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( latch clanks )

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?

( footsteps approaching )

Get back to work.

Jaqen:
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.

( gasps )

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.

( winces )

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.

( whimpers )

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.

( rl coughing )

( labored breathing )

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.

( labored breathing )

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.

( bowl scrapes )

I've devoted my life
to him now.

You don't want
to hurt anymore?

Drink.

Jaqen:
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--

- ( swords scraping )
- Man: Water.

- ( grunts )
- ( man laughs )

Got a lot of fight
in you, huh?

( grunts )

( chuckles )

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.

( exhales )

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.

Tyrion:
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.

( laughs )

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.

- ( laughs )
- 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.

( laughing )

- ( seagulls screeching )
- ( bell ringing )

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.

Doran:
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.

Bronn:
♪ 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.

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

( sighs )

I like to improvise.

That explains
the golden hand.

Ellaria:
Unbowed. Unbent.
Unbroken.

For Oberyn.

All:
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.

( grunts )

- ( shrieks )
- That was something stupid.

We have to go,
Myrcella, now.

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

But we have to--

( grunts )

Oh, for fuck's sake.

( shouting )

( whip cracks )

Take her!

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

I wasn't asking,
princess.

( screams )

- Ah!
- Drop your weapons!

Obara:
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.

( sword clatters )

You fight pretty good
for a little girl.

( shouting )

- ( horses neighing )
- ( seagulls screeching )

Halt!

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

Well, why have we stopped?
Go on.

( horses neighing )

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.

( tapping )

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?

( sighs )

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.

( door opens, closes )

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.

High Sparrow:
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?

Olyvar:
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?

Olyvar:
He has a birthmark,
Your Grace.

Quite high on his thigh.

Wine-colored and roughly
the shape of Dorne.

No! Liar!

( grunting )

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.

Margaery:
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!

( shouting )
Tommen!

( knocks on door )

( wind whistling )

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?

Myranda:
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 you
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.

- ( knocks on door )
- 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?

Theon:
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.

( sighs )

My father said
you're still a virgin.

- Uh, yes.
- Why?

Why are you
still a virgin?

Afraid of dwarves?
( chuckles )

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.

( gasps )

( clothes ripping )

( whimpering )

- ( breathing quickly )
- ( belt buckle clinking )

- ( Ramsay grunting )
- ( Sansa groaning )

( Sansa crying )

( Sansa cries out )

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