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(cawing)

(dog barking)

— You’re wearing a black cloak again.

— I’ve been sent to negotiate with you.

— It appears my trusting nature got the better of me.

— It’s happened before.

— I was hoping your loyalty was real when you pledged yourself to us, Jon Snow.

— Truly I was.

— The Halfhand ordered me to join your army

— and bring back whatever information I could to Castle Black.

— He made me kill him so you’d trust me.

— I was loyal…

— to him and to my Night’s Watch vows.

— All your vows?

— She wasn’t enough to turn you, eh?

— Were you enough to turn her?

— She put three arrows in me

— when I escaped.

— Did you see her again at Castle Black?

— Yes. — And?

— She’s dead.

— Your doing? — No.

— We’ll drink to her.

— Of all the ways I’d kill you,

— poison would be the last.

— Ygritte. — Ygritte.

— (coughs)

— That’s not wine.

— No, it’s a proper northern drink, Jon Snow.

— You did well. Fought hard.

— Killed some of our strongest men.

— One of our giants went into your tunnel

— and never came out again.

— Mag the Mighty.

— He’s dead.

— He killed my friend Grenn.

— He was their king.

— The last of a bloodline that stretches back

— before the First Men.

— Grenn came from a farm.

— Mag and Grenn. — Grenn and Mag.

— Kullback, could I trouble you for something to eat?

— I don’t imagine our guest has eaten anything

— for quite some time.

— So, you’re here to strike a bargain?

— Turn your army around and go home.

— You know I know you’re low on arrows,

— you’re low on oil, you’re low on men.

— How many are left, 50?

— I told Tormund and Orell.

— We have more than 1,000 men.

— I showed you everything I had.

— The whole army, 100,000 strong.

— And what did you do? You fired on us with everything you had.

— It wasn’t much. As soon as I saw that,

— I sent 400 men to climb the Wall,

— an unmanned stretch five miles west of here.

— A lot of them will die climbing,

— but most of them will be over by the end of the day.

— It’s me being honest with you, Jon Snow,

— which is more than you’ve ever done for me.

— My people have bled enough.

— We’re not here to conquer.

— We’re here to hide behind your Wall.

— Just like you. We need your tunnel.

— Now we both know that winter is coming.

— And if my people aren’t south of the Wall when it comes in earnest,

— we’ll all end up worse than dead.

— You want to strike a bargain with me?

— Here’s the bargain.

— You go back, you open the gates to us,

— and I swear to you that no one else will die.

— Refuse,

— and we’ll kill every last man at Castle Black.

— Ah!

— Oh, that’s why you’re here.

— I reckon you could do it before any of them could stop you.

— They’d kill you, of course.

— They’d kill you slow.

— But you knew that when you came in here.

— Are you capable of that, Jon Snow?

— Killing a man in his own tent when he’s just offered you peace?

— Is that what the Night’s Watch is?

— Is that what you are?

— (horn blows) — Man: Riders coming!

— Are you attacking us? — No.

— It’s like you said, we don’t have the men.

— (horn blowing) — (dogs barking)

(men shouting)

(horse whinnies)

— Hold! To me! To me!

(men shouting)

— Stand down!

— I said my people have bled enough

— and I meant it.

(shouting)

Man: — Round them up.

— Stay with the horses.

— You’re the King-beyond-the-Wall?

— Do you know who I am? — Never had the pleasure.

— This is Stannis Baratheon,

— the one true king of the Seven Kingdoms.

— We’re not in the Seven Kingdoms and you’re not dressed for this weather.

— It is customary to kneel when surrendering to a king.

— We do not kneel.

— I’ll have thousands of your men in chains by nightfall,

— have nowhere to put them, have nothing to feed them.

— I’m not here to slaughter beat dogs.

— Their fate depends on their king.

— All the same, we do not kneel.

— Take these men away.

— What’s a man of the Night’s Watch doing in a wildling camp?

— I was sent to discuss terms with the King-beyond-the-Wall.

— You’re speaking to the one true king, boy.

— You will address him as Your Grace.

— I know he’s the king. My father died for him.

— My name is Jon Snow, Your Grace.

— I’m Ned Stark’s son.

— Your father was an honorable man.

— He was, Your Grace.

— What do you think he’d have done with him?

— I was this man’s prisoner once.

— He could have tortured me. He could have killed me.

— But he spared my life.

— I think my father would have taken him prisoner,

— listened to what he had to say.

— Very well, then. Take him.

— Your Grace.

— If my father had seen the things that I’ve seen,

— he’d also tell you to burn the dead before nightfall.

— All of them.

(flies buzzing)

— I would suggest milk of the poppy

— to ease his pain, but he is completely insensate.

— Bloody Martells.

— The cause appears to be manticore venom.

— It is. The Death’s Head manticore.

— Yes, I’ve read a great deal about it.

— It’s a horrible poison.

— Usually Mantari in origin.

— Oh! Yes, yes.

— There’s nothing to be done.

— Yes, there is.

— May I ask what you think you’re doing?

— Saving him.

— Your Grace, I wish it were otherwise,

— but Ser Gregor is beyond saving.

— Well, well beyond.

— This man is not even a maester,

— let alone Grand Maester.

— That’s for the best.

— No maester knows how to save him.

— That is exactly the sort of arrogance

— that had him expelled from the Citadel, Your Grace.

— His curiosity was deemed dangerous and unnatural.

— Rightly so, in my opinion.

— You’re dismissed, Grand Maester.

— But, Your Grace, this is my laboratory.

— Not anymore. Pycelle: — But I…

(scoffs)

(door opens)

— You can save him? — Difficult to say, Your Grace.

— But if my past work is any guide…

(door slams)

— …we stand a chance.

— Do everything you can.

— Come to me for anything you need.

— Thank you, Your Grace.

— You should know,

— the process may change him…

— somewhat.

— Will it weaken him?

— Oh, no.

— Very well, then.

Tywin: — Not another word.

— We’ve been over this. The matter’s closed.

— I’m opening it again.

— You were betrothed to Loras Tyrell.

— You’re still betrothed to Loras Tyrell.

— And you will marry Loras Tyrell

— as soon as Tommen marries Margaery.

— I will not.

— Jaime cannot marry or inherit lands.

— Tyrion’s sentence will be carried out tomorrow.

— You have on several occasions made great claims

— about your commitment to this family’s future.

— Your role in that future

— is more vital now than it ever was.

— I don’t care.

— I will stay in King’s Landing where I belong with my son the king.

— When you were nine years old, I was called to the capital.

— I decided to take your brother with me and not you.

— You insisted that you would not be left at Casterly Rock

— under any circumstances. And if you recall–

— I’m not interested in hearing another one of your smug stories

— about the time you won.

— This isn’t going to be one of those times.

— Do you think you’ll be the first person

— dragged into a sept to be married against her will?

— When you marched into the throne room to tell me

— we’d won the Battle of Blackwater… Do you remember?

— I was sitting on the Iron Throne with Tommen.

— I was about to give him essence of nightshade.

— That’s how far I was willing to go when I thought

— someone awful had come to take my son away.

— Someone awful is coming to take him away.

— No. — Joffrey is dead.

— Myrcella’s been sold like livestock.

— And now you want to ship me off to Highgarden and steal my boy.

— My last boy.

— Margaery will dig her claws in,

— you will dig your claws in and you’ll fight over him

— like beasts until you rip him apart.

— I will burn our house to the ground before I let that happen.

— And how will you do that?

— I’ll tell everyone the truth.

— What truth would that be?

— You don’t know, do you?

— You never believed it.

— How is that possible?

— What am I saying? Of course it’s possible.

— How can someone so consumed by the idea of his family

— have any conception what his actual family was doing?

— We were right there in front of you and you didn’t see us.

— One look in the past 20 years,

— one real look at your own children and you would have known.

— Known what?

— Everything they say is true.

— About Jaime and me. — No.

— Your legacy is a lie. — No, no, no, no.

— I don’t believe you.

— Yes, you do.

— Jaime.

— You won.

— One fewer brother. Must be proud of yourself.

— There’s really nothing you wouldn’t do, is there?

— For my family, no, nothing.

— I would do things for my family you couldn’t imagine.

— Tyrion is your family. — He’s not.

— You don’t get to choose. — I do. So do you.

— You can choose the creature that killed our mother to come into this world–

— Are you really mad enough to blame him for that?

— He didn’t decide to kill her. He was an infant.

— A disease doesn’t decide to kill you.

— All the same, you cut it out before it does.

— What do you decide? What do you choose?

— The things I did to get back to you,

— to endure all that, only to find you–

— I choose you.

— Those are words. — Yes.

— Like the ones I just said to Father.

— I told him.

— Told him what?

— I told him about us.

— You told him?

— I told him I won’t marry Loras Tyrell.

— I told him I’m staying right here with Tommen, with you.

— You think he’ll just accept that?

— Go and ask him.

— What did you say?

— I don’t want to talk about Tywin Lannister.

— I don’t choose Tywin Lannister.

— I don’t love Tywin Lannister.

— I love my brother.

— I love my lover.

— People will whisper, they’ll make their jokes.

— Let them.

— They’re all so small, I can’t even see them.

— I only see what matters.

— Someone will walk in.

— I don’t care.

—

—

—

—

—

—

—

— I can speak the common tongue if you wish.

— You speak it very well.

— Before you freed me, I belonged to Master Mighdal.

— I was tutor to his children.

— I taught them languages and history.

— They know a great deal about your family because of me.

— Little Calla is only seven,

— but she admires you very much.

— I hope I can prove worthy of her admiration.

— What can I do for you?

— When you took the city, the children begged me

— not to leave the house.

— But Master Mighdal and I agreed that I must.

— So I lost my home.

— Now I live on the streets.

— I have outfitted mess halls

— to feed all former slaves and barracks to shelter them.

— I do not mean to offend, Your Grace.

— I went to one of these places.

— The young prey on the old.

— Take what they want and beat us if we resist.

— My Unsullied will make them safe again in short order,

— my friend, this I promise you.

— Even if they are safe, who would I be there?

— What purpose would I serve?

— With my master, I was a teacher.

— I had the respect and love of his children.

— What is it that you want from me?

— Your Grace, I ask you

— to let me sell myself back to Master Mighdal.

— You want to return to a man who owned you

— like a goat or a chair?

— Please, Your Grace.

— The young may rejoice in the new world you have built for them,

— but for those of us too old to change,

— there is only fear and squalor.

— I am not alone.

— There are many outside waiting to beg the same of you.

— I did not take this city to preside

— over the injustice I fought to destroy.

— I took it to bring people freedom.

— But freedom means making your own choices.

— I will allow you to sign a contract with your former master.

— It may not cover a period lasting longer than a year.

— Thank you, Your Grace.

— Thank you.

— The masters will take advantage of this situation.

— The men serving them

— will be slaves in all but name.

— Approach, my friend.

—

—

—

(sobbing)

(speaking low Valyrian)

Missandei: — I have brought you–

— He came from the sky.

— The black one.

— The winged shadow.

— He came from the sky and…

— My girl.

— My little girl.

(sobbing)

Daenerys: — What was her name?

Missandei: — Zala, Your Grace.

— How old was she? — Three.

— Three.

—

—

—

—

(screeching)

(roaring)

(screeching)

(screeching)

(screeching)

Aemon: — They came to us from White Harbor and Barrowton,

— from Fairmarket and King’s Landing,

— from north and south,

— from east and west.

— They died protecting men, women, and children

— who will never know their names.

— It is for us to remember them.

— Our brothers,

— we shall never see their like again.

All: — And now their watch is ended.

Aemon: — And now their watch is ended.

— Your old blind man patched me up.

— Why?

— He’s sworn to treat all wounded men, friend or foe.

— You want me alive so you can torture me?

— No one’s gonna torture you.

— So how do we die? Hanging? Beheading?

— Drop us from the top of the Wall?

— I don’t know what happens to the prisoners.

— Who decides?

— I suppose Stannis does.

— He your king now?

— I don’t have a king.

— You spent too much time with us, Jon Snow.

— You can never be a kneeler again.

— We’re gonna burn the bodies of your dead.

— Do you want to say any words over them?

— Words? What kind of words?

— Funeral words. I don’t know how the free folk do it.

— Do what?

— Say farewell.

— The dead can’t hear us, boy.

— Snow.

— Did you love her?

— She loved you.

— She told you?

— No.

— All she ever talked about was killing you.

— That’s how I know.

— She belongs in the North.

— The real North.

— You understand me?

(wind howling)

(groaning)

— We can stop. We can rest.

— We’ll rest with the three-eyed raven.

— We’re not going to make it.

— We’re already here.

Bran: — Jojen.

— Jojen.

— Look, Jojen. Look.

(groaning)

— Jojen! Come on!

— Help them! Now!

Meera: — Hold on to me!

— Hang on!

— Hodor. — Help them!

— Hodor.

— (growling) — Hodor!

— (screeching)

— (grunts)

— Hodor!

— (growling)

— Hodor. (whimpering)

— Hodor!

Jojen: — Bran!

— Save yourself, now!

— (grunting)

— (shouts)

Girl: — Come with me, Brandon Stark.

— (gasping)

— He is lost.

— Come with me or die with him.

— Go with them.

— (ice bursting)

— (slices)

— (growling)

— They cannot follow us.

— The power that moves them is powerless here.

— Who are you?

— The First Men called us the children,

— but we were born long before them.

— Come, he waits for you.

— (crow caws)

— (caws)

— You’re the three-eyed raven?

— I’ve been many things.

— Now I am what you see.

— My brother, he led us to you and now he–

— He knew what would happen.

— From the moment he left,

— he knew and he went anyway.

— How do you know?

— I’ve been watching you.

— All of you.

— All of your lives.

— With 1,000 eyes and one.

— Now you’ve come to me at last,

— Brandon Stark.

— Though the hour is late.

— I didn’t want anyone to die for me.

— He died so you could find what you have lost.

— You’re going to help me walk again?

— You will never walk again.

— But you will fly.

— (bird squawks)

— Podrick.

— Podrick.

— Where are the horses?

— I hobbled them last night.

— What sort of hobble?

— A figure eight like you taught me.

— If you did it like I taught you,

— then the horses would be here.

— Thieves, maybe?

— It’s at least 30 miles to the Eyrie from here.

— You’re carrying the saddlebags.

— (grunting)

— People coming.

— You can shit later. There’s people coming.

— Morning.

— Morning.

— I like your sword.

— Are we getting close to the Bloody Gate?

— About 10 more miles.

— Did you hear that, Podrick?

— Only 10 more miles to the Bloody Gate.

— Are you a knight?

— No.

— But you know how to use that sword?

— I do.

— Does it have a name?

— Oathkeeper.

— Mine’s Needle.

— Good name.

— Who taught you how to fight?

— My father.

— Mine never wanted to.

— Said fighting was for boys.

— Mine said the same.

— But I kept fighting the boys anyway.

— Kept losing.

— Finally my father said, «If you’re going to do it,

— you might as well do it right.»

— Seven blessings.

— I’m Brienne of Tarth. This is Podrick Payne.

— You want something?

— That’s Sandor Clegane. The Hound.

— You’re Arya Stark.

— I asked if you wanted something.

— I swore to your mother I would bring you home to her.

— My mother’s dead.

— I know.

— I wish I could have been there to protect her.

— You’re not a northerner.

— No, but I swore a sacred vow to protect her.

— Why didn’t you?

— She commanded me to bring Jaime Lannister back to King’s Landing.

— You’re paid by the Lannisters.

— You’re here for the bounty on me.

— I’m not paid by the Lannisters.

— No?

— Fancy sword you’ve got there.

— Where’d you get it?

— I’ve been looking at Lannister gold all my life.

— Go on, Brienne of fucking Tarth.

— Tell me that’s not Lannister gold.

— Jaime Lannister gave me this sword.

— The Bloody Gate is 10 miles.

— I swore to your mother by the old gods–

— I don’t care what you swore.

— Arya! Hound: — You heard the girl.

— She’s not coming with you. — She is.

— You’re not a good listener.

— That Valyrian steel?

— I always wanted some Valyrian steel.

— Come with me, Arya. I’ll take you to safety.

— Safety? Where the fuck’s that?

— Her aunt in the Eyrie is dead. Her mother’s dead.

— Her father’s dead. Her brother’s dead.

— Winterfell is a pile of rubble.

— There is no safety, you dumb bitch.

— You don’t know that by now,

— you’re the wrong one to watch over her.

— And that’s what you’re doing?

— Watching over her?

— Aye, that’s what I’m doing.

— (grunts)

— (panting)

— (grunts)

— I have no wish to kill you, Ser.

— I’m not a knight.

— (grunts)

— (groans)

— (screams)

— (screaming)

— (groans)

— (shouting)

— Arya!

— Arya!

— Arya!

— Where is she? Podrick: — She was just here.

— Why weren’t you watching her?

— I was watching you. I thought you might need some help.

— Which way, Pod? Which way did she go?

— I think that way.

Brienne: — Arya!

— Arya!

— (panting)

— You still here?

— (coughs)

— Big bitch saved you.

— I don’t need saving.

— No, not you. You’re a real killer.

— With your water dancing

— and your Needle.

— You gonna die?

— Unless there’s a maester hiding behind that rock,

— aye,

— I’m done.

— I’d skin you alive for wine.

— Fuck water.

— Killed by a woman.

— (chuckles)

— I bet you like that.

— Go on,

— go after her.

— She’ll help you.

— Going it alone,

— you won’t last a day out there.

— I’ll last longer than you.

— You remember where the heart is?

— Fuck it.

— I’m ready.

— Go on, girl.

— Another name off your list.

— You kept promising me.

— I cut down your butcher’s boy.

— The ginger.

— He was begging for mercy.

— «Please, Ser. Please don’t kill me.

— Please, please.»

— Bled all over my horse.

— Saddle stunk of butcher’s boy for weeks.

— And your sister.

— Your pretty sister.

— I should have taken her.

— That night the Blackwater burned.

— I should have fucked her bloody.

— At least I’d have one happy memory.

— Do I have to beg you?

— Do it.

— Do it.

— Do it.

— Kill me.

— Kill me!

— Kill me!

— Kill me!

— (door opens)

— (door closes)

— (footsteps)

— Oh, get on with it, you son of a whore.

— Is that any way to speak about our mother?

— What are you doing?

— What do you think I’m doing?

— A galley’s waiting in the bay bound for the Free Cities.

— Who’s helping you? — Varys.

— Varys? – You have more friends than you thought.

— There’s a locked door at the top of the stairs.

— Knock on it twice, then twice again.

— Varys will open.

— I suppose this is good-bye, then.

— Farewell, little brother.

— Jaime.

— Thank you for my life.

— Quickly now.

— Tywin?

— My lion.

— (grunting)

— (choking)

— (grunts)

— (gasping)

— (whimpers)

— I’m sorry.

— (exhales)

— I’m sorry.

— (crossbow lever dragging)

— (door creaks)

— Tyrion.

— Put down the crossbow.

— Who released you?

— Your brother, I expect.

— He always had a soft spot for you.

— Come, we’ll go and talk in my chambers.

— This is how you want to speak to me, hmm?

— Shaming your father has always given you pleasure.

— All my life

— you’ve wanted me dead.

— Yes.

— But you refused to die.

— I respect that.

— Even admire it.

— You fight for what’s yours.

— I’d never let them execute you.

— Is that what you fear?

— I’ll never let Ilyn Payne take your head.

— You’re a Lannister.

— You’re my son.

— I loved her.

— Who?

— Shae.

— Oh, Tyrion.

— Put down that crossbow. — I murdered her.

— With my own hands.

— It doesn’t matter. — Doesn’t matter?

— She was a whore.

— Say that word again… — And what?

— You’ll kill your own father in the privy?

— No.

— You’re my son.

— Now, enough of this nonsense.

— I am your son and you sentenced me to die.

— You knew I didn’t poison Joffrey,

— but you sentenced me all the same.

— Why? — Enough.

— We’ll go back to my chambers

— and speak with some dignity.

— I can’t go back there. She’s in there.

— You’re afraid of a dead whore?

— (groans)

— You shot me.

— (groans)

— You’re no son of mine.

— I am your son.

— I have always been your son.

— (groans)

— What have you done?

— Quickly.

— Trust me, my friend. I brought you this far.

— (bells tolling)

— I want to see the captain.

— You’re seeing him.

— I want to go north to the Wall.

— No, you don’t.

— I can pay.

— There is nothing in the North but ice and war and pirates.

— I wouldn’t need a cabin. Please.

— I could work scrubbing the floors.

— I’m not going north, child. I’m going home.

— Where’s home? — The Free City of Braavos.

— Wait. I have something else.

— More silver won’t make a difference.

— It’s not silver. It’s iron.

— This…

— How did you–

— Valar morghulis.

— Valar dohaeris.

— Of course, you shall have a cabin.

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