with the King?

I'm afraid foreigners aren't welcome
at such exclusive affairs.

Oh, to be foreign.

(CLEARS THROAT) Shae has been noticed.

Sansa's maid saw you with her.
She already told your sister.

It's only a matter of time
before your father hears.

So I'm guilty of being seen with
my own wife's handmaiden.

My father will ask you if there's anything
more, and you'll tell him some clever lie.

No, I will not.

How long do you imagine
your father and sister would let me live

if they suspected me of lying?

I have no pet sellsword to protect me.

No legendary brother to avenge me.

Only little birds who whisper in my ear.

Forgive me if I don't weep for you.

No one weeps for spiders, or whores.

I have friends across the sea
who could help her.

She won't leave.

I've told her this is a dangerous place
so many times, she no longer believes it.

Your father has promised to hang
the next whore he finds you with.

Have you ever known your father
to make an idle threat?

From House Tyrell
and the people of the Reach,

Your Grace, it is my honour
to present you with this wedding cup.

May you and my daughter Margaery
drink deep and live long.

A handsome goblet, my lord.

Or shall I call you Father?

I should be honoured, Your Grace.

She's the whore I told you about.

The dark-haired one.

Have her brought to the Tower of the Hand
before the wedding.

Hmm.

A book?

The Lives of Four Kings.

Grand Maester Kaeth's history of
the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon,

Baelor the Blessed,

Aegon the Unworthy, and Daeron the Good.

A book every king should read.

Now that the war is won,

we should all find time for wisdom.

Thank you, Uncle.

One of only two Valyrian steel swords
in the capital, Your Grace,

freshly forged in your honour.

Careful, Your Grace.

Nothing cuts like Valyrian steel.

So they say.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Such a great sword should have a name.
What shall I call her?

Stormbringer.

Terminus.
Widow's Wail.

- Wolfsbane.
- Widow's Wail. I like that.

(CHUCKLES)

Every time I use it,

it'll be like cutting off Ned Stark's head
all over again.

(DOOR OPENS)

Don't.

You want me on the desk?

- What's wrong, my lion?
- Don't call me that.

What should I call you?

I'm afraid our friendship can't continue.

Our friendship?

There's a ship waiting in the harbour
bound for Pentos.

What?

You'll have your own cabin,

and across the Narrow Sea a house, servants.

- What is this?
- I'm a married man.

My wife has suffered a great deal,
as you well know.

I don't want her to suffer any more
on my account.

I need to uphold my vows.

She doesn't want you.

- I need to do right by her.
- You don't want her.

By our children.

What are you afraid of

- I'm not afraid.
- You are.

You are afraid of your father
and your sister.

- You're going to run from them all your life?
- I need you to leave.

I'm not afraid of them.

- I'm not going to run from them.
- Shae.

We will fight them together.

It's like you said,
I am yours and you are mine.

You're a whore!

Sansa is fit to bear my children,
and you are not.

I can't be in love with a whore.

I can't have children with a whore.

How many men have you been with?
500? 5,000?

How many whores have you been with?

I have enjoyed my time with all of them,

and I have enjoyed my time
with you most of all.

But now that time is over.

(SHAE SOBBING)

You'll have a comfortable life in Pentos.

Bronn will escort you to your ship.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (WOMAN SCREAMING)
- MELISANDRE: Hear us now.

Accept these tokens of our faith, my lord,

and lead us from the darkness.

(WAILING)

Sire, I served you well.

(CHANTING)
Lord of Light, show us the way.

- Lead us from the darkness.
- Selyse, you're my sister!

- Yours are the stars that guide us.
- Tell him!

- Tell him!
- MELISANDRE: Lord of Light, protect us,

for the night is dark and full of terrors.

(SCREAMING)

Did you see? Their souls.

It was their souls.

Our lord took them. Did you see?

Lord Florent was your brother by law.

STANNIS: He was an infidel.

He worshipped the gods
of his fathers and their fathers before him.

They were the gods of your fathers, too.

I ordered him to tear down his idols.
He disobeyed.

How many ships did he bring to your cause?
How many men?

A good deal more than you.

Did you see, Ser Davos?

They'