All language subtitles for S03_E06_The_Climb

You've got too
much wood in there.

But the more wood, the bigger the fire.

It needs to breathe.

Take off that big log.

You know your fires.

Someone built your
fires for you growing up?

It doesn't get so cold down in the reach.

And there were servants, of course.

I knew you were highborn.

Oh, I found something
at the fist of the first men.

Buried treasure.
Thousands of years old. I think.

What does it do?

I'm not sure that it does anything.

It's beautiful, though, isn't it?

How much longer?

Not so far. A few more days.

Is the wall as big as they say?

Bigger.

So big you can't even
see the top sometimes.

It's hidden in clouds.

You're playing with me.

I'm not.

It's 700 feet high, all made of ice.

On a warm day you can see it weeping.

Castle black is nice enough.

They keep a fire burning in the long
hall day and night.

And hobb makes venison stew with onions.

Very tasty.

Sometimes, one of the brothers will sing.

Dareon sings best.

- Do you sing?
- No.

No, no, no. Not very well.

Sing me a song.

Oh, all right. Let's see.

The father's face is stem and strong

he sits and judges right from wrong

he weighs our lives, the short and long

and loves the little children

the mother gives the gift of life

and watches over every wife

her gentle smile ends all strife

and she loves her little children

That's not how you skin a rabbit.

I know how to skin a rabbit.

Not by the looks of it.

Osha: You grow up north of the wall,

you learn the proper way to handle game.

I didn't see any game before I got here.

If I had a bow, I could have shot a dozen.

Well, I made this bow myself.

Guess you don't learn
how to do that north of the wall.

You learn how to use your fists.

Oh, you're gonna punch
the rabbits to death?

I had someone else in mind.

Well, someone else is sitting right here.

You're both very good at skinning rabbits.

Some of us are just a little better.

Well, some of us would say thank you

when someone else
hunts down their breakfast for them.

Or don't they teach you
to say thank you north of the wall?

You've got
a big mouth, girl, and too many teeth.

- Brandon: Stop it!
- Hodor: Hmm.

- Hodor.
- You've been fighting since you met.

Just stop it.

Lady Reed here's got
a stick so far up her ass,

it's a wonder her feet touch the ground.

You've been nasty to her every
day. Of course she's nasty back.

Me? It's my fault?

First time I met her,
she put a knife to my throat.

First time I met you,
you held a knife at me.

We can't fight each other.
We'll never make it to the wall.

I want you both to make peace.

Your way of skinning rabbits is quicker.

I said so, didn't I?

Osha!

You're a good little hunter.

Thank you. See? Not so hard, is it?

- Thank you.
- Don't push me.

Meera: I'm right here with you.

What's happening?

I'm right here with you.

What's wrong with him?

The visions take their toll.

He's having one now?

I saw Jon snow.

You saw him? At castle black?

He was on the wrong side of the wall,

surrounded by enemies.

Used to be you couldn't find a
tree within a mile of the wall.

Crows would come out
every morning with axes.

Your flock gets smaller every year.

You ever climbed it before?

But tormund's done it half a hundred times.

You're afraid.

Aren't you?

Well, it's a long way
up and a long way down.

But I've waited my whole life
to see the world from up there.

Here, sit down. I brought a pair for you.

They're too big for you, but they're good.

You kill someone for them?

Nah.

I didn't kill him,
but I bet his balls are still bruised.

He wasn't good to me
the way you're good to me.

Well, he didn't do
that thing you do with your tongue.

Can we not talk about that here?

"Can we not talk about that here?

"I'm Jon snow.

"I've killed dead men and qhorin halfhand,

"but I'm scared of naked girls."

Did I seem scared the other day?

You were trembling like a leaf.

Only in the beginning.

Huh.

Only in the beginning.

You're a proper lover, Jon snow.

And don't worry.

Your secret's safe with me.

What secret?

Do you think I'm as dumb as all those girls

in silk dresses you knew growing up?

You're onal and you're brave.

You didn't stop being a crow the day
you walked into mance rayder's tent.

But I'm your woman now, Jon snow.

You're going to be loyal to your woman.

The night's watch don't
care if you live or die.

Mance rayder don't care if I live or die.

We're just soldiers
and there's more to carry on if we go down.

It's you and me that matters to me and you.

Don't ever betray me.

I won't.

'Cause I'll cut your pretty cock right
off and wear it 'round me neck.

Sink your metal deep

and make sure it holds
before taking your next step.

And if you fall, don't scream.

You don't want that
to be the last thing she remembers.

Arya: Joffrey.

Cersei.

Ilyn Payne.

You're good.

You're not as good as you think you are.

Face, tits, balls...

I hit 'em right where I wanted to.

But you took your sweet time of it.

You won't be fighting
straw men, little lady.

Show me your position.

Keep your elbow high.

You want your back doing the hard labor.

You're holding.

Never hold.

What?

Your muscles tense up when you hold.

Pull the string back to
the center of your chin and release.

Never hold.

But I have to aim.

Never aim.

Never aim?

Your eye knows
where it wants the arrow to go.

Trust your eye.

There's someone out there.

That's about far enough.

We come as friends.

Anguy: Begging your pardon, m'iady,

but we'll be the judge of that.

Valar morghulis.

Thoros: Valar dohaeris.

I don't see many priestesses of r'hllor
in the riverlands.

You are thoros of myr.

The high priest gave you a mission.

Turn king Robert away from his idols
and towards the lord of light.

What happened?

I failed.

You quit, you mean.

The heathen continue to slaughter
each other and you continue to get drunk.

You worship him your way,
and I'll worship him mine.

Do you speak the common tongue?

My friends here don't speak high valyrian.

Why are you here, my lady?

Forgive my manners.

I don't see many ladies these days.

Lucky for the ladies.

How many times has
the lord brought him back?

Six.

That's not possible.

The lord has smiled upon me.

You should not have this power.

I have no power.

I ask the lord for his favor,

and he responds as he will.

I've always been a terrible priest.

Drank too much rum.

Fucked all the whores in king's landing.

It's a terrible thing to say,

but by the time I came
to Westeros, I didn't believe in our lord.

I decided that he, that all the gods,

were stories we
told the children to make them behave.

So I wore the robes, and every
now and then I'd recite the prayers,

but it was just for show.

A spectacle for the locals.

Until the mountain
drove a Lance through this one's heart.

I knelt beside his cold body
and said the old words.

Not because I believed in them, but...

He was my friend and he was dead.

And they were the only words I knew.

And for the first
time in my life, the lord replied.

Beric's eyes opened, and I knew the truth.

Our god is the one true god.

And all men must serve him.

You've been to the other side.

The other side?

There is no other side.

I have been to the darkness, my lady.

He sent you to us for a reason.

You have someone he needs.

Anguy: Bodkin point.

Penetrates plate at 200 yards.

Can you make 'em?

Yeah, nothing tricky about it.
Just need decent steel.

I'll get you the steel.

Man: Come on.

Arya: I don't like that woman.

That's 'cause you're a girl.

What does that have to do with anything?

Forgive me, lad.

What are you doing? Let go of him.

- Tell them to stop.
- Come on.

He wants to be one of you. He wants
to join the brotherhood. Stop them!

We serve the lord of light,
and the lord of light needs this boy.

Did the lord of light
tell you that, or did she?

Arya: You're not doing this for your god.

You're doing it for gold.

We're doing it for both, girl.

We can't defend the people without
weapons and horses and food.

And we can't get weapons
and horses and food without gold.

Gendry: You told me
this was a brotherhood.

You told me I could be one of you.

You are more than they can ever be.

They're just foot
soldiers in the great war.

You will make kings rise and fall.

You're a witch. You're going to hurt him.

I see a darkness in you.

And in that darkness,
eyes staring back at me...

Brown eyes,

blue eyes, green eyes.

Eyes you'll shut forever.

We will meet again.

You staring at me ass, Jon snow?

Look out!

You all right?

Just seeing if you can take a hit, lad.

Sorry. Were you sleeping?

Wa...

Wa... wa...

Water? You want some water.

I wish I had some for you.

So, let's play a game.

Which body part do you need the least?

Please.

"Please" is not a body part.

I'll tell you everything, please.

But you've already told me everything.

Remember?

Your daddy was mean to you.

The starks didn't appreciate you.

One good bit, though.

The stark boys, they're still alive.

Wouldn't that be a hunt to remember?

You failed, but I'm a
better hunter than you.

Now...

How about your little finger? You
don't use that for much, do you?

No? Good. Let's start with that.

Ah!

You've been wondering
why you're here, haven't you?

Where you are.

Who I am. Why I'm doing this to you.

So, guess.

If you guess right, I'll tell you.

By the old gods and the new, I swear it.

You win the game

if you can figure out
who I am and why I'm torturing you,

and I win the game
if you beg me to cut off your finger.

If I win, you'll let me go?

If you think this has a happy ending,

you haven't been paying attention.

Please.

You say "please" again
and you'll wish you hadn't.

You first. Where are we?

The north.

Too vague.

Deepwood motte.

Terrible guess.

Now, where?

Last hearth.

Do I look like
a fucking umber to you?

Karhold!

Karhold?

How did you know that?

Did you see any banners
flying when we came in?

It was just a guess.

Very good, lord theon.

And who am I?

Torrhen karstark.

He's dead.

Strangled by the kingslayer.

He was your brother.

Your father is lord Rickard karstark.

You swore to tell me if I...

You're right.

Lord Rickard karstark
is robb stark's bannerman.

I betrayed robb.

That's why you're torturing me.

Yes.

You win.

Of course, you forgot to ask one question.

You forgot to ask if I'm a liar.

I'm afraid I am.

Everything I told you is a lie.

This isn't happening to you for a reason.

But, well, one reason...

I enjoy it.

Theon: Please, cut it
off! Cut it off! Cut it off!

Iwin.

Robb: Thank you for riding here so quickly.

I know travel isn't easy in these times.

The roads are crawling
with cutthroats and bandits.

When the king of
the north summons us, we come.

Lothar: Our father has instructed
us to tell you that his alliance

with the north can continue
if his terms are met.

Lord frey requires a formal apology

for your violation of your sacred oath
to marry one of his daughters.

Of course.
He deserves as much. I was in the wrong.

As restitution for this betrayal,

he demands harrenhal
and all its attendant lands.

I don't think that's...

We are fighting for the north.

Harrenhal is not in the north.

It is his once the war is over and we
have no further strategic need for it.

And there's something else.

We will do whatever
we can to give lord frey what he needs.

Not what, whom.

What?

Uh, no.

Our father requires lord edmure to
wed one of his daughters. Roslin.

How old is she?

Nineteen.

Could I see her first?

You want to count her teeth?

We depart for the twins in the morning.

We need an answer before we leave,

and a wedding not more
than a fortnight thereafter

or this alliance is at an end.

Your father does
realize we're in the middle of a war?

Father is old.

It will put his heart at peace if he
could see her wed to a good husband.

And his recent experience
has made him wary of long engagements.

He has every right to be.

Please excuse us while we discuss it.

Why should I let
that old ferret choose my bride for me?

At the very least, I should be
offered the same choice you were.

I'm his liege lord.

Robb: He's a proud man
and we've wounded him.

Edmure:
I didn't wound him. My answer is no.

Listen to me and listen
very carefully. You...

The laws of gods and men are very clear.

No man can compel another man to marry.

The laws of my fist
are about to compel your teeth.

It's all right. You heard him.

If you refuse,
our alliance with the freys is dead.

He's wanted me for
one of his daughters since I was 12.

He's not gonna stop wanting it now.

When I say no, he will come back

and offer me a daughter of my choosing.

You're willing to risk our freedom

and our lives for a
chance at a prettier wife?

I have a war to fight.

We can't win it without them.
I have no time to haggle.

You said you wanted
to make amends for the stone mill.

You recall that heroic engagement?

I had something less permanent in mind.

I've won every battle,
but I'm losing this war.

If we don't do this and
do it now, we're lost.

I'll marry her.

You're paying
for my sins, uncle. It's not fair or right.

I'll remember it.

Bolton: I see my men have finally found
you something appropriate to wear.

Brienne: Yes. Most kind of them.

You're a stark bannerman, lord Bolton.

I am acting on lady stark's orders

to return Jaime Lannister
to king's landing.

When king robb left
harrenhal, his mother was his prisoner.

If she wasn't his mother,
he'd have hanged her for treason.

I should send you back to robb stark.

You should.

But instead, you're sitting
here, watching me fail at dinner.

Why might that be?

Wars cost money.
Many people would pay a great deal for you.

We both know who would pay the most.

Or make you pay the most
if he found out you had captured me

and sent me back up north
for a summary execution.

You're right.

Perhaps the safest thing to do is to
kill you both and burn your bodies.

Jaime: It would be,

if you honestly believed
my father would never find out about it.

King robb is keeping
your father quite busy.

He doesn't have time for anything else.

He'll make time for you.

As soon as you're well enough to travel,

I will allow you to go to king's landing

as restitution
for the mistakes my soldiers made.

And you will swear to
tell your father the truth,

that I had nothing to do with your maiming.

Shall we drink on it?

I don't partake.

You do understand
how suspicious that is to ordinary people?

Very well.

My lady, may our journey
continue without further incident.

Oh, she won't be going with you.

I am charged with bringing ser Jaime to...

Bolton: You are charged
with abetting treason.

I'm afraid I must insist.

You're in no place to insist on anything.

I would have hoped
you'd learned your lesson

about overplaying your position.

- Olenna: Impossible.
- Why?

My grandson is the pride of highgarden.

The most desirable bachelor
in all seven kingdoms.

- Your daughter...
- Is rich,

the most beautiful woman
in all seven kingdoms,

and the mother of the king.

Old.

Old?

Old.

I'm something of an expert on the subject.

Her change will be upon her before long.

I'll spare you the details
of what will happen then.

You may have a stomach
for bloodshed and slaughter,

but this is another matter entirely.

The years punish us as well,
I promise you that.

My stomach remains quite strong, however.

The only thing that
might turn it are details

of your grandson's nocturnal activities.

Do you deny them?

Oh, not at all.

A sword-swallower through and through.

A boy with his affliction
should be grateful for the opportunity

to marry
the most beautiful woman in the kingdoms

and remove the stain from his name.

Did you grow up
with boy cousins, lord tywin?

Sons of your
father's bannermen, squires, stable boys?

Of course.

And you never...

Not once? Not in any way?

Never.

I congratulate you upon your restraint.

But it's natural,
boys having a go beneath the sheets.

Perhaps highgarden has a high
tolerance for unnatural behavior.

I wouldn't say that.

True, we don't tie ourselves in knots

over a discreet bit of buggery, but

brothers and sisters...

Where I come from, that stain
would be very difficult to wash out.

I will not breathe further life

into a malicious lie by discussing it.

Lie or not,

you must admit many people
find it quite convincing.

Convincing enough
to put swords in their hands

and send them off
to kill lannisters and tyrells,

thanks to our new affiliation.

I don't care what people believe.

And neither do you.

As an authority on myself, I must disagree.

Now, if the rumors about
my children were true,

then Joffrey is no king at all,

and house Tyrell is throwing
its prized flower into the dirt.

And if Cersei is too old
to give loras children,

we're throwing another
prized flower into the dirt.

It is a chance we simply cannot take.

The uncertainty makes you uncomfortable?

All right.

I'll remove it for you.

If you refuse to marry loras to Cersei,

I will name him to the kingsguard.

I'm sure you're familiar
with the kingsguard vows.

He will never marry.
He will never have children.

The Tyrell name will fade.

And highgarden will
go to the children of Joffrey and margaery.

You would have your grandson protected
by someone who disgusts you?

I would have my grandson
protected by a skilled warrior

who takes his vows seriously.

So, shall I draw up the order?

Or do you consent to this match?

It's a rare enough thing,
a man who lives up to his reputation.

We've gotta cut them loose!

No!

Take my hand!

Sansa: That's a wonderful pin.

It's more of a brooch, really.

Though I suppose a brooch
is a sort of pin, so...

I'm very happy about...

Yes. I am as well.

Sansa: I feel like I'm
in a dream.

Yes, me, too. Definitely.

I've dreamed of
a large wedding since I was young.

The guests, the food, the tournaments.

And the bride, of course.

The most beautiful bride in the world

in a beautiful gown of gold and
green brocade with fringed sleeves.

Have you ever been to highgarden, my lady?

No. I had never left winterfell

before I came to king's landing.

But it sounds wonderful.
I can't wait to see it.

And to leave this place.

It's terrible, isn't it?

The most terrible place there is.

Tyrion: I don't suppose
there's anything we can do about this.

We can have them both killed.

It's hard to say which of the four of us

is getting the worst of this arrangement.

Probably sansa.

Though loras will certainly come to
know a deep and singular misery.

Father doesn't discriminate.

We're all being shipped
off to hell together.

On a boat you built.

The tyrells were plotting
to undermine our family.

I did what I did to protect our family.

I'm your family.

A member of your family who has actively

contributed to that family's survival.

Whether or not you
or father or anyone else wants to admit it.

I do admit it.

If it weren't for your
trick with the wildfire,

Stannis would have sacked
the city before father got here.

Our heads would still be
rotting on the city gate.

Trying to have me killed
is an odd way of saying thank you.

There are two people in king's landing

who can give an order to a kingsguard.

Did you or did you not order ser mandon

to kill me during the
battle of the Blackwater?

The impulse I understand.

He hates me because I'm the only one

who tells him what he really is.

So, fair enough.
He wants me dead. But his stupidity?

He could have had me
poisoned and no one would have known.

But the king orders a kingsguard

to murder the hand
of the king in full view of his own army.

The boy's an idiot.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me
if my life is still in danger.

Probably.

But not from Joffrey.
He won't do anything now father's here.

Seven kingdoms united in fear
of tywin Lannister.

Not the tyrells.

Soon they won't need to be afraid of him.

Joffrey will belong to margaery,
the little Doe-eyed whore,

and so will his children
and their children.

History will be taken from our hands.

You may escape, at least.

Once Jaime gets back,

ser loras may come down with a terrible
case of sword through bowels.

When Jaime gets back, yes.

But when will that be?
He's out there somewhere.

Jaime or not, I'm truly fucked.

Who's going to tell her?

Do you think people will like it?

Shae: I don't think
they will even notice it.

You're right. It's not my wedding.

Anyway, from what I can tell,

the dressmakers in highgarden will be

far superior to the ones in king's landing.

They'd never make me
anything as dull as this for my wedding.

Loras likes green and gold brocade.

I'm sure he does.

Will they let me invite my family?

They haven't asked my opinion.

But do you think they will?

Lady sansa, lord Tyrion to see you.

Should I...

I beg your pardon, my lady.

Good afternoon, lord Tyrion. I was
trying on a gown for Joffrey's wedding.

Yes, it should be quite a wedding.

I need to speak with you, lady sansa.

Of course.

Alone, if I may.

Why do you need to speak to her alone?

Shae.

Please excuse her. She's not from here.

But I trust her,
even though she tells me not to.

Sometimes we think
we want to hear something,

and it's only aftennards,
when it's too late,

that we realize we wished we'd heard it

under entirely different circumstances.

It's all right, really.

How to begin?

Tyrion: It's... this...

This... this is awkward.

Varys: A thousand blades

taken from the hands
of aegon's fallen enemies,

forged in the fiery breath
of balerion the dread.

There aren't 1,000 blades.

There aren't even 200.

I've counted.

Varys: I'm sure you have.

Ugly old thing.

Littlefinger: Yet it has a certain appeal.

The lysa arryn of chairs.

Shame you had to settle
for your second choice.

Early days, my friend.

It is flattering, really,

you feeling such dread
at the prospect of me getting what I want.

Thwarting you has never
been my primary ambition, I promise you.

Although who doesn't like to see

their friends fail now and then?

You're so right.

For instance, when I thwarted your plan

to give sansa stark to the tyrells.

If I'm going to be honest,

I did feel an unmistakable
sense of enjoyment there.

But your confidant,

the one who fed
you information about my plans,

the one you swore to protect...

You didn't bring her any enjoyment.

And she didn't bring me any enjoyment.

She was a bad investment on my part.

Luckily, I have a friend
who wanted to try something new.

Something daring.

And he was so grateful
to me for providing this fresh experience.

I did what I did for the good of the realm.

The realm?

Do you know what the realm is?

It's the 1,000 blades of aegon's enemies.

A story we agree
to tell each other over and over,

till we forget that it's a lie.

But what do we have left
once we abandon the lie?

Chaos. A gaping pit
waiting to swallow us all.

Chaos isn't a pit.

Chaos is a ladder.

Many who try to climb it fail
and never get to try again.

The fall breaks them.

And some are given
a chance to climb, but they refuse.

They cling to the realm
or the gods or love.

Illusions.

Only the ladder is real.

The climb is all there is.