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(theme music playing)

(man breathing)

(breathing continues)

(breathing heavily)

(Ghost panting, whines)

(gasping)

Easy, easy.

Easy.

What do you remember?

They stabbed me.

Olly...

he put a knife in my heart.

I shouldn't be here.

The lady brought you back.

Afterwards, after they stabbed you,

after you died, where did you go?

What did you see?

Nothing.

There was nothing at all.

The Lord let you
come back for a reason.

Stannis was not the prince
who was promised,

but someone has to be.

Could you give us a moment?

You were dead.

And now you're not.

That's completely
fucking mad, seems to me.

I can only imagine
how it seems to you.

I did what I thought was right.

And I got murdered for it.

And now I'm back.

Why?

I don't know.

Maybe we'll never know.

What does it matter?

You go on.

You fight for as long as you can.

You clean up as much
of the shit as you can.

I don't know how to do that.

I thought I did, but...

I failed.

Good.

Now go fail again.

(door opens)

They think you're some kind of god.

The man who returned from the dead.

I'm not a god.

I know that.

I saw your pecker.

What kind of god would
have a pecker that small?

(both chuckle)

(winces)

(winces)

Your eyes are still brown.

Is that still you in there?

I think so.

Hold off on burning my body for now.

(laughs)

That's funny.

You sure that's still you in there?

(laughs)

(thunder crashing)

- (chatter)
- (Sam groans)

You all right?

Yes.
Yes, I'm fine.

Did I ever tell you I used to
think the sea was called the see

because it was nothing but water
as far as the eye could see?

I don't think so.

Sea, see.

They're spelled different,
but they sound the same.

Yeah, they do.

It was before I learned
how to read, obviously.

Sam, are you going to be sick?

Won't be long.
We'll be in the south soon.

I'm excited to see Oldtown.

Captain says it's the most
beautiful city in Westeros.

Are you going to vomit again?

No.
No, no, no.

The Citadel doesn't admit women.

There won't be a place for
you there or for Little Sam.

I stayed at Castle Black.
There's no women allowed there.

The Citadel isn't Castle Black.

I don't have a Jon Snow
or Maester Aemon

to help me bend the rules.

I'll stay in Oldtown, then.

By yourself?

With a baby and no money?

So if we're not going to Oldtown,

where are you taking me?

To my home.

Horn Hill.

My father's--
well, my father,

but my mother's a kind woman
and my sister's lovely.

They'll take care of you both.

"Wherever you go,
I go, too."

That's what you said.

I said that because I want
you and Little Sam to be safe.

That's all I want--

to become a maester so I can
help Jon when the time comes

so you'll be safe.

Us and everyone else in the world.

I don't care about them.

Well, no, I do, but I don't really.

I care about you and him.

I know that, Sam.

And he does, too.

You're the only one who ever has.

If you think it's for the best,

we trust you.

I'd feel better if you threw
something at me and stormed off.

I'd never do that
to the father of my son.

(coughs)

(horses whinny)

(distant horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

That's my father.

The man beside him is Howland Reed,

Meera's father.

Ser Arthur Dayne.

The Sword of the Morning.

Father said he was the best
swordsman he ever saw.

Lord Stark.

I looked for you on the Trident.

We weren't there.

Your friend the usurper

would lie beneath the
ground if we had been.

The Mad King is dead.

Rhaegar lies beneath the ground.

Why weren't you there
to protect your prince?

Our prince wanted us here.

Where's my sister?

I wish you good fortune
in the wars to come.

And now it begins.

No.

Now it ends.

(shouts)

(groans)

(shouts)

(gurgles)

(groans)

He's better than my father.

Far better.

But Father beat him.

Did he?

I know he did.

Heard the story a thousand times.

(grunts)

He stabbed him in the back.

(woman screams)

What's in the tower?

That's enough for one day.

We'll visit again another time.

- I want to see where he's going.
- Time to go.

(screaming continues)

Father!

(gasps)

Why did you do that?

Take me back there.
I want to go back.

No.

- He heard me.
- Maybe.

- Maybe he heard the wind.
- He heard me.

The past is already written.
The ink is dry.

What's in that tower?

I want to go back there.

I've told you many times,
stay too long

where you don't belong
and you will never return.

Why do I want to return?

So I can be a cripple again?

So I can talk
to an old man in a tree?

You think I wanted to sit
here for 1,000 years

watching the world from a distance

as the roots grew through me?

So why did you?

I was waiting for you.

I don't want to be you.

(laughs)
I don't blame you.

You won't be here forever.

You won't be an old man in a tree.

But before you leave,

you must learn.

Learn what?

Everything.

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I don't know how you stand
it in all that leather.

If we could have the room.

You look lovely today, my dear.
You really do.

How you climbed all those steps
without breaking a sweat.

If you're going to torture me,

just call them back
and get on with it.

I am not a torturer.

Though it so often is
what people deserve.

And it does provide answers.

But they're usually
the wrong answers.

My job is to find the right answers.

Do you know how I do that?

I do it by making people happy.

I'd like to make you happy, Vala.

That's your name, isn't it, Vala?

(chuckles)
That's all right.

I know who you are
and what you've done.

You've done a lot.

You've sacrificed
your body for a cause,

which is more than most people do.

And you've helped
the Sons of the Harpy

murder the Unsullied
and the Second Sons.

The Unsullied and the Second
Sons are foreign soldiers

brought here by a foreign queen

to destroy our city and our history.

I understand.

Well, that makes perfect sense

from your perspective.

I have a different
perspective, of course.

I think it's important that you try
to see things from my perspective

just as I will try
to see them from yours.

Because that is the only way

that I can make you and Dom happy.

That is how
you pronounce it-- Dom?

I'm afraid I don't really
speak the language.

Such a handsome boy.

Those big, brown eyes. Good
luck keeping the ladies away.

Yes, you're a true
liberator, aren't you?

You won't torture me,
you'll just threaten my son.

Children are blameless.

I have never hurt them.

Your boy is in no immediate danger,

this I swear to you.

But between us, dear,

you did conspire to kill
the queen's soldiers.

We both know the penalty
for that crime.

How will poor Dom
get on without his mother?

And with his breathing problem.

If I tell you anything,
they'll kill me.

So either you kill me or they do.

Yes, from your perspective,
this is a problem.

There is a third option, though.

A ship leaving tomorrow for Pentos.

I've already booked passage for
a woman and her young son.

I'll even throw in a bag of
silver to help you start again.

Though I'm afraid we'll have to ask

one of our leather-clad
friends back in to carry it.

Far too heavy for me.

The boat sails at dawn.

You need to decide now.

A new life for you and Dom

or...

What should we do while we wait?

To pass the time, what should we do?

What should we talk about?

You speak 19 languages.

You must occasionally use some
of them to talk about things.

You two, you spend a great
deal of time together.

What would you be talking
about if I weren't here?

Patrol.

When I am going on patrol
with the Unsullied.

What we see on patrol.

Who we captured on patrol.

That's good.
That's very good.

But that's a report.

I was thinking more
of a conversation.

A wise man once said the
true history of the world

is the history of great
conversations in elegant rooms.

Who said this?

Me.

Just now.

All right, no conversations.

Let's play a game.

You don't play games,
either one of you, ever?

Games are for children.

Missandei:
My master Kraznys

would sometimes make us play games.

There, that's a start.

- Only the girls.
- No, no, no.

Not that.
Of course not that.

Innocent games.
Fun games.

Drinking games.

Missandei:
We do not drink.

Until you do.

All right.
No drinking.

We can play without drinking.

It's a wonderful game.
I invented it.

Here's how it works.

I make a statement about your past.

If I'm wrong, I drink.

And if I'm right--

maybe we can't play without drinking.

(door opens)

Oh, you took your time.

Sorry.

I was busy learning who funds
the Sons of the Harpy.

- Some things you can't rush.
- You found out?

The Good Masters of Astapor

and the Wise Masters of Yunkai.

With help from their
friends in Volantis.

Tyrion:
You see?

You don't even have to worry
about the local rebellion.

We only have to worry about

the three rich foreign
cities paying for it.

We conquered Astapor and Yunkai once.

We will do it again
and execute the Masters.

If the Unsullied march off to
reconquer Astapor and Yunkai,

who will remain to defend
the free people of Meereen?

If we do not fight them,
how can we stop them?

We cannot.

The Masters speak only one language.

They spoke it to me for many years.

I know it better
than my mother tongue.

If we want them to hear us, we
must speak it back to them.

May it be the last
thing they ever hear.

You may be right.

Grey Worm:
So we will fight them?

- Possibly.
- Possibly?

It's a conversation.

Tell me, can your little
birds get a message

to the Good Masters of Astapor,
the Wise Masters of Yunkai,

and benevolent enslavers of Volantis?

Of course.
Men can be fickle,

but birds I always trust.

(children chatting quietly)

Your eye looks much better, Arthur.

How's your mother's jaw?

Better.

And your father?

No one's seen him.

And no one will.

That worked out rather nicely.

Will Lord Varys ever come back?

I don't think so.

Do you miss him?

He was nice.

He called us his little birds.

He gave us sweets.

It's funny you should mention that.

Guess what I happened to find today.

Candied plums from Dorne.

(laughing)

Now remember, if any of your friends

like sweets or need help,
they can always come to me.

All I need in return are whispers.

(door opens)

Qyburn:
No need to be afraid.

This is Ser Gregor.

He's friends with all my friends.

Run along now.

Varys's little birds?

Your little birds now, Your Grace.

What did you do to him exactly?

I haven't been able
to get a clear answer.

Oh, a number of things.

Does he understand what we're saying?

I mean, to the extent
that he ever understood

complete sentences
in the first place.

He understands well enough.

So tell him to march into the sept

and crush the High Sparrow's
head like a melon.

The High Sparrow has hundreds of
Faith Militant surrounding him.

Ser Gregor can't face them all.

And he won't have to.

He'll only have to face one.

Has the Faith leveled
official charges yet?

Not yet.

That is one trial by combat
I look forward to watching.

Don't stop at the city.

I want little birds in Dorne,

in Highgarden, in the North.

If someone is planning on
making our losses their gains,

I want to hear it.

If someone is laughing at the queen

who walked naked through
the streets covered in shit,

I want to hear.

I want to know who they are.

I want to know where they are.

Pycelle: As bad as Lord
Varys was, Qyburn is worse.

I told them all.
I told them.

He's arrogant, dangerous.

You don't get thrown out of the
Citadel without good reason.

- And no one listened to my advice.
- (door opens)

So here we are.

And what he's done to Gregor Clegane

is an abomination.

We never sanctioned this experiment.

I for one think it will
be in our best interest

to have the beast dest--

(farts)

- Can I help you?
- Why are you here?

- My mother--
- I was invited, my dear,

to help deal with several
troublesome issues,

such as the queen's imprisonment.

Thank you for bringing it up.

It's well past time we addressed
the abuses I endured.

Margaery is the queen.

You are not the queen

because you're not
married to the king.

I do appreciate these things

can get a bit confusing
in your family.

This is a small council meeting.

You have no position
on the small council.

I'm the Lord Commander
of the Kingsguard.

The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard

does have a position
on the small council.

Grand Maester Pycelle, would
you sanction that statement?

Well, um...

I would say Ser Gerold Hightower

had a seat on the Mad King's council.

Of course, that was the Mad King.

King Robert saw things differently.

- And King--
- (loud thud)

What about Myrcella's death, Uncle?

Do you consider the
murder of your own blood

a troublesome issue?

The same women who murdered Myrcella

have overthrown House Martell
and taken control of Dorne.

We've got a lot to discuss.

All of us together.

And seeing as you cannot make us
leave, we best get on with it.

No, we cannot make you leave.

And you cannot make us stay.

Not unless you're gonna have
that thing murder us all.

- (door opens)
- (armor rattling)

(groans)
Your Grace.

My mother would like to see her
daughter's final resting place.

I'm sorry, Your Grace.

That's not possible.
Not yet.

When will it be possible?

When she's fully atoned for her sins.

You cut off her hair
and marched her naked

through the streets
in front of the whole city.

That wasn't the full atonement?

No.

She must stand trial
before seven septons

so we can learn the true
extent of her sins.

I want you to let her see
Myrcella's resting place.

I am the king.

You are.

And what does that mean to you?

It means a great deal to me.

The Crown and the Faith

are the twin pillars of the world.

Do you know who told me that?

Your mother.

My mother who is unclean?

My mother who still needs to atone
after all you've put her through?

How do you think the Mother
Above first came to us?

How did men and women

first come to feel
the Mother's presence, hmm?

It was through their own mothers.

There's a great deal of falsehood
in Cersei. You know that.

But when she speaks of you, the
Mother's love outshines it all.

Her love for you is more real

than anything else in this world

because it doesn't
come from this world.

But you know that.

You've felt it.

You've seen her
when she talks to you.

Yes.

It's a great gift.

One I never had.

Envy.

One more thing for me to atone for.

Your Grace,
do you-- may I?

Do you mind?

It's my knees.

Of course.

When your mother
made her walk of atonement,

she did it to get back to you.

I still don't understand
why you want to put her

through any more than
she's already endured.

It's not what I want.
It's what the gods want.

They make their will known
to us and it's up to us

to either accept or reject it.

Please.

If we're to be just and good,

then we accept it,
all of us, even kings.

A true leader avails himself
of the wisest counsel he can.

And no one is wiser than the gods.

My grandfather once said
something similar.

Except for the part about the gods.

The gods worked through him
whether he knew it or not.

As they work through your mother.

There's so much good in all of us.

The best we can do is to help
each other bring it out.

(gasps)

(gasps)

Who are you?

No one.

(grunts)

Waif: Who were you
before you came here?

Arya:
Arya Stark.

(grunts)

Waif: Tell me about
Arya Stark's family.

Her father was Eddard Stark.

Her mother was Catelyn Stark.

She had one sister, Sansa,

and four brothers.

(panting)

Three brothers.

Robb, Bran, Rickon.

And a half-brother Jon.

And where are they now?

Arya: They may be dead
for all a girl knows.

(sniffs)

(sniffs)

Tell me about the Hound.

Arya:
Also dead.

Arya Stark left him to die.
He was on her list.

He was not on her list anymore.

She had taken him off it.

Why? Didn't she want
him dead any longer?

Arya:
She did and she did not.

She sounds confused.

Yes, she was.

Who else was on Arya
Stark's funny little list?

- (groans)
- Arya: Cersei Lannister.

Gregor Clegane.

Walder Frey.

(rustling)

Waif:
That's a short list.

(panting)

That can't be everyone
you want to kill.

Are you sure you're not
forgetting someone?

Which name would you
like a girl to speak?

(shouts)

Jaqen: If a girl tells me her name,

I will give her eyes back.

A girl has no name.

Come.

If a girl is truly no one,

she has nothing to fear.

Who are you?

No one.

(horse whinnies)

The Umbers are
a famously loyal house.

Famously loyal to the Starks.

And you, Lord Karstark.

Your people share blood with
the Starks, don't they?

But here we are.
Times change.

When my father became
Warden of the North,

your house refused
to pledge their banners.

Your father was a cunt.

My beloved father,
the Warden--

Your father was a cunt
and that's why you killed him.

I might have done
the same to my father

if he hadn't have done me
the favor of dying on his own.

My father was poisoned
by our enemies.

Mmm.

Why have you come to
Winterfell, Lord Umber?

The bastard Jon Snow led an army
of wildlings past the Wall.

We're farther north
than any of you fuckers.

Wildlings come down, we always
have to fight them first.

I like fighting wildlings.
Been doing it all my life.

But there are too many of them
for us to beat back alone.

So now you've come seeking help?

We need to help each other.

The colder it gets, the farther
south those goat fuckers will roam.

Won't take them long to get here.

You think a horde of wildlings
can take Winterfell?

If they get Jon Snow
leading them, maybe.

He knows this place
better than we ever will.

Pledge your banners to House Bolton.

Swear loyalty to me
as Warden of the North

and we will fight together
to destroy the bastard

and all his wildling friends.

I'm not kissing your fucking hand.

Traditionally a bannerman
kneels before his lord.

I'm not doing that either.

Why would I trust a man
who won't honor tradition?

Your father honored tradition.

Knelt for Robb Stark.

Called him King of the North.

Was Robb Stark right
to trust your father?

Then it appears we're
at a bit of an impasse.

Fuck kneeling and fuck oaths.

I've got a gift for you.

A girl, I hope.
I prefer redheads.

A girl, aye.

(laughing)

A wild one.

I like them wild.

And the boy, nice and young.

The way Karstark likes them.

Who's this?

Rickon Stark.

How do I know that's Rickon Stark?

Welcome home, Lord Stark.

(pounding on door)

It's time.

If you have any last
words, now is the time.

You shouldn't be alive.

It's not right.

Neither was killing me.

My mother's still
living at White Harbor.

Could you write her?

Tell her I died
fighting the wildlings.

I had a choice, Lord Commander.

Betray you or betray
the Night's Watch.

You brought an army of
wildlings into our lands.

An army of murderers and raiders.

If I had to do it all over
knowing where I'd end up,

I pray I'd make
the right choice again.

I'm sure you would, Ser Alliser.

I fought, I lost.

Now I rest.

But you, Lord Snow,

you'll be fighting
their battles forever.

(choking, gasping)

We should burn the bodies.

You should.

What do you want me to do with this?

Wear it.

Burn it.

Whatever you want.

You have Castle Black.

My watch is ended.