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My son.

My firstborn son.

My child king, hush.

Listen to the gods, for you they sing.

Fight no more, sweet child.
Your wars are won.

The wolves are buried

and the false stag done.

Shut your blue eyes, my love.

Let the crown fall.
The Father above beckons you to his hall.

In seventh heaven I'll see you once more.

But now I seek vengeance
on Sansa the whore

and my brother the Imp

who killed his own king.

Born amongst lions, our curse from within.
I will slay him, I swear.

With noose or with knife,

though it take me a fortnight,

a moon or my life.

What is that I hear and smell?

Someone I'll soon send to hell.

It's time to see if truth they told

who said Tywin Lannister shits gold.

Get the wig!

You beast, you beast.
You killed my wife.

And now you've taken your father's life.

No worse child ever stained this land.

I curse the day I named you.

My greatest crime!

You're good at that.

Where did you learn?

I'm a jealous woman.

I've always liked bad men
and they've always liked me.

They'd come home,
wherever home was that night,

stinking of some whore's perfume.

So we'd fight and I'd put a hole in them.

And then I'd feel terrible,

so I'd patch them up.

I got good at patching them up.

And good at putting holes in them.

And that.

What happened to the actress?

The one who wanted you dead.

Bianca.

She'll have a hard time
finding work as an actress

after what I did to her face.

Mmm.

I never did learn to cook.

But eat. Eat, you need it.

The company is moving on to Pentos soon.

You should come with us.

- I can't.
- Why not?

Got a feeling you'd be good
at this sort of work.

And besides, we need a new actress.

I don't think I could remember all the lines.

Come with us.

What's left for you here?

You wouldn't be safe.

Not while she's looking for me.

Who?

She doesn't have a name.

Where will you go?

Essos is east and Westeros is west.

But what's west of Westeros?

I don't know.

Nobody does.

That's where all the maps stop.

The edge of the world, maybe.

I'd like to see that.

- What's that?
- Milk of the poppy.

I don't want any.

Sleep is the only way you'll heal.

Trust me, if my soup didn't kill you,
nothing will.

Thing about Gatins, right,
is he used to be pretty.

I was a famous kisser.

You lads know how to kiss proper?

Course we do.

This is for masters, this technique.

- You're not ready.
- I'm ready.

He says he's ready.

All right. Now, pay attention.

You put your left hand
on the back of the lady's head.

Your right hand
holds the small of the lady's back like so.

Very romantic.

You take your middle finger, yeah,

and you jam it right up her bunghole.

So fucking close!

It smells like pussy to me.

Look at him. You get hard, boy?

Fuck you! Disgusting old twats.

Got off on that, did you, you old fuck?

Where's the other one?
The one with the yellow cloak.

Fuck you!

Those are your last words, "Fuck you"?
Come on, you can do better.

Cunt!

You're shit at dying, you know that?

From the fire she was reborn
to remake the world.

Daenerys is a gift from the Lord of Light
to her children.

If we are steadfast in our love for the
Queen and her faithful advisors,

no man will ever lock us in chains again.

I'd call that a successful gambit.

- Would you?
- Look around.

The city has come back to life.

You made a pact with fanatics.

I did and it worked.

If you shaved your beard with a straight razor,
you'd say the razor worked.

That doesn't mean it won't cut your throat.

Spoken like a man
who has never had to shave.

I'm going to miss you.

I know.

I hope you're right
about this expedition of yours.

If I don't return, you'll know I was wrong.

We need friends in Westeros.

And we need ships.

Most of all, we need our queen.

She'll come back. She has to.

My heart's been broken
too many times already.

I'll walk the rest of the way myself.

I can't go off on a secret mission

in the company of the most
famous dwarf in the city.

Varys.

The most famous dwarf in the world.

Your Grace, several members
of the Faith Militant

have been permitted entry to the Red Keep.

Have been permitted?

That's rather a tortured way of putting it.

They demand to see you, Your Grace.

Who permitted them inside the Red Keep?

The king is aware of their presence?

He is, Your Grace.

He's currently in his chambers at prayer.

Your Grace, His Holiness the High Septon

wishes to speak with you
at the Great Sept of Baelor.

His Holiness the High Septon
is welcome to see me here in the Red Keep.

Your Grace, this is not a request.

It is a request, Cousin Lancel.

You are asking me for something,
I'm refusing.

The High Septon commands you.

Are you sure you want to refuse him?

He promised me I could
stay in the Red Keep until my trial.

He made no such promises.

- If you refuse to come of your own free will...
- Get out.

Move aside, Ser.

Order your man to step aside
or there will be violence.

I choose violence.

Please tell His High Holiness
he's always welcome to visit.

Looks like a siege, my lady.

You have a keen military mind, Pod.

My lady. My lady.

Who goes there?

State your business!

My name is Brienne of Tarth.

Please inform Ser Jaime Lannister
I've come to speak with him.

Tell him I have his sword.

Getting a bit old to be a squire, aren't we?

Podrick fucking Payne.

I thought you'd be dead by now.

Not yet.

Are they in there?

Uh-huh.

You think they're fucking?

What?

No.

Why not? I'd fuck her.

- You'd fuck her, wouldn't you?
- I'm her squire.

Oh.

Well, he'd fuck her, that's for sure.

And she'd fuck him, don't you think?

The way she looks at him.

The way all women look at him
is frankly irritating.

I preferred working with the little brother
on that account.

Come on, you're the one with the magic cock.

You must have shown it to her by now.

- She's training me to fight.
- Is she? Oh.

An hour in the morning, an hour at night.
Every day.

Then how come an old cunt like me
can still sneak up and murder you?

Well, that's a different sort of fighting.

Now, that's the truth, isn't it?

You want to learn that sort of fighting?

All right.

All right, let's start with your footwork.

Show me your stance.

Now listen to me, Pod.

See how your feet are about a yard apart?

Lesson number one,
assume everyone wants to hit you.

'Cause they do, Pod.
Everyone wants to hit a fucking squire.

Do it again.

Come on, don't sulk.

I never thought you'd find her.

I just assumed Sansa was dead.

Why would you assume that?

In my experience,
girls like her don't live very long.

I don't think you know many girls like her.

Well, I'm proud of you.

I am. You fulfilled your oath to Catelyn Stark
against all odds.

Of course, my sister wants Sansa dead.

The girl is still a suspect in Joffrey's murder,

so there is that complication.

What the hell are you doing here?

I've come for the Blackfish.

You're welcome to have him.

Lady Sansa desires to take her ancestral seat
back from the Boltons

and assume her rightful position
as Lady of Winterfell.

With what army
does she plan on taking Winterfell?

The Tully army.

They're a bit occupied at the moment.

I was sent here to reclaim Riverrun
currently defended by the Tully rebels,

so you can see the conundrum.

The Tullys are rebels
because they're fighting for their home?

Riverrun was granted to the Freys
by royal decree.

As a reward for betraying Robb Stark
and slaughtering his family.

Exactly.

We shouldn't argue about politics.

You're a knight, Ser Jaime.

I know there is honor in you.

- I've seen it myself.
- I'm a Lannister.

Don't ask me to betray my own house.

I do no such thing.

Take Riverrun without bloodshed.

Ride south again with your mission complete
and your army intact.

What do you propose?

Allow me to enter Riverrun
under a flag of truce.

Let me try to persuade the Blackfish
to give up the castle.

Why would he abandon his ancestral home?

Because you'll allow him
to lead the Tully forces safely north.

Have you ever met the Blackfish?

- No.
- He's even more stubborn than you are.

All right.

Try to talk some sense into the old goat.

He won't listen, but his men might.

Not everybody wants to die
for someone else's home.

I need your word.

If I persuade him to abandon the castle,
you'll grant us safe passage north.

You have my word.

You have until nightfall.

You gave it to me for a purpose.

I've achieved that purpose.

It's yours.

It will always be yours.

One last thing, Ser Jaime.

Yes, Lady Brienne?

Should I fail to persuade
the Blackfish to surrender

and if you attack the castle,

honor compels me to fight for Sansa's kin.

Of course it does.

To fight you.

Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

I've said no three times already.

I have a signed letter
from your niece Sansa Stark...

I haven't seen her since she was a child.

I don't know her signature. I don't know you.

And I will not surrender.
Double the guards tonight.

The Kingslayer wants to try us.

I can feel it.

As I have said, my name is...

Yes, Brienne of Tarth. I know your father.
Good man.

He always spoke highly of you.

And if he were here now,
I'd tell him the same I'm telling you.

If you think I'm abandoning my family's seat
on the Kingslayer's word of honor,

you're a bloody fool.

Riverrun cannot stand against the Lannisters
and the Freys.

We can stand longer than
your one-handed friend thinks we can.

- He's not my friend.
- No?

Who gave you permission
to cross the siege line and enter the castle?

Who gave you that sword
with the gold lion on the pommel?

Ser Jaime kept his word
to your niece Catelyn Stark.

He sent me to find Sansa,
to help her as Catelyn wanted.

He gave me this sword to protect her.

That is what I have done

and I will continue to do until the day I die.

She's exactly like her mother.

I don't have enough men
to help her take Winterfell.

You have more than she does.

She wants her home back. I understand that.

But this is my home.

And if Jaime Lannister wants it,

he can bloody well take it
the way everyone else does.

Find the maester.

We need to get a raven north to Sansa.

What should I write?

Tell her I failed.

There's to be a royal announcement?

There is.

Why wasn't I informed?

There is to be a royal announcement

in the throne room

at this very moment.

Where are you going?

To stand by my son.

Your place is in the gallery

with the other ladies of the court.

Your Grace...

Lords and ladies,

the Faith and the Crown
are the two pillars that hold up this world.

One collapses, so does the other.

The Father judges us all.

If you break his laws,

you will be punished.

After conferring with
His Holiness the High Septon,

we have determined that Loras Tyrell
and Cersei Lannister's trial

will be held in the Great Sept of Baelor
on the first day of the Festival of the Mother.

Furthermore, after much prayer
and reflection,

the Crown has decided
that from this day forward,

trial by combat will be forbidden
throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

The tradition is a brutish one,

a scheme devised by corrupt rulers

in order to avoid true judgment
from the gods.

Cersei Lannister and Loras Tyrell
will stand trial before seven Septons

as it was in the earliest days of the Faith.

Seven blessings to all.

Seven blessings.

Your Grace.

That old rumor you told me about.

My little birds investigated.

And?

Was it just a rumor or something more?

More.

Much more.

You seem happy.

I am happy...

You should both be happy as well.

Not so long ago,
this city was ready to devour itself.

Now it's like a man reborn.

I will be happy when our queen returns.

Why don't you drink?
Why don't either of you ever drink?

Unsullied never drink.

- Why not?
- Rules.

And who made these rules?

Your former masters?

Those miserable old shits
didn't want you to be human.

Have a drink with me.

And you? What's your excuse?

I have tried wine before.
It made me feel funny.

That's how you know it's working.

Here's to our queen.

Anyone not drinking
is disrespecting our queen.

To Daenerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons,
Breaker of Chains,

long may she reign.

- Long may she reign.
- Long may she reign.

Do you like it?

Tastes like it has turned.

Yes, yes. Fermentation.

One day, after our queen has taken
the Seven Kingdoms,

I'd like to have my own vineyard.

Make my own wine.

The Imp's Delight.

Only my close friends could drink it.

Tell me a joke, Missandei of Naath.

I do not know any jokes.

Grey Worm?

Right.

Three lords walk into a tavern.

A Stark, a Martell and a Lannister.

They order ale,

but when the barkeep brings them over,

each of them finds a fly in his cup.

The Lannister, outraged,
shoves the cup aside and demands another.

The Martell plucks the fly out
and swallows it whole.

The Stark reaches into his cup,

pulls out the fly and shouts,

"Spit it out, you wee shit. Spit it out."

It's funnier in Westeros.

The Starks and the Lannisters,
I thought these were enemies.

Yes.

A joke is like a story, Torgo Nudho.

Not a true story, necessarily.

A story that's supposed
to make you laugh ideally.

Not at the moment, perhaps.

Missandei, do you like the wine?

I do.

Tell a joke.

Two translators are on a sinking ship.

The first says,

"Do you know how to swim?"

The second says, "No, but I can
shout for help in 19 languages."

Ah!

That is the worst joke I ever heard.

You don't even know what a joke is.

I am soldier all my life.
You think I never hear joke?

You lied to us.

I make joke.

More jokes.

I once walked into a brothel
with a honeycomb and a jackass.

The madam says...

The Masters have come for their property.

Lord Edmure.

I apologize for the way the Freys treated you.

A man of your birth deserves better.

You have my word you'll be
properly fed and clothed from now on.

I have your word?

Oh, good.

Good, that's...

That's a fine thing.

My uncle will never surrender the castle, Ser.

Whatever game you're playing.

The Blackfish is an old man.

A good death is all he can hope for.

But you, you have a child now, I've heard.

A son you sired on your wedding night.

You're a potent man.

A son I've never met

born of a wife that I haven't seen
since our first night together.

You should be with them both.

I can arrange that, you realize?

Comfortable rooms for you at Casterly Rock.

A tutor for your boy,
knights to train him to fight and to ride.

And when he comes of age,
he'll have a keep of his own.

Do you imagine yourself a decent person?

Is that it?

After you've massacred my family.

Kept me in a cell for years.

Stolen our lands.

I'll remind you that our houses are at war.

I'm sorry if this conflict
has inconvenienced you,

but rebelling against the Crown
does have consequences.

Says the man who shoved his sword
through his king's back.

Did I give you the impression
that this was a negotiation?

It's not.

You understand. On some level
you understand that you're an evil man.

I'll leave the judgments to the gods.

Well, that is convenient for you.

You're a fine-looking fellow, aren't you?

Your square jaw,

your golden armor.

Tell me, I want to know. I truly do.

How do you live with yourself?

All of us have to believe
that we're decent, don't we?

You have to sleep at night.

How do you tell yourself that you're decent

after everything that you've done?

I was your sister's prisoner once.

She hit me on the head with a rock
if I remember correctly.

Yeah.

She should have killed you.

Perhaps, but she didn't.

Catelyn Stark hated me just like you hate me.

But I didn't hate her.

I admired her.

Far more than her husband or her son.

Do you think I care whom you admire
and whom you don't?

No, I don't, but I'm telling you anyway
because you're my prisoner.

You don't have a choice.

The love she had for her children,
I was a little awed by it.

Reminded me of my sister.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

You're a madman.

I'm not here to trade insults.

- Your sister was a strong...
- Don't talk about Cat!

I'll talk about whomever I want.

She loved her children.

I suppose all mothers do,

but Catelyn and Cersei,

there's a fierceness you don't often see.

They'd do anything to protect their babies.

Start a war. Burn cities to ash.

Free their worst enemies.

The things we do for love.

You didn't come here
to talk about our sisters.

That's exactly why I came here.

I love Cersei.

You can laugh at that if you want.
You can sneer. Doesn't matter.

She needs me.

And to get back to her,
I have to take Riverrun.

I'll send for your baby boy.

And I'll launch him into Riverrun
with a catapult.

Because you don't matter to me,
Lord Edmure.

Your son doesn't matter to me.

The people in the castle don't matter to me.

Only Cersei.

And if I have to slaughter every Tully
who ever lived to get back to her,

that's what I'll do.

Who goes there?

Edmure Tully,

son of Hoster Tully
and the rightful Lord of Riverrun.

I demand entry.

Don't let him in.

He's the Lord of Riverrun.
I have to obey his commands.

He's been their captive

ever since they murdered his king
at the Red Wedding.

Why do you think the people who murdered
his king at the Red Wedding

would decide to let him come home?

Because it's a trap, you idiot.

Don't let him in.

He's my lord, my lord.

I've sworn to serve the Lord of Riverrun
and obey his commands.

You're not obeying Edmure's commands.

You're obeying
the fucking Kingslayer's commands.

I demand entry.

My lord has given an order.

With a knife to his throat.

That is not a valid order.

Lower the drawbridge
and open the gate for Lord...

Aye, Ser.

I'll have your head
before I surrender Riverrun.

You are not lord of this castle, my lord.

- Lower the drawbridge.
- Aye, Ser!

If you're wrong,

we've just surrendered
our most valuable prisoner.

Welcome home, my lord.

Command all the forces within the castle
to lay down their arms.

Open the gates.

- My lord...
- Your lord has given a command.

Infantry, advance!

Find the Blackfish.

Put him in irons
and hand him over to the Freys.

Find him.

Go on.

Come with us.

I've run before from the Red Wedding.
I'm not running again.

This is my family home.

Your family is in the North. Come with us.

Don't die for pride
when you can fight for your blood.

You'll serve Sansa
far better than I ever could.

All the way down!

- Check that out!
- Go on, now.

I haven't had a proper sword fight in years.

I expect I'll make a damn fool of myself.

We found the Blackfish, my lord.

Good.

Bring him to me.

He died fighting, my lord.

- I was wrong. I admit it.
- That changes nothing.

The Unsullied could mount
a defense off the beachhead.

- If the slavers' forces...
- No more talking from you.

Your talking gave us this.

And I have acknowledged that. I'm trying...

You're trying to tell me
what the army should do.

You do not know what the army should do.

All right, what should the army do?

We'll not go to the beach.

If we go to the beach,
the Masters will take the pyramid.

The pyramid is the only place
in the city we can defend.

- We stay here.
- And then?

We wait for them to come to us.
Then we fight them.

Clegane.

What the fuck you doing here?

Chasing them. You?

Hanging them.

Any particular reason?

They're our men. Or they were.

They attacked a nearby Sept
and murdered the villagers.

- Why do you want them?
- Same reason.

I was helping build it.

They killed a friend of mine.

You've got friends?

Not anymore. They're mine.

It's the Brotherhood's good name
they've dragged through the dirt.

Fuck your name. They're mine.

I killed you once before, Dondarrion.
Happy to do it again.

Drop that arrow, you bloody girl.

Tougher girls than you have tried to kill me.

You can have one of them.

Two.

No,no,no.

We're not butchers. We hang them.

Hanging?

All over in an instant.

Where's the punishment in that?

- They die.
- We all bloody die.

Except this one here.

I'll only gut one of them.

No.

I'll chop off one hand.

We gave you two of the three
out of respect for your loss.

That's generous.

Bunch of names.

There was a time I would have
killed all seven of you just to gut these three.

You're getting old, Clegane.

He's not.

Please don't. I'll give you anything.

Got anything to eat?

Enjoying yourself?

I prefer chicken.

You ought to join us. We could use you.

I tried joining. Didn't work out for me.

Clegane, we're here for a reason.

The Lord of Light is keeping Beric alive
for a reason.

He gave a failed, drunk priest
the power to bring him back for a reason.

We are part of something
larger than ourselves.

Lots of horrible shit in this world gets done
for something larger than ourselves.

Cold winds are rising in the North.

And you're going to go stop them?

We need good men to help us.

Last time you saw me,
you wanted to execute me.

True enough.

But the Lord of Light
gave you the power to defeat me.

Why?

I beat you because I'm better than you, Beric.

I was better than you before you started
yammering on about the Lord,

and I'm better than you now.

Aye, you're probably right.

You're a fighter.

You were born a fighter.

You walked away from the fight.

How did that go?

Good and bad, young and old,

the things we're fighting
will destroy them all alike.

You can still help
a lot more than you've harmed, Clegane.

It's not too late for you.

Lady Crane?

Lady Crane?

If you'd have done your job,
she would have died painlessly.

Instead...

The Many-Faced God was promised a name.

He must always receive what is his.

You can't change that.

I can't change that.

No one can.

And now he's been promised another name.

- Hey!
- Get out!

Yah!

Hey!

Yah!

Ah!

My basket!

It will all be over soon.

On your knees or on your feet?

Haven't we been through this already?

That won't help you.

You told her to kill me.

Yes.

But here you are.

And there she is.

Finally a girl is no one.

A girl is Arya Stark of Winterfell

and I'm going home.

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