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I made a deal for you
to keep your ungrateful head

on your ungrateful neck
a little while longer.

Tyrion: I'm sorry,
what am I grateful for?

The opportunity to live
and die at the Wall

as punishment for a crime
I did not commit?

You threw your life away.
You threw it away.

It's not a joke. You
understand that, don't you?

Of course it's a joke,
just not a very funny one.

I couldn't--

I couldn't listen to her

standing there telling her lies.

I couldn't do it.

You fell in love with a whore.

Yes, I fell in love
with a whore.

And I was stupid enough to think
that she had fallen in love with me.

That deal you made,

it was everything Father wanted.

You do see that?

He gets you back as his heir.

The future Lord of the Rock.

And he ships me off
to Castle Black,

out of sight at last.

All so perfect.

It felt good
to take that from him.

He knows I'm innocent and he's
willing to sacrifice me anyway.

He's willing
to sacrifice any of us.

Not you.

You're the golden son.

You could kill a king,
lose a hand,

fuck your own sister, you'll
always be the golden son.

Careful.

I'm the last friend you've got.

At least I got to tell
them what they really are.

Yes, brilliant speech.

They'll be talking
about it for days to come.

I thought you were a realist.

Didn't realize
you'd die for pride.

Don't give up on me just yet.

I survived one trial by combat,

even though you weren't
there to save me.

I can't save you
this time either.

My training has proved

that I can't beat a stable
boy with my left hand.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Even if you lose,
imagine the look

on Father's face when you fall.

- (chuckles)
- Our family name snuffed out

with a single swing
of the sword.

It is tempting.

(laughs)

Well...

Bronn fought for me once,
he'll do it again.

If he wins,

I expect I'll be in his debt

for the rest of my life.

If he wins.

Will you find him for me?

Who does Cersei plan
on naming as a champion?

I hope it's Ser Meryn Trant.

I'd enjoy watching Bronn disembowel
that pompous child beater.

No.

Not Ser Meryn.

(shouting)

(gasping)

Guard:
Go on, move it.

And you.

Come on.

(shouting)

Mercy.

Please.

Please, mercy.

(grunting)

(shouts)

Ser Gregor.
Welcome to the capital.

Thank you for riding
here so quickly.

You seem to be in good form.

Who am I fighting?

Does it matter?

Could be food.

Could be soldiers.

(man groaning)

You shouldn't be sitting
out here like this.

Where else to sit?

Tried to walk back to my hut,

hurt too much.

Then I remembered
they burned my hut down.

Who were "they"?

I stopped asking a while ago.

That's not gonna get better.

Doesn't seem so.

A bad way to go.

Haven't you had enough?

Of what?

I know.

Time to go.

Take matters into my own hands.

(groans)

The thought has occurred to me.

So why go on?

Habit.

Nothing could
be worse than this.

Maybe nothing is
worse than this.

Nothing isn't better
or worse than anything.

Nothing is just nothing.

Who are you?

My name is Arya.

Arya Stark.

You her father?

Her captor.

Bringing her to her aunt
for ransom.

A fair exchange, that is.

Always held to the notion
of fair exchange

in all my dealings.

You give me, I give you.

Fair.

A balance.

No balance anymore.

(groans)

Could I have a drink?

Dying is thirsty work.

Wish it were wine.

So do I.

(grunts)

That's where the heart is.

That's how you kill a man.

(grunting)

(neck snaps)

(groaning)

The fuck you doing?

There's a price on your head.

Guess that's what the king does
when you tell him to fuck off.

The king's dead.

He drank poisoned wine
at his own wedding.

The bounty on you is for
killing Lannister soldiers.

100 silver stags.

And you thought you
were going to collect it?

Didn't think very hard, did you?

You were Yoren's prisoners when
he was taking me to the Wall.

He told me he'd fuck
me bloody with a stick.

This day's really not working
out the way you planned.

He on your little list?

He can't be.

I don't know his name.

What's your name?

- Rorge.
- Thank you.

(gasps)

You're learning.

- (horn blows)
- Man: Rangers returning!

(hammering metal)

Man:
They return!

- Rangers returning!
- Greetings.

Man: Didn't think
I'd see you again.

All right, Jon?

Welcome back, brother.

(men shouting)

Lord Snow.

(Ghost barks)

This is no place
for wild beasts.

Lock him away

or I'll let Hobb throw him
in tonight's stew.

(men shouting)

Come on, Ghost.

Mance's army was closing in
on Craster's Keep when we left.

We saw their campfires
from Osric's Hill.

They'll reach the Wall
before the next full moon.

I'm surprised you didn't
ride over and say hello.

The King-beyond-the-Wall
is your old friend, isn't he?

We need to prepare.

We've been preparing.

We should seal the tunnel.

(men murmuring)

Plug it with rocks and ice.

Flood it and let it freeze.

Alliser: And how would
we range north?

- We wouldn't.
- Man: Coward.

You would cut off our legs,

pluck out our eyes,

leave us cowering
behind the Wall

hoping for the storm to pass?

We can't defend the gate
against 100,000 men.

This castle has stood
for thousands of years.

The Night's Watch has defended
her for thousands of years.

And in all those centuries, we
have never sealed the tunnel.

Have you ever seen
a giant, Ser Alliser?

I have.

The bars on those gates
are four inches thick.

Cold-rolled steel.

They won't stop them.

Remind me which order
you belong to, Lord Snow.

The stewards.

Are the stewards responsible
for maintaining the tunnel?

No.

Who would that be?

- The builders.
- Ah, the builders.

First Builder Yarwyck,

Lord Snow here recommends
sealing the tunnel,

leaving us unable
to carry out our duties

as sworn brothers
of the Night's Watch.

Do you agree with him?

No.

Alliser: Given your deep knowledge
of the wildling army, Lord Snow,

you and Tarly will take
night duties atop the Wall

until the full moon.

(men laughing)

Moving on.

First Builder, we'll need 100 barrels
of pitch brought atop the wall.

Yarwyck:
Aye.

(door opens)

(footsteps)

My lord.

You have new clothes.

Do you like 'em?
Eh?

Gloves are doeskin.

Softer than a virgin's thighs.

I sent for you days ago.

- I've been a bit busy.
- Doing what?

My lonesome
bachelor days are over.

I'm to wed Lollys Stokeworth.

Lollys Stokeworth?

She doesn't strike me
as your sort of girl.

I wouldn't say I had
a single sort of girl.

She's dim-witted.

If I wanted wits, I'd marry you.

When my sister arranged
this love match,

did she mention that Lollys
has an older sister?

Falyse.

Aye, I did know
about the older sister.

And you understand
the rules of inheritance?

Falyse is 40 and barren.

She still gets Castle Stokeworth
when her father dies.

She does.

Unless she happens
to perish before her father.

Then Lollys gets the castle.

What? Ladies fall
from their horses

and snap their pretty
necks all the time.

You and my sister
deserve each other.

Why did you bother to come here?

You once said if anyone ever
asked me to sell you out,

you'd double their price.

Is it two wives you want
or two castles?

One of each will do.

But if you want me to kill
the Mountain for you,

it'd better be
a damn big castle.

I'm a bit short
on castles at the moment.

But I can offer you
gold and gratitude.

I have gold.

What can I buy with gratitude?

You might be surprised.

A Lannister always
pays his debts.

Your sister's a Lannister, too.

My wife is heir to Winterfell.

If I emerge from this with my
head still on my shoulders,

I may one day rule
the North in her name.

I could carve you out
a big piece of it.

If and may and could.

It's bloody cold up north.

Lollys is soft and warm.

And close.

If I gave you the choice
between fucking Lollys

and fighting the Mountain,
you'd have your britches down

and your cock out
before I could blink.

Does he frighten you so much?

I'd be a bloody fool
if he didn't frighten me.

He's freakish big
and freakish strong.

And quicker than you'd expect
for a man of that size.

Maybe I could take him,

dance around until he's so tired

of hacking at me,
he dropped his sword,

get him off his feet somehow.

But one misstep...

(snaps fingers)
...and I'm dead.

Why should I risk it?

Because you're my friend.

Aye, I'm your friend.

And when have you ever
risked your life for me?

I like you,

pampered little shit
that you are.

I just like myself more.

I understand.

I'm sorry it has to be this way.

Why are you sorry?

Because you're an evil bastard

with no conscience and no heart?

That's what I liked about
you in the first place.

We had some good days together.

Yes, we did.

(bangs on door)

What will you do?

I suppose I'll have to kill
the Mountain myself.

Won't that make
for a great song?

I hope to hear
them sing it one day.

(bird screeching)

How did you get in here?

Your door is well guarded,

but your window is not.

I swam to an island
a mile offshore for these.

Don't do that again.

Never met a woman who
didn't like wildflowers.

These are my private quarters.

If I want you here,
I will summon you.

Forgive me, my queen.
I live to serve you.

Tell me why you're here.

I came to ask a favor.

I only have two talents
in this world--

war and women.

You are staying here
in Meereen to rule.

That is a wise decision.
I respect it.

But here in Meereen,
I cannot pursue my talents.

I've ordered the Second Sons
to patrol the streets

to stop the revenge killing.

You've ordered us
to be night watchmen.

And as for women,

there are thousands
in Meereen you can pursue.

There is only one,

and she does not want me.

You swore me your sword.

My sword is yours
till the day I die.

So if I command you
to stay in Meereen

and patrol the streets?

I'll stay in Meereen
and patrol the streets.

Send me to kill your enemies.

Any enemy anywhere.

Let me do what I do best.

Very well.

Do what you do best.

Take off your clothes.

(knocks)

Oh.

Come in, my queen.
Please.

I didn't mean
to disturb you, my lady.

You could never disturb me.

I just wanted to speak
with you before we left.

Could you bring me
that vial over there?

The blue one.

No, no, no.
Not that one.

You don't even want
to touch that one.

Next to it.

That's the one.

(inhales)

When I looked into
the flames this morning,

the Lord spoke to me.

He said,

"Tonight, you will have your
last good bath in a long while.

Make it count."

A joke.

Not a very good one, I'm afraid.

It was. I--

humor isn't my strength.

That's because
most jokes are lies

and you're devoted to the truth.

If they're lies, my lady,
aren't they best avoided?

Not always.

Most of these powders
and potions

are lies.

Deceptions to make men think
they witnessed our Lord's power.

Once they step into his light, they
will see the lie for what it was--

a trick that lead them to the truth.

A pinch of this powder
in a bonfire

will send a flaming column
screaming towards the sky.

And this one creates
a black smoke

that will make the bravest
man piss himself with fear.

And a drop of this
in any man's wine

will drive him wild with lust.

Did you use it with Stannis?

No.

Don't be upset.

Men never crave
what they already have.

It's only flesh.

It needs what it needs.

No act done in service
of the Lord

can ever be called a sin.

I thank God every day
for bringing you to us.

And Stannis to you.

He wants to bring
Shireen with us.

I think that would be
ill-advised.

My daughter has heretical
tendencies, as you're well aware.

I don't know if her doubt is real
or simply meant to spite me,

but whichever the case,
she should stay home.

I understand how you feel.

Hmm.

But that is impossible.

Why?

You don't need powders
and potions, my queen.

You don't need lies.

You are strong enough to
look into the Lord's light

and see his truth for yourself.

However harsh it is.

However hard for us
to understand.

You don't need my help,

but I will need yours soon.

When we set sail, your
daughter must be with us.

The Lord needs her.

Jorah the Andal.

Are you here to see our queen?

She's in a good mood.

Khaleesi.

- You're here early.
- Later than some.

You don't approve?

It's not a question of approval,
it's a question of trust.

You neither approve nor trust.

Why would I?
The man's a sellsword.

Didn't you fight for
the Golden Company

before pledging
your sword to my brother?

I did.

I trust you.

Daario Naharis
killed his captains

and dumped their heads at your feet
when he grew tired of their commands.

How could you ever have
faith in a man like that?

I could never have faith
in a man like Daario.

That's why I've sent him and the
Second Sons to retake Yunkai.

- You have?
- I have.

Without you there
to rule, Khaleesi,

I fear the masters
will simply bide their time,

wait for the invaders
to leave and reassert control.

That is why I've ordered Daario to
execute every master in Yunkai.

The masters tear babies
from their mothers' arms.

They mutilate little boys
by the thousands.

They train little girls in the
art of pleasuring old men.

They treat men like beasts,
as you said yourself.

Herding the masters into pens and
slaughtering them by the thousands

is also treating men
like beasts.

The slaves you freed,

brutality is all
they've ever known.

If you want them to know
something else,

you'll have to show it to them.

And repay the slavers
with what? Kindness?

A fine?
A stern warning?

It's tempting to see your
enemies as evil, all of them,

but there's good and evil on both
sides in every war ever fought.

Let the priests argue
over good and evil.

Slavery is real.

I can end it.
I will end it.

And I will end those behind it.

I sold men
into slavery, Khaleesi.

And now you are helping me
show them to freedom.

I wouldn't be here to help you
if Ned Stark had done to me

what you want to do
to the masters of Yunkai.

The man who came to me the other
day about burying his father.

Hizdahr zo Loraq?

He will accompany
the Second Sons

and serve as my
ambassador to Yunkai.

He will tell the masters
what has happened in Meereen.

He will explain the choice
they have before them.

They can live in my new world

or they can die
in their old one.

Well, go and catch Daario
before he leaves.

Tell him I changed my mind.

Yes, Khaleesi.

No.

Tell him you changed my mind.

(Hound grunts)
Rat cunts.

Fucking whore.

You're doing it wrong.

You need to burn away
that horrible bit there.

Otherwise it's gonna
get infected and fester.

I know you don't like fire,
but if you don't do it right--

No fire.

It'll only take a second.

- It won't hurt that much.
- No fire!

Shut up about it.

Shut up about everything.

Thanks to you,
I'm a walking bag of silver

anywhere the Lannisters
hold sway.

Which is everywhere
between where we are now

and where we're going.

I'm as stupid as that hog
you stuck back in the village,

getting myself cut
and stabbed and bitten.

No reward is worth
this much trouble.

Wish I'd never laid eyes on you.

You say your brother
gave you that sword.

My brother gave me this.

It was just like you said
a while back.

Pressed me to the fire

like I was a nice
juicy mutton chop.

Why?

Thought I stole one of his toys.

I didn't steal it. I was
just playing with it.

The pain was bad.

The smell was worse.

But the worst thing was that
it was my brother who did it.

My father, who protected him...

told everyone my bedding
caught fire.

You think you're on your own?

Let me wash it out

and help you sew it up at least.

Brienne: Bit of comfort
never hurt anyone.

We've been sleeping in
ditches the last few weeks.

I think we can treat ourselves
to a featherbed for the night

and a hot meal
not cooked by you.

Couldn't agree more, my lady.

Just don't start expecting
silk underclothes.

Not working for your
former lord any longer.

- Yes, my lady.
- Don't get drunk.

No, my lady.

Hot Pie: Can I get
you anything else?

No, this will do
nicely, thank you.

Kidney pie is wonderful.

Thanks.

I do my best.

A good kidney pie is all
about the ingredients.

Flour, lard, water, eggs, milk.

Easy enough.
But the meat,

peacetime or not, getting your
hands on a good bottom round steak

and calves' kidneys is not easy.

I mean, some people settle
for plain old beef kidneys.

Got no right to cook
anything, them.

Oh, and the gravy.

Don't get me started
on the gravy.

Very difficult to get right.

See, a lot of people
give up on the gravy.

You cannot give up on the gravy.

No gravy, no pie.

Simple as that.

That's nice armor.
Are you a knight?

No.

Oh, it's just people with
armor are usually knights.

Generally speaking. From King's
Landing, though, aren't you?

From there myself originally.
Flea Bottom born and bred.

What brings you to these parts?

We're looking for someone.

Someone in particular?
Maybe they came in here.

A lot of people come in here.
Just the other day we had 17--

A girl, tall, red hair,
very pretty.

Her name is Sansa Stark, but she
may be using a different name.

Starks?

What, like them lot
from "Winterhell"?

No, ain't seen anyone like that.

I heard they was all traitors.

Don't need no traitors in here.

I pledged my life to
their mother Catelyn Stark.

I swore to her I'd bring
her daughters home.

Sure I can't get you
a bit more kidney pie?

What?

It's nothing, my lady.

You wouldn't be screwing your face
up like that if it was nothing.

Don't want to offend, my lady.
Truly, I don't.

You're not interesting
enough to be offensive.

The Lannisters want Lady Sansa.

The Lannisters have money.

People kill for money.

I don't think we should
be telling people

we're searching for Lady Sansa.

My lady. My lord.
Could I have a word?

What about?
Not kidney pie.

You seem like a proper lady.

Someone who could be trusted.

I never met no Sansa Stark.

But I know her sister...

Arya.

No one's seen Arya Stark since
her father was beheaded.

She's presumed dead.

She weren't when I last
spoke to her.

- When was that? - Heading up north with
the Night's Watch.

She was all dressed up as a boy.

Like your ladyship,
only without the armor.

Going by the name Arry.

- So what happened to her?
- Well--

The quick version.

The Lannisters took us prisoner.

We escaped.

The Brotherhood took
us prisoner.

They sold me to the innkeep.

They were gonna sell Arya
to her mother at Riverrun

along with another prisoner.

Big ugly fellow.
Foul mouth

and a face like
a half-burnt ham.

- Not friendly.
- The Hound.

That's the one.

If you find her,
could you give her this?

She liked the last one
I gave her,

but, well, this one
turned out better.

Um, you were saying?

Brienne: Her mother's
dead, grandfather's dead,

Walder Frey is
the new lord of Riverrun.

The Brotherhood
isn't going to Riverrun.

They'll take her
to the Eyrie, my lady.

Why the Eyrie?

Her aunt, Lysa Arryn.

Catelyn Stark's sister.

She's Arya's last living
relative with money.

She hates the Lannisters.

Lord Tyrion made sure I knew

which house married which
and who hated who.

Sansa could be there, too.

Aye, my lady.

Could be.

You sure about this?

No.

(door opens)

I imagined you'd be back
at the brothel at this hour.

I did spend some time with an absolutely
stunning blonde the other day.

Mm, do tell.

I've got every kind
of filth down here

except the kind I like.

Your sister.

Oh.

Cersei approached me.

We spoke a great deal
about her daughter.

How worried your sister
is about her.

She was trying
very hard to pretend

she had not come
to sway me against you.

I think she may have even
believed it herself.

Making honest feelings
do dishonest work

is one of her many gifts.

It was difficult for her
to hide her true intentions.

It is rare to meet a Lannister

who shares my enthusiasm
for dead Lannisters.

She desperately wants
to see you killed.

She didn't need to bother you.

It looks as though I've
taken care of that myself.

The joy she will feel

when my head leaves my neck.

She's wanted this
for a long time.

Yes, I know.

We met, you and I.

Many years ago.

I think I would
have remembered that.

Unlikely.
You had just been born.

Our father brought me
and my sister Elia with him

on a visit to Casterly Rock.

My first time away from Dorne.

I didn't like anything
about the Rock.

Not the food, not the weather,

not your accents.

Nothing.

But the biggest
disappointment...

you.

You and my family have more in
common than you might admit.

The whole way from Dorne

all anyone talked about
was the monster

that had been born
to Tywin Lannister.

A head twice
the size of his body,

a tail between his legs,

claws, one red eye,

the privates of both
a girl and a boy.

That would have made
things so much easier.

When we met your sister, she
promised she would show you to us.

Every day we would ask.

Every day she would
say, "Soon."

Then she and your brother

took us to your nursery and...

she unveiled the freak.

Your head was a bit large.

Your arms and legs
were a bit small,

but no claw.

No red eye.
No tail between your legs.

Just a tiny pink cock.

We didn't try to hide
our disappointment.

"That's not a monster,"
I told Cersei.

"That's just a baby."

And she said,
"He killed my mother."

And she pinched
your little cock so hard,

I thought she might pull it off.

Until your brother
made her stop.

"It doesn't matter,"
she told us.

"Everyone says he will die soon.

I hope they are right.

He should not
have lived this long."

Well...

sooner or later, Cersei
always gets what she wants.

And what about what I want?

Justice

for my sister and her children.

If you want justice,

you've come to the wrong place.

I disagree.

I've come to the perfect place.

I want to bring those who
have wronged me to justice.

And all those who have
wronged me are right here.

I will begin with
Ser Gregor Clegane,

who killed my sister's children

and then raped her with their
blood still on his hands

before killing her, too.

I will be your champion.

(exhales)

Hello, Robin.

What are you doing?

I'm building my home,
Winterfell.

At least I think I am.

I haven't been back there
in a very long time.

Why did you leave?

It's a long story.

I stay here in the Eyrie.

Mother says it's dangerous on the
roads and I have to keep myself safe

because I'm the Lord of the Vale

and the Lord of the Vale
is a very important person.

Yes, you certainly are.

When will you go back?

Probably never.

My family doesn't
live there anymore

and someone burned it down.

Oh.

Does Winterfell
have a Moon Door?

No, I'm afraid not.

It's not high up in the mountains.
It's down on the ground.

- That sounds dangerous.
- (chuckles)

- How do you make people fly?
- We don't.

What do you do with
all the bad people

and the scary people
and the people you don't like?

I never did anything
with them at all.

Girls didn't take part
in that where I came from.

Well, I'm Lord of the Vale.

When I grow up, I'll be able
to fly anybody who bothers me.

Or you.
When we get married,

you can tell me
if you don't like somebody

and then we can bring them
back here and, whoosh!

Right through the Moon Door.

I like the sound of that.

Let's put a Moon Door
in your Winterfell.

All right.

It can go in here
in this big tower.

Careful.
You've ruined it.

Now I'm going to have
to rebuild the whole thing.

- I didn't ruin it.
- You did.

It was already ruined because
it didn't have a Moon Door.

I was fixing it.

Knocking things down
isn't fixing them.

- It's ruining them.
- I didn't ruin it!

- You're being stupid.
- I didn't ruin it!

(grunting)

(gasps)

- (crying)
- Robin, I'm sorry, I--

Littlefinger:
Children.

- I hit him.
- Yes, I saw.

I shouldn't have done that.

No, his mother should have

a long time ago.

Consider it a step
in the right direction.

If he tells Aunt Lysa...

Let me worry about Aunt Lysa.

I was trying to remember
what everything looked like.

I'll never see it again.

A lot can happen
between now and never.

If you want to build
a better home,

first you must
demolish the old one.

Why did you really kill Joffrey?

Tell me why.

I loved your mother more
than you could ever know.

Given the opportunity,
what do we do to those

who've hurt the ones we love?

In a better world,

one where love

could overcome
strength and duty,

you might have been my child.

But we don't live in that world.

You're more beautiful
than she ever was.

Lord Baelish...

Call me Petyr.

(wind whistling)

You wanted to see me, Aunt Lysa?

Come here, Sansa.

Do you know how far the fall is?

No.

Neither do I, precisely.

Hundreds of feet.

It's fascinating

what happens to bodies when they
hit the rocks from such a height.

The impact breaks them
right apart.

Like eggs dropped on the floor.

Sometimes pieces remain intact.

You'll find the head
sitting on its own.

Every hair in place.

Blue eyes staring at nothing.

I know what you did.

I'm so sorry, Aunt Lysa.

I never should have hit Robin, I know it.
I promise it won't happen--

Don't be coy with me,
you little whore.

You kissed him.
You kissed Petyr.

- I didn't. You don't understand.
- I saw you.

You can't lie to me because
I saw it with my own eyes.

- He kissed me. I pulled away.
- Liar!

- (whimpering)
- Whore! He is mine!

My father, my husband,
my sister,

they all stood between us
and now they're all dead.

That's what happens to people
who stand between Petyr and me.

Look down!

Look down!
Look down! Look down!

Littlefinger:
Lysa!

Let her go.

You want her?

This empty-headed child?

Let her go.

She's just like her mother.
She'll never love you.

I lied for you.

I killed for you.

Why did you bring
her here? Why?

I'll send her away.

I swear on my life.

I swear to all the gods.

Let her go, Lysa.

(crying)

(whimpering)

(sobbing)

Oh, my sweet wife.

My sweet, silly wife.

I have only loved one woman...

only one,

my entire life.

Your sister.

(screaming)

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