Game of Thrones, Season 4

Jorah Mormont:
[After Drogon snaps at Daenerys] They're dragons, Khaleesi. They can't be tamed...not even by their mother.

Bronn:
Some accomplished diplomacy that was. Now where?

Tyrion:
We must find Prince Oberyn before he kills somebody or several somebodies.

Bronn:
How do you plan on finding a single Dornishman in a city this big?

Tyrion:
You're famous for f***ing half of Westeros. You just arrived at the capital after two weeks of bad roads, where would you go?

Bronn:
I'd probably go to sleep but uh... I'm getting old.

[Oberyn gets angry when he hears two soldiers singing "The Rains of Castamere" in the whorehouse and comes looking for them]

First Lannister soldier :
Lost, friend?

Oberyn Martell:
[smiles] Forgive me for staring. I don't see many Lannisters where I'm from.

First Lannister soldier:
[smirks] I don't see many Dornishmen in the Capitol-

Oberyn Martell:
[knowingly] We don't like the smell! [laughs ominously, as Ellaria arrives and tries to draw him away]

Ellaria Sand:
Come with me, lover-

Second Lannister soldier:
([assumes Ellaria is a whore]) Gods, look at this one!

Olyvar:
Sirs, if you follow me I'll arrange for a private room-

Second Lannister soldier:
Why are you wasting a woman like this on a Dornishman? [Oberyn and Ellaria, both deeply offended, look at him] Bring him a shaved goat and a bottle of olive oil! [laughs dismissively; Olyvar looks nervous, Oberyn smiles and steps forward as Ellaria watches him]

Oberyn Martell:
You know why all the world hates a Lannister? [both soldiers stand up, their whores leave the room] You think your gold and your lions... and your golden lions make you better than everyone else. [notices the second soldier eyeing his sword, lying on the table] May I tell you a secret? You're not a golden lion. You're just a pink, little man who's far too slow on the draw. [after a long pause, the second soldier makes a grab for his sword, but Oberyn instantly rams a dagger through his wrist, skewering his arm to the table. The soldier screams in agony; the first soldier half-draws his sword, but hesitates as Oberyn leans close to his companion] Long sword is a bad option at close quarters. [looks to the first soldier] When I pull my blade, your friend starts bleeding - quite a lot, I'm afraid; so many veins in the wrist. [he twists the dagger slightly, causing the soldier to scream again] He'll live if you get him help, straightaway. So... [grins as Tyrion Lannister enters] Decisions.

Tyrion Lannister:
Prince Oberyn! Forgive the intrusion. We heard there might be... [he breaks off as Oberyn wrenches his dagger free, causing the soldier to scream again] ...trouble.

Oberyn Martell:
[to Ellaria] Apologies, my love. [he and Ellaria begin kissing passionately, while Oberyn and Bronn look on awkwardly]

Tyrion Lannister:
I'm here to welcome you to King's Landing... [Eventually, Ellaria and Oberyn acknowledge his presence]

Oberyn Martell:
[indicates Ellaria] My paramour, Ellaria Sand. [to Ellaria, gesturing at Tyrion] The King's own Uncle Imp, Tyrion... son of Tywin Lannister.

Tyrion Lannister:
If there's anything I can do to make your stay in King's Landing-

Oberyn Martell:
[to Bronn] And what are you? His hired killer?

Bronn:
It started that way, aye. Now I'm a knight.

Oberyn Martell:
How did that come to pass?

Bronn:
Killed the right people, I suppose. [Oberyn grins, he and Bronn laugh]

'Oberyn Martell:
It seems I visited the Lannister brothel by mistake.

Tyrion Lannister:
Oh, they take all kinds.

Oberyn Martell:
Even Dornishmen, it seems.

Tyrion Lannister:
The king is very grateful that you traveled all this way for his wedding.

Oberyn Martell:
Let us speak truth here; Joffrey is insulted. I am only the second son, after all.

Tyrion Lannister:
Well, speaking as a fellow second son, I have grown rather used to being the family insult. [Oberyn chuckles] Why did you come to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn?

Oberyn Martell:
I was invited to the royal wedding.

Tyrion Lannister:
I thought we were speaking truth.

Oberyn Martell:
The last time I was in the capital was many years ago. Another wedding. My sister Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen, the Last Dragon. My sister loved him. She bore his children. Swaddled them, rocked them, fed them at her own breast. Elia wouldn't let the wet nurse touch them. And beautiful, noble Rhaegar Targaryen left her for another woman. That started a war and the war ended right here when your father's army took the city...

Tyrion Lannister:
I wasn't actually present-

Oberyn Martell:
And butchered those children. My nephew and niece. Carved them up and wrapped them in Lannister cloaks. And my sister, you know what they did to her? [Tyrion doesn't answer; Oberyn lifts his chin with a finger until they are eye-to-eye] I'm asking you a question.

Tyrion Lannister:
I've heard rumors. [shoves Oberyn's hand away]

Oberyn Martell:
[chuckles coldly] So have I. The one I keep hearing is that Gregor Clegane the Mountain raped Elia and split her in half with his great sword.

Tyrion Lannister:
I wasn't there. I don't know what happened-

Oberyn Martell:
If the Mountain killed my sister, then your father gave the order. Tell your father I'm here. And tell him the Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts.

Tyrion Lannister:
I swore to protect you. My lady, I am your husband. Let me help you.

Sansa Stark:
[bitter and tearful] How can you help me?!

Tyrion Lannister:
I don't know, but I can try.

Sansa Stark:
I lie awake all night, staring at the canopy, thinking about how they died.

Tyrion Lannister:
I could get essence of nightshade to help you sleep...

Sansa Stark:
Do you know what they did to my brother? How they sewed his direwolf's head onto his body? And my mother? They say they cut her throat to the bone and threw her body in the river.

Tyrion Lannister:
What happened to your family was a terrible crime. I didn't know your brother; he seemed like a good man but I didn't know him. Your mother, on the other hand, I admired her. She wanted to have me executed but I admired her. She was a strong woman; she was fierce when it came to protecting her children. Sansa, your mother would want you to carry on.

Alliser Thorne:
So you admit you murdered Qhorin Halfhand?

Jon Snow:
I didn't murder him.

Alliser Thorne:
No? You put your sword through a brother of the Night's Watch. What do you call that?

Jon Snow:
He wanted me to kill him.

Janos Slynt:
A bastard son of a traitor. What would you expect?

Jon Snow:
The Halfhand believed our only chance to stop Mance was to get a man inside his army.

Alliser Thorne:
Don't talk about the Halfhand as if you knew him. He was my brother.

Jon Snow:
Then you'd know he'd do anything to defend the Wall. The free folk would have boiled him alive, but letting me kill him...

Janos Slynt:
The free folk? Listen to him. He even talks like a wildling now.

Jon Snow:
Aye, I talk like a wildling. I ate with the wildlings. I climbed the Wall with the wildlings. I... I laid with a wildling girl.

Janos Slynt:
You admit to breaking your vows, then?

Jon Snow:
I do.

Janos Slynt:
The law is the law. The boy must die.

Maester Aemon:
If we beheaded every ranger who lay with a girl, the Wall would be manned by headless men.

Alliser Thorne:
There's a difference between sneaking off to the Mole's Town brothel and sleeping with the enemy.

Jon Snow:
While we sit here debating which rules I broke, Mance Rayder marches on the Wall with an army of 100,000.

Alliser Thorne:
Impossible. You can't get 50 wildlings together before they start killing each other.

Jon Snow:
100,000. He's united the Thenns, the Hornfoots, the ice-river clans. He has giants fighting for him.

Janos Slynt:
[laughs] Giants?

Jon Snow:
Have you ever been beyond the Wall, ser?

Janos Slynt:
I commanded the City Watch of King's Landing, boy.

Jon Snow:
And now you're here. You must not have been very good at your job.

Janos Slynt:
How dare you?!

Jon Snow:
There's a band of wildlings south of the Wall already led by Tormund Giantsbane. I killed their warg and three others. They shot me full of arrows. Their orders are to attack Castle Black from the south when Mance hits it from the north. The signal for the attack will be a bonfire. Mance said it would be the greatest fire the North has ever seen. That's the truth. All the truth. Do you intend to execute me or am I free to go?

Maester Aemon:
None of us are free. We are men of the Night's Watch. But we won't be taking your head today, Jon Snow.

Joffrey Baratheon:
Ser Jaime Lannister. Someone forgot to write down all your great deeds.

Jaime Lannister:
There's still time.

Joffrey Baratheon:
Is there? For a 40-year-old knight with one hand? How can you protect me with that?

Jaime Lannister:
I use my left hand now, Your Grace. Makes for more of a contest.

Arya Stark:
When am I going to get a horse of my own?

Sandor Clegane:
The little lady wants a pony.

Arya Stark:
The little lady wants away from your stench.

Sandor Clegane:
Horses aren't easy to come by. Even if they were, you think I'm gonna put you on your own horse? Watch the only thing of value I've got in the world ride away?

Arya Stark:
Why don't you have any money? Didn't you steal anything from Joffrey before you left?

Sandor Clegane:
No.

Arya Stark:
You're not very smart, are you?

Sandor Clegane:
I'm not a thief.

Arya Stark:
You're fine with murdering little boys, but thieving is beneath you?

Sandor Clegane:
A man's got to have a code.

Sandor Clegane:
Five horses, five men. More than I feel like killing on an empty stomach.

Arya Stark:
I know him. The small one. His name is Polliver. He captured us and took us to Harrenhal. He killed Lommy.

Sandor Clegane:
What the f***'s a Lommy?

Arya Stark:
He was my friend. Polliver stole my sword and put it right through his neck. He's still got it.

Sandor Clegane:
Got what?

Arya Stark:
My sword Needle.

Sandor Clegane:
Needle? Of course you named your sword.

Arya Stark:
Lots of people name their swords.

Sandor Clegane:
Lots of cunts.

Arya Stark:
[holding a wounded Polliver at swordpoint with Needle, which she has just reclaimed from him] Something wrong with your leg, boy? [repeating Polliver's words from his murder of Lommy and theft of Needle]

Polliver:
[confused] What? What do you mean?

Arya Stark:
Can you walk? I got to carry you?

Polliver:
Carry me?

Arya Stark:
[holds up Needle and examines it] Fine little blade. Maybe I'll pick my teeth with it.

[Polliver's eyes widen with recognition just before Arya stabs him through the throat, exactly as Polliver had previously done to Lommy]

Tyrion:
Your new hand, it's nicer than the old one. Wouldn't you agree, Pod?

Podrick:
Is it solid gold?

Tyrion:
Gilded steel. [to Jaime] You're not eating. Why is no one eating? My wife wastes away and my brother starves himself.

Jaime:
I'm not hungry.

Tyrion:
You lost a hand, not a stomach. Try the boar. Cersei can't get enough of it since one killed Robert for her. A toast, to the proud Lannister children. The dwarf, the cripple, and the mother of madness.

Melisandre:
There is only one hell... the one we live in now.

Joffrey:
Such a great sword should have a name. What shall I call her?

Man 1:
Stormbringer!

Man 2:
Terminus!

Man 3:
Widow's Wail!

Man 4:
Wolfsbane!

Joffrey:
Widow's Wail, I like that. Hah... Every time I use it, it'll be like cutting off Ned Stark's head all over again.

Oberyn:
Hello!

Tyrion:
Hello.

Oberyn:
Not you.

[Ramsay and a shaking, semi-catatonic Theon/Reek meet with Roose]

Ramsay:
Father.

Roose:
What did you do to him?

Ramsay:
I trained him. He was a slow learner, but he learned.

Roose:
You flayed him.

Ramsay:
Peeled a few bits. Removed a few others.

Roose:
This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir.

Ramsay:
We've been flaying our enemies for a thousand years. The flayed man is on our banners.

Roose:
My banners, not yours. You're not a Bolton, you're a Snow. Tywin Lannister has given me the North, but he won't lift a finger to help me take it. As long as the Ironborn hold Moat Cailin, our armies are trapped south of the Neck. Theon was a valuable hostage, not your plaything. I wanted to trade him for Moat Cailin.

Ramsay:
I already asked. Lord Greyjoy refused. Savages have-

Roose:
You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy without my consent?

Ramsay:
You made me Acting Lord of the Dreadfort. I acted.

Roose:
I had to smuggle myself into my own lands thanks to the Greyjoys. I needed Theon. I needed him whole.

Ramsay:
Theon was our enemy. But Reek? Reek will never betray us.

Roose:
I place far too much trust in you.

Ramsay:
Reek, how could you let me stand before my father unshaven? It's disrespectful.

Theon/Reek:
Sorry, my lord.

Ramsay:
[to Locke] Give him the razor.

[Ramsay sits in a chair and Theon/Reek is handed a razor]

Ramsay:
I'm not a Bolton, father. What does it matter? Go on, Reek. A nice, close shave.

[Reek begins carefully shaving Ramsay]

Ramsay:
Reek, tell father, where are Bran and Rickon Stark?

Theon/Reek:
I don't know, my lord.

Roose:
You murdered them and displayed their corpses at Winterfell.

Ramsay:
Reek, did you murder the Stark boys?

Theon/Reek:
No, my lord. Just two farm boys.

Ramsay:
And crisped them so no one would know.

Theon/Reek:
Yes, my lord.

Ramsay:
The Starks have always ruled the North. If Bran and Rickon are alive, the country will rally to their side now that Robb Stark is gone.

[Theon/Reek stops shaving]

Ramsay:
Oh, that's right, Reek. Robb Stark is dead. Sorry. I know he was like a brother to you, but my father put a knife through his heart. How do you feel about that?

[Theon/Reek pauses a moment but then resumes and completes the shave]

Roose:
You ready for a hunt?

Locke:
Always.

Roose:
Find those boys and I'll give a thousand acres and a holdfast.

Locke:
Your pet rat have any thoughts on which way they went after Winterfell?

Theon/Reek:
Jon Snow is at Castle Black.

Locke:
Who the f***'s Jon Snow?

Roose:
Their bastard brother. He could be sheltering them. He may know where they are.

Ramsay:
Even if he doesn't, he's half Stark himself. He could be a threat.

Roose:
You want to prove yourself a Bolton? Gather whatever men you can and ride for Moat Cailin. Bring this creature of yours. Maybe he'll be of some use. Take the Moat for the family - for our family - and I'll reconsider your position.

Oberyn Martell:
Your Grace. Lord Tywin.

Tywin Lannister:
Prince Oberyn.

Oberyn Martell:
I don't believe you have met Ellaria. This is the Lord Hand Tywin Lannister and Cersei Lannister the Queen Regent. I suppose it is former Queen Regent now. Lord Hand and Lady Cersei, Ellaria Sand.

Ellaria Sand:
My lord. My lady.

Tywin Lannister:
Charmed.

Cersei Lannister:
Can't say I've ever met a Sand before. (Ellaria glares at her)

Ellaria Sand:
We are everywhere in Dorne. I have 10,000 brothers and sisters.

Oberyn Martell:
Bastards are born of passion, aren't they? We don't despise them in Dorne.

Cersei Lannister:
No? How tolerant of you.

Oberyn Martell:
I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei, giving up your regal responsibilities. Wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked.

Cersei Lannister:
I suppose you'll never know, Prince Oberyn. It's a shame your older brother couldn't attend the wedding.

Tywin Lannister:
(hastily) Please give him our regards. With any luck, the gout will abate with time and he will be able to walk again.

Oberyn Martell:
They call it the rich man's disease. A wonder you don't have it, Lord Tywin.

Tywin Lannister:
Noblemen in my part of the country don't enjoy the same lifestyle as our counterparts in Dorne.

Oberyn Martell:
People everywhere have their differences. In some places the highborn frown upon those of low birth. In other places, the rape and murder of women and children is considered...distasteful. What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place. (Cersei's smile vanishes)

Joffrey:
Well fought, well fought! Here you are champion's purse. You know, you're not really the champion yet, are you? A ture champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others who still dare to challenge my reign? Uncle? How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume.

[Tyrion smiles and stands up.]

Tyrion:
One taste of combat was enough for me, Your Grace. I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne. Be careful though. [Nods towards the champion dwarf.] This one is clearly mad with lust. It would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night.

[[Enraged and humiliated, Joffrey walks over to Tyrion and empties his goblet over his uncle's head.]

Tyrion:
Fine vintage. A shame that it spilled.

Joffrey:
It did not spill.

Margaery Tyrell:
My love, come back to me. It's time for my father's toast.

Joffrey:
[He does so] Well, how does he expect me to toast without wine? [To Tyrion] Uncle, you can be my cupbearer, seeing as you're too cowardly to fight.

Tyrion:
Your Grace does me a fine honor.

Joffrey:
[Dryly] It's not meant as an honor.

[A brief pause, and Tyrion gets up to take the cup, but Joffrey drops it. As Tyrion bends to pick it up, Joffrey kicks it underneath a table. Everyone stares with disbelief]

Joffrey:
Bring me my goblet.

[Tyrion goes underneath the table searching for the goblet. Sansa picks it up and hands it to Tyrion, who, in turn, hands it to Joffrey]

Joffrey:
What good is an empty cup? Fill it. [Tyrion fills the cup with wine and hands it to Joffrey] Kneel. [Tyrion looks at him] Kneel before your king. [Pause] Kneel. [Pause as Tyrion glares at Joffrey; Getting angry] I said... KNEEL!! [Tyrion keeps glaring at him]

Margaery Tyrell:
Oh, look, the pie!

Tywin Lannister:
Your brother is dead. Do you know what that means? [Tommen hesitates in answering] I'm not trying to trick you.

Tommen Baratheon:
It means I'll become king.

Tywin Lannister:
Yes, you will become king. What kind of king do you think you will be?

Tommen Baratheon:
A good king?

Tywin Lannister:
I think so as well; you have the right temperament for it. But what makes a good king, hmm? What is a good king's single most important quality?

Cersei Lannister:
This is hardly the place or the time-!

Tommen Baratheon:
Holiness?

Tywin Lannister:
Baelor the Blessed was holy and pious. He built this sept. He also named a six year old boy High Septon because he thought the boy could work miracles. He ended up fasting himself into an early grave because food was of this world and this world was sinful.

Tommen Baratheon:
Justice?

Tywin Lannister:
A good king must be just. Orys the First was just; everyone applauded his reforms, nobles and commoners alike, but he wasn't just for long. He was murdered in his sleep after less than a year by his own brother. Was that truly just of him, to abandon his subjects to an evil that he was too gullible to recognize?

Tommen Baratheon:
No. What about strength?

Tywin Lannister:
Yes, strength. King Robert was strong; he won the rebellion and crushed the Targaryen dynasty. And he attended three Small Council meetings in seventeen years of ruling, and he spent his time whoring, hunting and drinking until the last two killed him. So, we have a man who starves himself to death, a man who lets his own brother murder him and a man who thinks winning and ruling are the same thing. What do they all lack?

Tommen Baratheon:
Wisdom?

Tywin Lannister:
Yes!

Tommen Baratheon:
Wisdom is what makes a good king.

Tywin Lannister:
Yes. But what is wisdom? A house with great wealth and fertile lands asks you for your protection against another house with a strong navy that could one day oppose you. How do you know which choice is wise and which is not? Any experience of treasuries and granaries? Or shipyards and soldiers?

Tommen Baratheon:
No.

Tywin Lannister:
Of course not. A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn't. You're young. A wise young king listens to his councilors and heeds their advice until he comes of age. And the wisest kings continue to listen to them long afterwards. Your brother was not a wise king. Your brother was not a good king. If he had been, he'd probably still be alive.

Margaery Tyrell:
So am I the queen?

Olenna Tyrell:
More than you were with Renly. Less than you would have been if Joffrey had done you the courtesy of consummating the marriage before dying. In any case, this would not be an opportune moment to press the issue.

Margaery Tyrell:
Clawing at his own throat, looking to his mother to make it stop... it was horrible.

Olenna Tyrell:
The world is overflowing with horrible things. But they're all a tray of cakes next to death. They brought me your grandfather's body when he died, you know? Made me look at it.

Margaery Tyrell:
What was it like?

Olenna Tyrell:
They took me to the Great Hall and there he was. The man I'd married and suffered to father my children. A great doughy lump I'd sat next to at endless dinners and tedious gatherings. There he was... lying on a table.

Margaery Tyrell:
One of my husbands preferred the company of men and was stabbed through the heart. Another was happiest torturing animals and was poisoned at our wedding feast. I must be cursed.

Olenna Tyrell:
Nonsense. Your circumstances have improved markedly. You may not have enjoyed watching him die, but you enjoyed it more than you would have enjoyed being married to him, I can promise you that.

Margaery Tyrell:
But I would have been the queen.

Olenna Tyrell:
Our alliance with the Lannisters remains every bit as necessary to them as it is unpleasant for us. You did wonderful work on Joffrey. The next one should be easier.

Old Man:
We ask the Father to judge us with mercy accepting our human frailty. We ask the Mother to bless our crops so we may feed ourselves and all who come to our door. We ask the Warrior to give us courage in these days of strife and turmoil. We ask the Maiden to protect Sally's virtue to keep her from the clutches of depravity.

Sandor Clegane:
You got to do all seven of the f***ers?

Arya Stark:
Father!

Old Man:
We ask the Smith to strengthen our hands and our backs so we may finish the work required of us. We ask the Crone to guide us on our journey from darkness to darkness.

Sandor Clegane:
And we ask the Stranger not to kill us in our beds tonight for no damn reason at all.

Arya Stark:
I'm so sorry. [tastes the stew] Really good.

Old Man:
Did you fight at the Twins?

Sandor Clegane:
Call that a fight? Slaughtering livestock more like.

Old Man:
The Red Wedding they're calling it. Walder Frey committed sacrilege that day. He shared bread and salt with the Starks. He offered them guest right.

Sandor Clegane:
Guest right don't mean much anymore.

Old Man:
It means something to me. The gods will have their vengeance. Frey will burn in the seventh hell for what he did.

Davos Seaworth:
Westeros is not the world, Your Grace. We need to look east for ships and men. 10,000 skilled soldiers fight for the Golden Company.

Stannis Baratheon:
[disgusted] The Golden Company?

Davos Seaworth:
They've never broken a contract.

Stannis Baratheon:
They're sellswords.

Davos Seaworth:
We're willing to use blood magic to put you on the throne, but we're not willing to pay men to fight? Now the Red Woman's magic is real. Her visions and prophecies may be, too, but I've never heard of visions and prophecies winning a war. Soldiers win wars. Soldiers on the ground. It's dirty on the ground.

Stannis Baratheon:
We don't have any gold.

Davos Seaworth:
Not yet.

Stannis Baratheon:
If I do not press my claim, my claim will be forgotten. I will not become a page in someone else's history book. I'm running out of time, Ser Davos. Which means you're running out of time.

Oberyn Martell:
I'm sorry about your grandson.

Tywin Lannister:
Are you?

Oberyn Martell:
I don't believe that a child is responsible for the sins of his father- or his grandfather. An awful way to die...

Tywin Lannister:
Which way is that?

Oberyn Martell:
Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?

Tywin Lannister:
Some believe the king choked.

Oberyn Martell:
Some believe the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant. The king was poisoned.

Tywin Lannister:
I hear you studied poisons at the Citadel.

Oberyn Martell:
I did. This is why I know.

Tywin Lannister:
Your hatred for my family is...rather well known. You arrive in the capital, an expert in poisoning; some days later, my grandson dies of poisoning.

Oberyn Martell:
Rather suspicious. Why haven't you thrown me in a dungeon?

Tywin Lannister:
You spoke with Tyrion in this very brothel on the day you arrived. What did you discuss?

Oberyn Martell:
[amused] You think we conspired together?

Tywin Lannister:
What did you discuss?

Oberyn Martell:
The death of my sister. [approaches Tywin menacingly]

Tywin Lannister:
For which you blame me.

Oberyn Martell:
[angrily] She was raped and murdered by the Mountain. The Mountain follows your orders. Of course I blame you.

Tywin Lannister:
[cocks an eyebrow] I stand before you unarmed, unguarded. Should I be worried?

Oberyn Martell:
[smiles coldly] You are unarmed and unguarded because you know me better than that. I'm a man of reason; if I slit your throat today, I will be drawn and quartered tomorrow.

Tywin Lannister:
Men at war commit all kinds of crimes, without their superiors' knowledge.

Oberyn Martell:
So you're denying involvement in Elia's murder?

Tywin Lannister:
Categorically. [long pause, then Oberyn turns away]

Oberyn Martell:
I would like to speak with the Mountain.

Tywin Lannister:
[raises his eyebrows again, smiles] I'm sure he would enjoy speaking with you.

Oberyn Martell:
He might not enjoy it as he thinks he would.

Tywin Lannister:
I could arrange for this meeting-

Oberyn Martell:
But you want something in return.

Tywin Lannister:
There will be a trial for my son and as custom dictates, three judges will render a verdict. I will preside, Mace Tyrell will serve as the second judge and I would like you to be the third.

Oberyn Martell:
Why?

Tywin Lannister:
Not long ago, the Tyrells sided with Renly Baratheon, declared themselves enemies of the throne; now they are our strongest allies-

Oberyn Martell:
Well, you made the Tyrell girl a Queen. Asking me to judge at your son's trial isn't quite as tempting.

Tywin Lannister:
I will also invite you to sit on the Small Council, to serve as one of the new king's principal advisors. [Oberyn sips his wine, then turns around]

Oberyn Martell:
I never realized you had such respect for Dorne, Lord Tywin.

Tywin Lannister:
We are not Seven Kingdoms until Dorne returns to the fold. The king is dead, the Greyjoys are in open rebellion, a wildling army marches on the Wall and in the East, a Targaryen girl has three dragons. Before long, she will turn her eyes to Westeros. Only the Dornish managed to resist Aegon Targaryen and his dragons.

Oberyn Martell:
[grins] You're saying you need us? That must be hard for you to admit.

Tywin Lannister:
We need each other. You help me serve justice to the King's assassins... and I will help you serve justice to Elia's. [Offers Oberyn his hand to shake]

A single rider has ridden out to meet Daenerys and her army

Daenerys Targaryen:
What is he doing?

Barristan Selmy:
I believe he means to...

[The Mereen Champion pisses on the ground, while shouting in Valyrian]

Missandei:
He says that we're an army of men without man parts. He claims you are no woman at all, but a man who... hides his cock in his own arsehole.

Barristan Selmy:
Ignore him, Your Grace. These are meaningless words.

Jorah Mormont:
They're not meaningless if half the city you intend to take is listening to them.

Daenerys Targaryen:
I have something to say to the people of Meereen. [points to the shouting champion] First, I will need this one to be quiet.

After Daario has effortless dispatched Mereen's champion, Daenerys addresses the slaves of Meereen

Daenerys Targaryen:
I am Daenerys Stormborn. Your Masters may have told you lies about me, or they may have told you nothing. It does not matter. I have nothing to say to them. I only speak to you. First, I went to Astapor. Those who were slaves in Astapor, now stand behind me, free. Next I went to Yunkai. Those who were slaves in Yunkai, now stand behind me, free. Now I have come to Meereen. I am not your enemy. Your enemy is beside you. Your enemy steals and murders your children. Your enemy has nothing for you but chains and suffering, and commands. I do not bring you commands. I bring you a choice. And I bring your enemies what they deserve.

Teenage slave:
You heard her. She said she came to free us!

Old slave:
You're a fool. The Masters are too strong.

Teenage Slave:
She will protect us. She defeated the Masters' champion. She has a great army. You want to live the rest of your life in chains?

Adult slave:
I want to live. You saw what they did to those children. What do you think they'll do to us?

Old slave:
I've been through two slave revolts, boy. They always end the same way: the Masters in power and the slaves dead.

Grey Worm:
All men must die. But I promise you, a single day of freedom is worth more than a lifetime in chains.

Old slave:
Who are you?

Grey Worm:
This one is called Grey Worm. I was taken as a baby by the Masters of Astapor, raised and trained as Unsullied. Now I fight for Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons and Breaker of Chains.

Old slave:
You are Unsullied? They taught you how to fight before you could walk. We are not soldiers!

Adult slave:
We have no training, no weapons.

Grey Worm and the Unsullied dump bags filled with swords on the ground.

Grey Worm:
There are three slaves in this city for every Master. No one can give you your freedom, brothers. If you want it, you must take it.

Daenerys Targaryen:
Remind me, Ser Jorah, how many children did the Great Masters nail to mileposts?

Jorah Mormont:
163, Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen:
Yes, that was it. [nods to the Unsullied]

Barristan Semly:
Your Grace, may I have a word? The city is yours. All these people, they're your subjects now. Sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.

Daenerys Targaryen:
I will answer injustice with justice.

Jaime Lannister:
What the hell was that?

Bronn:
That was me knocking your ass to the dirt with your own hand.

Jaime Lannister:
You're a rare talent. When you're fighting cripples, anyway.

Bronn:
You learned to fight like a good little boy. I'll bet that thrust through the Mad King's back was pretty as a picture. You want to fight pretty or you want to win?

Jaime Lannister:
You talk to my brother this way?

Bronn:
All the time. He got used to it.

Jaime Lannister:
Do you think he did it?

Bronn:
No. Oh, he hated the little twat, sure. But who didn't? And poison's not his style. Or murder, for that matter. You want to know for sure, why don't you ask him? You haven't been to see him yet, eh?

Jaime Lannister:
We're done for today.

Bronn:
Your brother ever tell you how I came into his service?

Jaime Lannister:
You stood for him in his trial by combat at the Eyrie.

Bronn:
Aye. But only when Lady Arryn demanded the trial take place that day. You were his first choice. He named you for his champion because he knew you would ride day and night to come fight for him. You gonna fight for him now?

Jaime Lannister:
To tell you the truth, this isn't so bad. Four walls. A pot to piss in. I was chained to a wooden post covered in my own shit for months.

Tyrion Lannister:
Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Jaime Lannister:
Maybe a bit. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.

Tyrion Lannister:
It's complicated, yes. So how is our sister?

Jaime Lannister:
How do you think? Her son died in her arms.

Tyrion Lannister:
Her son?

Jaime Lannister:
Don't. [Pause] You know what's coming?

Tyrion Lannister:
My trial for regicide. Yes, I know. I know the whole bloody country thinks I'm guilty. I know that one of my three judges has wished me dead more times than I can count. And that judge is my father. As for Cersei, well, she's probably working on a way to avoid a trial altogether by having me killed.

Jaime Lannister:
Now that you mention it, she did ask.

Tyrion Lannister:
So, should I turn around and close my eyes?

Jaime Lannister:
Depends. Did you do it?

Tyrion Lannister:
The Kingslayer brothers. You like it? I like it. You're really asking if I killed your son?

Jaime Lannister:
Are you really asking if I'd kill my brother? How can I help you?

Tyrion Lannister:
Well, you could set me free.

Jaime Lannister:
You know I can't.

Tyrion Lannister:
Then there's really nothing else to say.

Jaime Lannister:
What do you want me to do? Kill the guards? Sneak you out of the city in the back of a cart? I'm the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

Tyrion Lannister:
Sorry, I'd forgotten. I'd hate for you to do something inappropriate.

Jaime Lannister:
Inappropriate? You're accused of killing the king. Freeing you is treason.

Tyrion Lannister:
Except I didn't do it.

Jaime Lannister:
Which is why we're having a trial.

Tyrion Lannister:
A trial. If the killer threw himself before the Iron Throne, confessed to his crimes, and gave irrefutable evidence of his guilt, it wouldn't matter to Cersei. She won't rest until my head's on a spike.

Jaime Lannister:
Not just yours. She's offering a knighthood to whomever finds Sansa Stark.

Tyrion Lannister:
Sansa couldn't have done this.

Jaime Lannister:
She had more reason than anyone in the Seven Kingdoms. Do you think it's a coincidence she disappeared the same night Joffrey died?

Tyrion Lannister:
No, but... Sansa's not a killer. Not yet, anyway.

High Septon:
May the Warrior grant him courage and protect him in these dark times. May the Smith grant him strength, that he might bear this heavy burden. And may the Crone, she that knows the fate of all men, show him the path he must walk and guide him through the dark places that lie ahead. In the light of the Seven, I now proclaim Tommen of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. [crowns Tommen] Long may he reign!

(Cersei comes to join Margaery, who eyes her warily)

Margaery Tyrell:
(coolly) Your Grace?

Cersei Lannister:
(they both watch her son Tommen) There he is.

Margaery Tyrell:
Long may he reign.

Cersei Lannister:
'Long may he reign.'

Margaery Tyrell:
He sits the Throne like he was born to it.

Cersei Lannister:
Yes. He wasn't, though, was he?

Margaery Tyrell:
No, he wasn't.

Cersei Lannister:
You still mourn for Joffrey? (touches Margaery's black mantle)

Margaery Tyrell:
He was my husband, my King.

Cersei Lannister:
He would have been your nightmare.

Margaery Tyrell:
(pause) Your Grace, I-

Cersei Lannister:
You knew exactly what he was. I did, too. You never love anything in the world the way you love your first child. It doesn't matter what they do. And what he did, it shocked me. Do you think I'm easily shocked?

Margaery Tyrell:
No.

Cersei Lannister:
The things he did shocked me. (Margaery glances at her, then they both look towards Tommen) He's only a boy. A good boy, a decent boy, he always has been. Who was the last decent king, I wonder?... He could be the first man to sit on that throne in fifty years to actually deserve it.

Margaery Tyrell:
(nods) It would be some consolation, wouldn't it? For all the horror that put him there.

Cersei Lannister:
He will need help... if he's going to rule well. (looks pointedly at Margaery)

Margaery Tyrell:
He has you. (ducks her head respectfully)

Cersei Lannister:
A mother is not enough. You're still interested in being Queen, I take it?

Margaery Tyrell:
(scoffs) After all that's happened? (Cersei continues looking at her pointedly) It sounds strange, I know, but I haven't given any thought to it. What comes next. (she meets Cersei's gaze) It would be a great honor, of course. But I will have to speak to my father about it. (she watches Mace Tyrell talking to someone in the hall)

Cersei Lannister:
Yes, speak to your father. I'll speak to mine. (watches Tywin, standing next to Tommen's throne.)

Margaery Tyrell:
(leans close to Cersei conspiratorially) We may be faced with an alarming number of weddings soon. (they both smile, amused) I won't even know what to call you. Sister, or Mother? (Cersei's smile fades as she looks away, remembering her betrothal to Loras)

Jorah Mormont:
Joffrey Baratheon is dead. Murdered at his own wedding. (Daenerys stares at him in amazement)

Barristan Selmy:
And we've taken the Meereenese Navy, Your Grace.

Daario Naharis:
The Second Sons took the Meereenese Navy.

Daenerys Targaryen:
(sharply) Who told you to take their Navy?

Daario Naharis:
No-one.

Daenerys Targaryen:
So why did you do it?

Daario Naharis:
I heard you like ships. (shrugs at Selmy as Daenerys turns away)

Daenerys Targaryen:
How many ships?

Barristan Selmy:
Ninety-three, Your Grace.

Daenerys Targaryen:
How many men can they carry?

Barristan Selmy:
Ninety-three hundred, not counting sailors.

Daenerys Targaryen:
(looks to Jorah Mormont) Would that be enough to take King's Landing?

Jorah Mormont:
The Lannisters have more.

Barristan Selmy:
(confidently) They've been fighting Joffrey's mad wars for years. They're tired, dispersed, and now their King is dead. (Daario Naharis nods) 8,000 Unsullied and 2,000 Second Sons sail into Blackwater Bay, storm the gates without warning... (Dany continues to look to Jorah)

Jorah Mormount:
It's hard to say. Could be enough... but we're not fighting to make you Queen of King's Landing. Ten thousand men cannot conquer Westeros.

Barristan Selmy:
The old Houses will flock to our Queen when she crosses the Narrow Sea.

Jorah Mormount:
The old Houses will flock to whichever side they think will win, as they always have. (stands up) There's other news, from Yunkai. Without the Unsullied to enforce your rule, the Wise Masters have re-taken control of the city. They've re-enslaved what freed men have stayed behind and sworn to take revenge against you. (Daenerys turns away) And in Astapor, the council you installed to rule over the city has been overthrown by a butcher named Cleon, who's declared himself 'His Imperial Majesty'.

Daenerys Targaryen:
(to her council) Please leave me. (they begin to leave) Not you, Jorah. (Jorah comes back) It appears my liberation of Slaver's Bay isn't going quite as planned.

Jorah Mormont:
You could sail for Westeros and leave it all behind. A boy sits on the Iron Throne, a boy whom many believe to be a bastard with no right to it. They have never been more vulnerable.

Daenerys Targaryen:
You counceled me against rashness in Qarth. I didn't listen, but all worked out well. (pause) How can I rule seven Kingdoms... if I can't control Slaver's Bay? Why should anyone trust me? Why should anyone follow me?! (turns away)

Jorah Mormont:
You're a Targaryen. You're the Mother of Dragons.

Daenerys Targaryen:
I need to be more than that. (turns around again) I will not let those I have freed slide back into chains. I will not sail for Westeros.

Jorah Mormont:
What, then?

Daenerys Targaryen:
I will do what Queens do. I will rule.

Lysa Arryn:
What took you so long?

Petyr Baelish:
Arranging for the ascension of King Tommen I, extricating Sansa, getting her here alive.

Lysa Arryn:
She's here. We've spent more than enough time on her for one evening. Let's get married tonight.

Petyr Baelish:
Ought we not... inform the Lords of the Vale about the ceremony?

Lysa Arryn:
There's only one Lord of the Vale. The others can all hang. Lurking and simpering on the stairs like buzzards the moment my husband died, trying to get their claws in me.

Petyr Baelish:
I do think that we could wait until-

Lysa Arryn:
I'm done waiting, Petyr. We had our wedding night many years ago. Or don't you remember?

Petyr Baelish:
Like it was yesterday.

Lysa Arryn:
What wife would do for you the things I've done for you? What wife would trust you the way I've trusted you? When you gave me those drops and told me to pour them into Jon's wine, my husband's wine- when you told me to write a letter to Cat telling her it was the Lannisters--

[Petyr interrupts Lysa by kissing her passionatly]

Petyr Baelish:
The deed is done. Faded into nothing. Only speaking of it can make it real. Tonight it is, then. Let me bathe and dress for the occasion. Once I'm presentable, I'll call on the septon immediately.

[Lysa opens the doors, revealing a septon]

Lysa Arryn:
I'm warning you. I'm going to scream when my husband makes love to me. I'm going to scream so loud, they'll hear me clear across the Narrow Sea.

Lysa Arryn:
Your mother always had a sweet tooth, you know?

Sansa Stark:
Really?

Lysa Arryn:
Oh, yes. At suppertime, she would go straight for honey cakes, candied almonds, custard. Anything sweet. Eventually, your grandfather had to assign a septa to watch her at meals. Cat was the firstborn daughter after all. It was important that she remain desirable so Father could arrange a good match for her and she was starting to get fat.

Sansa Stark:
[incredulous] My mother fat? She never let me have my pudding until I'd finished all my proper food.

Lysa Arryn:
This is before she married your father and moved to the North. By the time you were born, your father's austerity had become hers. Marriage changes people. [notices Sansa has stopped eating] I didn't mean for you to stop. Go on, enjoy them. How do you like them?

Sansa Stark:
They're delicious. Where did you get the lemons? You can't grow them up here.

Lysa Arryn:
Oh, gods, no. Petyr had three crates brought all the way from King's Landing. He knew you liked lemon cakes.

Sansa Stark:
He's so kind.

Lysa Arryn:
He really cares for you. Think where you'd be without him. In their clutches and tried for murder.

Sansa Stark:
Yes. I'm very lucky.

Lysa Arryn:
He feels responsible for you.

Sansa Stark:
Oh, I know he does. I'm so grateful.

Lysa Arryn:
[sharply] Why? Why does he feel responsible for you?

Sansa Stark:
Well, I'm half Tully. He loved your... family so much.

Lysa Arryn:
Loved your mother.

Sansa Stark:
No.

Lysa Arryn:
That's what you wanted to say.

Sansa Stark:
He loves you, Aunt Lysa. He's married to you.

Lysa Arryn:
Your mother never loved him. Never. Cat always went straight for the sweetest thing. The most obvious thing. Your Uncle Brandon. Your handsome, arrogant, cruel Uncle Brandon. He almost killed Petyr in a duel. And your mother loved him anyway. And now Petyr is risking his life to save you, the daughter of a woman who didn't love him no more than those whores in his brothels. Has he told you about them?

Sansa Stark:
No.

Lysa Arryn:
He hasn't told you about the vile things they do with their bodies? [squeezes Sansa's hands] The vile things they let him do with their bodies?

Sansa Stark:
No, never.

Lysa Arryn:
Are you pregnant?

Sansa Stark:
What? No, I told you. Lord Tyrion and I never-

Lysa Arryn:
I wasn't asking about Tyrion. What have you let Petyr do with your body?

Sansa Stark:
Aunt Lysa, no, I-

Lysa Arryn:
Your young, pretty body.

Sansa Stark:
Nothing. I'm a virgin.

Lysa Arryn:
Don't lie to me.

Sansa Stark:
You're hurting me.

Lysa Arryn:
I'll know if you lie.

Sansa Stark:
I'm a virgin, I swear it. He loves you, Aunt Lysa. All he says is that I'm stupid. I'm a stupid little girl with stupid dreams who never learns and I'm a terrible liar, so I should always tell the truth. And I swear to you that he has never touched me. Not once, not ever.

Lysa Arryn:
Shh. Shh. Shh. It's all right. It will all be all right. You'll be a widow soon. They'll execute that dwarf for murdering the king and you'll be free to marry Robin. You'll be the Lady of the Vale.

Sandor Clegane:
The hell you doing?

Arya Stark:
Practicing.

Sandor Clegane:
What, ways to die?

Arya Stark:
No one's going to kill me.

Sandor Clegane:
They will if you nance around like that. That's no way to fight.

Arya Stark:
It's not fighting. It's water dancing.

Sandor Clegane:
Dancing? Maybe you ought to put on a dress. Who taught you that shite?

Arya Stark:
The greatest swordsman who ever lived. Syrio Forel, the First Sword to the Sealord of Braavos.

Sandor Clegane:
[scoffs] Braavos. Greasy-haired little bastard, I bet. They all are.

Arya Stark:
What do you know about anything?

Sandor Clegane:
I bet his hair is greasier than Joffrey's cunt.

Arya Stark:
It was not.

Sandor Clegane:
Was? He dead?

Arya Stark:
Yes.

Sandor Clegane:
How?

Arya Stark:
He was killed.

Sandor Clegane:
Who by?

Arya Stark:
Meryn Trant. That's why Ser Meryn--

Sandor Clegane:
Meryn Trant? The greatest swordsman who ever lived killed by Meryn f***ing Trant?

Arya Stark:
He was outnumbered.

Sandor Clegane:
Any boy whore with a sword could beat three Meryn Trants.

Arya Stark:
Syrio didn't have a sword. Or armor. Just a stick.

Sandor Clegane:
The greatest swordsman who ever lived didn't have a sword? [laughs] All right. You have a sword. Let's see what he taught you. Go on, do it for your Braavosi friend. Dead like all the rest of your friends.

[Arya stabs him with Needle, but the sword won't penetrate his armor and Sandor smacks her in the face]

Sandor Clegane:
Your friend's dead and Meryn Trant's not 'cause Trant had armor and a big f***ing sword.

Tycho Nestoris:
I'm afraid we must respectfully decline your request. But we thank you for paying us the honor of your visit.

Davos Seaworth:
My lord.

Tycho Nestoris:
I'm not a lord, Ser Davos Seaworth. You would not be either here. In Braavos, thieves are not rewarded with titles.

Davos Seaworth:
Well, strictly speaking, I didn't do the thieving. That would be the pirates. I just moved what they stole from one place to another. [shows his mutilated hand] This is the payment that was demanded by King Stannis for my crimes. I consider it an honest accounting. He's an honest man and he's your best chance to get back the money you've sunk into Westeros. Which is a lot, I imagine. Wars are expensive.

Tycho Nestoris:
The war is over.

Davos Seaworth:
As long as Stannis lives, the war is not over. Who's the real power in King's Landing?

Tycho Nestoris:
Ser Davos...

Davos Seaworth:
Humor me.

Tycho Nestoris:
Tywin Lannister.

Davos Seaworth:
How old is Tywin Lannister?

Tycho Nestoris:
67.

Davos Seaworth:
67. And when he dies, who's in command? A half-grown boy, the product of incest? Cersei Lannister, a queen whose people despise her? Jaime Lannister, a man best known for killing the king he was sworn to protect? When Tywin's gone, who do you back?

Tycho Nestoris:
That is a problem for another time.

Davos Seaworth:
Begging your pardon, I think it's a problem for now. There's only one reliable leader left in Westeros. [points to Stannis] Stannis. He's got the birthright. He's in his prime. He's a tried and tested battle commander. [shows his hand again] And he doesn't just talk about paying people back, he does it.

Varys:
Prince Oberyn.

Oberyn Martell:
Lord Varys.

Varys:
Only "Varys". I'm not actually a nobleman; no-one is under obligation to call me "Lord".

Oberyn Martell:
And yet everyone does. [pause]

Varys:
You seemed quite knowledgeable about the Unsullied, Prince Oberyn. Did you spend much time in Essos?

Oberyn Martell:
five years.

Varys:
May I ask why?

Oberyn:
It is a big and beautiful world. Most people live and die in the same corner where we were born in, without ever getting to see more of it. I don't want to be most of us.

Varys:
[smiles] Most of us aren't princes.

'Oberyn Martell:
[stares at Varys for a moment, then smiles] You are from Essos. Where? Lhys?... [notices Varys' disconcerted expression] I have an ear for accents.

Varys:
[sharply] I've lost my accent entirely.

Oberyn Martell:
[smiles] I have an ear for that as well. How did you get here?

Varys:
It's a long story.

Oberyn Martell:
[shrugs] One you don't like telling people?

Varys:
People I trust...

Oberyn Martell:
My paramour, Ellaria, she would find you very interesting. You should come to the brothel and meet her. We've brought our own wine- not the swill they serve here- and we have some lovely boys. You did like boys, before? [Varys shakes his head] Really? Girls? Hmmm... hope you won't be offended when I say I never would have guessed.

Varys:
Not at all... but I was never interested in girls either.

Oberyn Martell:
What, then?

Varys:
Nothing.

Oberyn Martell:
Everybody is interested in something.

Varys:
Not me. When I see what desire does to people- what it's done to this country- I am very glad to have no part in it. Besides, the absence of desire leaves one free to pursue... other things.

Oberyn Martell:
Such as?... [he follows Vary's gaze to the Iron Throne; Varys walks away, and Oberyn smiles]

Salladhor Saan:
The lookout sees a pirate ship sailing their way. The captain shouts to his first mate, "Bring me my red shirt." The first mate brings the red shirt and the captain puts it on, and when the pirates try to board, the brave captain leads his men to victory. A few days later, the lookout screams, "Two pirate ships!" The crew is shivering like scared mice. But the courageous captain hollers, "Bring me my red shirt!" After the battle, the first mate asks, "Captain, why do you call for your red shirt before battle?" The captain replies, "So that if I am stabbed, you will not see me bleed." The next morning the lookout screams, "Ten pirate ships! We are surrounded!" The crew goes silent. They all look to their brave captain, waiting for his usual command. Calm as ever, the captain bellows-

Whores:
[together] "Bring me my brown pants!!" [laughing]

Davos:
You think they ever met a pirate who didn't tell them that joke?

Oberyn Martell:
These meetings aren't always going to be this early, are they? I was up late last night. [sarcastic] So, does this mean I am a master of something now? Coins, ships?

Mace Tyrell:
Lord Tywin and I already determined that I shall be the Master of Ships long before you-

[Tywin enters and everybody but Oberyn stands up]

Mace Tyrell:
Lord Tywin, it's a great honor to have been granted a seat on this council. I-

Tywin Lannister:
The trial begins this afternoon. We only have the morning for affairs of state. Shall we begin?

Varys:
Sandor Clegane has been spotted in the Riverlands, my lord.

Cersei Lannister:
A coward and a traitor.

Varys:
My birds tell me the Hound slaughtered five of our soldiers. I believe the phrase "f*** the king" was uttered.

Pycelle:
Disgraceful.

Tywin Lannister:
What would it take to make the common soldier stupid enough to try his luck with the Hound?

Varys:
10 Silver stags seems a generous bounty.

Tywin Lannister:
Make it 100. What else?

Varys:
More whispers from the east, my lord.

Tywin Lannister:
The Targaryen girl?

Varys:
Daenerys has taken up residence in Meereen. She has conquered the city and rules as its queen.

Cersei Lannister:
Conquered with what?

Varys:
She commands an army of Unsullied, my queen. Some 8,000 strong. She has a company of sellswords, the Second Sons. She has two knights advising her. Jorah Mormont and Barristan Selmy. And she has three dragons.

Cersei Lannister:
Baby dragons.

Varys:
Larger every year, Your Grace.

Pycelle:
Mormont is spying on her for us.

Varys:
No longer. He appears to be fully devoted to her. As for Ser Barristan, it would seem he took his dismissal from the Kingsguard a bit harder than anticipated.

Cersei Lannister:
He's an old man. He wasn't fit to protect my son.

Tywin Lannister:
Joffrey didn't die on his watch. Dismissing him was as insulting as it was stupid.

Cersei Lannister:
Don't tell me you're worried about a child halfway across the world.

Varys:
A child with two seasoned warriors counseling her and a powerful army at her back, Your Grace.

Oberyn Martell:
Lord Varys is right. I have been to Essos and seen the Unsullied firsthand. They are very impressive on the battlefield. Less so in the bedroom.

Tywin Lannister:
Dragons haven't won a war in 300 years. Armies win them all the time. She must be dealt with.

Jaime Lannister:
You'd condemn your own son to death?

Tywin Lannister:
I've condemned no-one. The trial is not over.

Jaime Lannister:
This isn't a trial, it's a farce! Cersei has manipulated everything and you know it!

Tywin Lannister:
I know nothing of the sort.

Jaime Lannister:
[angry] You've always hated Tyrion!

Tywin Lannister:
He killed his king-

Jaime Lannister:
As did I! Do you know the last order the Mad King gave me? To bring him your head! I saved your life so you could murder my brother?!

Tywin Lannister:
It won't be murder, it will be justice.

Jaime Lannister:
Justice?!

Tywin Lannister:
I'm performing my sworn duty as Hand of the King. If Tyrion is found guilty, he will be punished accordingly.

Jaime Lannister:
He'll be executed.

Tywin Lannister:
No, he'll be punished accordingly!

Jaime Lannister:
Once, you said family is what lives on. All that lives on. You told me about a dynasty that would last 1000 years. What happens to your dynasty when Tyrion dies? [gestures to his armour] I'm a Kingsguard, forbidden by oath to carry on the family line.

Tywin Lannister:
[dismissive] I'm well aware of your oath.

Jaime Lannister:
What happens to your name? Who carries the lion banner into future battles? Your nephews? Lancel Lannister?! Others whose names I don't even remember?!

Tywin Lannister:
What happens to my dynasty if I spare the life of my grandson's killer?!

Jaime Lannister:
It survives...through me. [Tywin looks shocked] I'll leave the Kingsguard, I'll take my place as your son and heir if you let Tyrion live.

Tywin Lannister:
Done. [Jaime is stunned] When the testimony is concluded and the guilty verdict rendered, Tyrion will be given the chance to speak. He'll plead for mercy, I'll allow him to join the Night's Watch. In three days times, he'll depart for Castle Black and live out his days at the Wall. You'll remove your white cloak immediately. You will leave King's Landing to assume your rightful place at Casterly Rock. You will marry a suitable woman, and father children named "Lannister". And you'll never turn your back on your family again.

Jaime Lannister:
You have my word.

Tywin Lannister:
And you have mine.

[Immediately after, Jaime approaches Tyrion during a recess in the trial]

Tyrion Lannister:
Not going well, is it?!

Jaime Lannister:
You're going to be found guilty-

Tyrion Lannister:
[sarcastically] Oh, you think so?!

Jaime Lannister:
And when you are, you need to enter a formal plea for mercy and ask to be sent to the Wall. Father's agreed to it. He'll spare your life and allow you join the Night's Watch.

Tyrion Lannister:
Ned Stark was promised the same thing, and we both know how that turned out!

Jaime Lannister:
Father's not Joffrey! He'll keep his word-

Tyrion Lannister:
[Disbelieving] How do you know?

Jaime Lannister:
Do you trust me? [Tyrion nods]

Tyrion:
[After Shae testifies against him] Father... I wish to confess. I wish to confess.

Tywin:
You wish to confess?

Tyrion:
[To the audience of the trial] I saved you. I saved this city [angrily] and all your worthless lives! I should've let Stannis kill you all!

[The crowd groans with disgust]

Tywin:
Tyrion! [Tyrion looks at him] Do you wish to confess?

Tyrion:
Yes... Father. I'm guilty. Guilty! Is that what you want to hear!?

Tywin:
You admit you've poisoned the King?

Tyrion:
No. Of that, I'm innocent. I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I'm guilty of being a dwarf!

Tywin:
[Scoffs] You are not on trial for being a dwarf.

Tyrion:
[Angrily] Oh, yes I am! I've been on trial for that my entire life!

Tywin:
[Impatiently] Have you nothing to say on your defense?

Tyrion:
Nothing but this: I did not do it. [With great fury; to Cersei] I did not kill Joffrey, but I WISH that I HAD! Watching your vicious bastard die give me MORE relief than 1,000 lying whores!! [To the crowd] I WISH I WAS THE MONSTER YOU THINK I AM!! I WISH I HAD ENOUGH POISON FOR THE WHOLE PACK OF YOU!! I WOULD GLADLY GIVE MY LIFE TO WATCH YOU ALL SWALLOW IT!!!

[The entire crowd roars with outrage]

Tywin:
[Angrily stands] Ser Meryn! Ser Meryn, escort the prisoner back to his cell!

Tyrion:
[Stares irately at his father] I WILL NOT GIVE MY LIFE FOR JOFFREY'S MURDER, AND I KNOW I'LL GET NO JUSTICE HERE!! SO I WILL LET THE GODS DECIDE MY FATE! I DEMAND A TRIAL BY COMBAT!!!

[The crowd, once again, roars with outrage, as Margaery, Shae, Jaime and Cersei stare at Tyrion with disbelief. Tyrion and his father glare at each other]

Jaime Lannister:
I made a deal for you to keep your ungrateful head on your ungrateful neck a little while longer.

Tyrion Lannister:
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?

Jaime Lannister:
You threw your life away. You threw it away. It's not a joke. You understand that, don't you?

Tyrion Lannister:
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.

Jaime Lannister:
You fell in love with a whore.

Tyrion Lannister:
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.

Jaime Lannister:
He's willing to sacrifice any of us.

Tyrion Lannister:
Not you. You're the golden son. You could kill a king, lose a hand, f*** your own sister, you'll always be the golden son.

Jaime Lannister:
Careful. I'm the last friend you've got.

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

Jaime Lannister:
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.

Tyrion Lannister:
Don't give up on me just yet. I survived one trial by combat, even though you weren't there to save me.

Jaime Lannister:
I can't save you this time either. My training has proved that I can't beat a stable boy with my left hand.

Tyrion Lannister:
Where's your sense of adventure? Even if you lose, imagine the look on father's face when you fall. Our family name snuffed out with a single swing of the sword.

Jaime Lannister:
It is tempting.

Tyrion Lannister:
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.

Jaime Lannister:
If he wins.

Tyrion Lannister:
Will you find him for me? [Jaime nods] 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.

Jaime Lannister:
No. Not Ser Meryn.

[Bronn enters Tyrion's cell, dressed in noble finery]

Bronn:
My lord. [makes a mocking bow]

Tyrion Lannister:
[suspicious] You have new clothes.

Bronn:
You like them, eh? Gloves are doeskin, softer than a virgin's thighs.

Tyrion Lannister:
I sent for you days ago.

Bronn:
I've been a bit busy.

Tyrion Lannister:
Doing what?!

Bronn:
My lonesome bachelor days are over. I'm to wed Lollys Stokeworth.

Tyrion Lannister:
[astounded] Lollys Stokeworth?! She doesn't strike me as your sort of girl.

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

Tyrion Lannister:
She's dim-witted!

Bronn:
If I wanted wits, I'd marry you.

Tyrion Lannister:
When my sister arranged this love match, did she mention that Lollys has an older sister?

Bronn:
Falyse. Aye, I did know about the older sister.

Tyrion Lannister:
And you do understand the rules of inheritance?

Bronn:
Falyse is forty and barren.

Tyrion Lannister:
She still gets Castle Stokeworth when her father dies.

Bronn:
[nods] She does...unless she happens to perish before her father, then Lollys gets the castle. [sees Tyrion's incredulous expression] What?! Ladies fall from their horse and snap their pretty necks all the time.

Tyrion Lannister:
You and my sister deserve each other. Why did you bother to come here?

Bronn:
You once said if anyone ever asked me to sell you out, you'd double their price.

Tyrion Lannister:
Is it two wives you want or two castles?!

Bronn:
One of each would do... but if you want me to kill the Mountain for you, it'd better be a damn big castle.

Tyrion Lannister:
I'm a bit short on castles at the moment, but I can offer you gold and gratitude.

Bronn:
I have gold. What can I buy with gratitude?

Tyrion Lannister:
You might be surprised. A Lannister always pays his debts.

Bronn:
Your sister's a Lannister too.

Tyrion Lannister:
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.

Bronn:
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 f***ing Lollys and fighting the Mountain, you'd have your britches down and your cock up before I could blink!

Tyrion Lannister:
Does he frighten you so much?!

Bronn:
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 from hacking at me he dropped his sword, get him off his feet somehow...but one misstep and I'm dead. Why should I risk it?

Tyrion Lannister:
Because you're my friend.

Bronn:
Aye, I'm your friend...and when have you ever risked your life for me? [Tyrion looks stunned and then despondent] I like you, pampered little shit that you are. I just...like myself more.

Tyrion Lannister:
I understand.

Bronn:
I'm sorry it has to be this way.

Tyrion Lannister:
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. [they shake hands for the last time]

Bronn:
We had some good days together.

Tyrion Lannister:
Yes, we did. [Bronn goes to leave, but stops at the door]

Bronn:
What will you do?

Tyrion Lannister:
I suppose I'll have to kill the Mountain myself. Won't that make for a great song?

Bronn:
I hope to hear them sing it one day.

Jorah Mormont:
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?

Daenerys Targaryen:
I could never have faith in a man like Daario. That's why I've sent him and the Second Sons to retake Yunkai.

Jorah Mormont:
You have?

Daenerys Targaryen:
I have.

Jorah Mormont:
Without you there to rule, Khaleesi, I fear the masters will simply bide their time, wait for the invaders to leave and reassert control.

Daenerys Targaryen:
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.

Jorah Mormont:
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.

Daenerys Targaryen:
And repay the slavers with what? Kindness? A fine? A stern warning?

Jorah Mormont:
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.

Daenerys Targaryen:
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.

Jorah Mormont:
I sold men into slavery, Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen:
And now you are helping me show them to freedom.

Jorah Mormont:
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.

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

Jorah Mormont:
Hizdahr zo Loraq?

Daenerys Targaryen:
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.

Jorah Mormont:
Yes, Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen:
No. Tell him you changed my mind.

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

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

Tyrion Lannister:
Mm, do tell. I've got every kind of filth down here except the kind I like.

Oberyn Martell:
Your sister. 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.

Tyrion Lannister:
Making honest feelings do dishonest work is one of her many gifts.

Oberyn Martell:
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.

Tyrion Lannister:
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.

Oberyn Martell:
Yes, I know. We met, you and I. Many years ago.

Tyrion Lannister:
I think I would have remembered that.

Oberyn Martell:
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.

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

Oberyn Martell:
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.

Tyrion Lannister:
That would have made things so much easier.

Oberyn Martell:
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."

Tyrion Lannister:
[holding back tears] Well... sooner or later, Cersei always gets what she wants.

Oberyn Martell:
And what about what I want? Justice for my sister and her children.

Tyrion Lannister:
If you want justice, you've come to the wrong place.

Oberyn Martell:
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. [Tyrion begins shaking with relief that someone will finally stand for him]

[Sansa has build a snow castle of Winterfell]

Robin Arryn:
Does Winterfell have a Moon Door?

Sansa Stark:
No, I'm afraid not. It's not high up in the mountains. It's down on the ground.

Robin Arryn:
That sounds dangerous. How do you make people fly?

Sansa Stark:
We don't.

Robin Arryn:
What do you do with all the bad people and the scary people and the people you don't like?

Sansa Stark:
I never did anything with them at all. Girls didn't take part in that where I came from.

Robin Arryn:
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.

Sansa Stark:
I like the sound of that.

Robin Arryn:
Let's put a Moon Door in your Winterfell.

Sansa Stark:
All right.

Robin Arryn:
It can go in here in this big tower.

Sansa Stark:
Careful. [Robin knocks down the tower] You've ruined it. Now I'm going to have to rebuild the whole thing.

Robin Arryn:
I didn't ruin it.

Sansa Stark:
You did.

Robin Arryn:
It was already ruined because it didn't have a Moon Door. I was fixing it.

Sansa Stark:
Knocking things down isn't fixing them. It's ruining them.

Robin Arryn:
I didn't ruin it!

Sansa Stark:
You're being stupid.

Robin Arryn:
[yelling] I didn't ruin it!

[Robin starts kicking the snow castle. Sansa slaps him in the face, causing Robin to run crying inside]

Sansa Stark:
Robin, I'm sorry, I--

Petyr Baelish:
Children.

Sansa Stark:
I hit him.

Petyr Baelish:
Yes, I saw.

Sansa Stark:
I shouldn't have done that.

Petyr Baelish:
No, his mother should have a long time ago. Consider it a step in the right direction.

Sansa Stark:
Why did you really kill Joffrey? Tell me why.

Petyr Baelish:
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.

Sansa Stark:
You wanted to see me, Aunt Lysa?

Lysa Arryn:
Come here, Sansa. Do you know how far the fall is?

Sansa Stark:
No.

Lysa Arryn:
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.

Sansa Stark:
I'm so sorry, Aunt Lysa. I never should have hit Robin, I know it. I promise it won't happen-

Lysa Arryn:
Don't be coy with me, you little whore. You kissed him. You kissed Petyr.

Sansa Stark:
I didn't. You don't understand.

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

Sansa Stark:
He kissed me. I pulled away.

Lysa Arryn:
Liar! [grabs Sansa by her hair and hold her over de Moon Door] 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!

Petyr Baelish:
Lysa! Let her go.

Lysa Arryn:
You want her? This empty-headed child?

Petyr Baelish:
Let her go.

Lysa Arryn:
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?

Petyr Baelish:
I'll send her away. I swear on my life. I swear to all the gods. Let her go, Lysa.

[Lysa releases Sansa. Baelish walks over to her and helps a crying Lysa to her feet]

Petyr Baelish:
Oh, my sweet wife. My sweet, silly wife. I have only loved one woman... only one, my entire life. [Lysa smiles] Your sister.

[Baelish shoves Lysa out of the Moon Door]

Anya Waynwood:
[to Sansa] You have nothing to fear from us or him. Lord Baelish here is your uncle? Your name is Alayne? [Sansa remains silent] Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if Lord Baelish left the room.

Petyr Baelish:
My lady-

Anya Waynwood:
I wasn't asking you.

Sansa Stark:
[softly] He can stay.

Yohn Royce:
Speak up, girl, you're not a damn kitchen mouse. Tell us what you saw.

Sansa Stark:
I'm sorry, Lord Baelish. I have to tell the truth. I'll tell you everything.

Anya Waynwood:
Please, Alayne, leave nothing out.

Sansa Stark:
My name is not Alayne. It's Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark. Lord Royce, we met when you came to Winterfell. You were escorting your son Ser Waymar to the Wall.

Yohn Royce:
[incredulously] Sansa Stark? [to Baelish] You tell lies right to my face, you little worm?

Sansa Stark:
Lord Baelish has told many lies. All to protect me. Since my father was executed, I have been a hostage in King's Landing. A plaything for Joffrey to torture or Queen Cersei to torment. They beat me, they humiliated me, they married me to the Imp. I had no friends in King's Landing... except one. [looks to Baelish] He saved me. Smuggled me away when he had the chance. He knew I'd be safe here in the Eyrie with my own blood, my Aunt Lysa. The Lannisters have friends everywhere. Even the Vale. He made me swear not to tell anyone my true name.

Vance Corbray:
Your secret is safe with us, my lady.

Yohn Royce:
Your father grew up right here in these halls. We hunted together many times. He was a fine man.

Anya Waynwood:
Tell us what happened to your aunt, Sansa.

Sansa Stark:
You knew her well, my lords, my lady. You knew she was a troubled woman. She always loved Lord Baelish. She told me herself. From the moment he arrived at the gates of Riverrun, a boy of eight carrying everything he owned in a little sack. She confessed to me she never loved Lord Arryn. She did as her father commanded, as so many of us have. When the gods finally allowed her to be with Lord Baelish, she was so happy. For a time. My aunt was a jealous lady. She was terrified that Lord Baelish didn't love her anymore. That he would abandon her for a younger woman. And then... one day she saw him kiss me.

Yohn Royce:
[shocked] Lady Sansa.

Sansa Stark:
It was a peck on the cheek, Lord Royce, nothing more. Lord Baelish is my uncle now, in truth, by marriage. He's always been so kind to me. I was so happy to be here, to be free. All because of him. But my aunt turned on me. She cursed me. Called me a whore. Promised to throw me through the Moon Door. When Lord Baelish tried to calm her, she struck him. She said she didn't want to live anymore. She stood on the edge of that Moon Door. He tried to reason with her. Promised her she was the only one he had ever loved, but she stepped through those doors and she was- [starts crying]

Anya Waynwood:
Shh. [hugs Sansa] Shh, it's not your fault, sweet girl. It's not your fault.

[Barristan Selmy approaches Jorah Mormont after receiving a letter sent from The Hand of the King]

Jorah Mormont:
Ser Barristan.

Barristan Selmy:
Ser Jorah.

Jorah Mormont:
Have I forgotten a council meeting?

Barristan Selmy:
No. [Hands him the letter]

Jorah Mormont:
What's this?

Barristan Selmy:
A royal pardon signed by Robert Baratheon. [As Jorah reads it] You spied on her.

Jorah Mormont:
Who gave you this?

Barristan Selmy:
Does it matter? [Takes the pardon]

Jorah Mormont:
Have you told her?

Barristan Selmy:
I wanted to tell you first, man to man, rather than go behind your back.

Jorah Mormont:
Let me speak with her in private.

Barristan Selmy:
You'll never be alone with her again. [Leaves]

[Moments after, Jorah enters Daenerys's throne room]

Daenerys Targaryen:
Why did the Usurper pardon you?

Jorah Mormont:
If we could speak alone...

Daenerys Targaryen:
No. Speak to me here. Explain it to me.

Jorah Mormont:
Who do you think sent this to Meereen? Who profits? This is the work of Tywin Lannister. He wants to divide us. If we're fighting each other, we're not fighting him.

Daenerys Targaryen:
The pardon was signed the year we met. Why were you pardoned? Unless you're saying this document was forged?

[beat]

Jorah Mormont:
It is not forged.

Daenerys Targaryen:
Why then?

Jorah Mormont:
I sent letters to Varys. The spymaster of King's Landing.

Daenerys Targaryen:
[seething] What was the content of these letters?

Jorah Mormont:
Information.

Daenerys Targaryen:
What information?

Jorah Mormont:
When you and Viserys arrived in Pentos. His plan to marry you to Khal Drogo. When you were married. When your brother died...

Daenerys Targaryen:
You told them I was carrying Drogo's child?

Jorah Mormont:
I-

Daenerys Targaryen:
Yes or no?

Jorah Mormont:
Khaleesi-

Daenerys Targaryen:
Don't call me that. Did you tell them I was carrying Drogo's child?

Jorah Mormont:
[long beat] Yes. [Daenerys stands up]

Daenerys Targaryen:
That wine merchant tried to poison me because of your information.

Jorah Mormont:
I stopped you from drinking his wine.

Daenerys Targaryen:
Because you knew it was poisoned.

Jorah Mormont:
I suspected...

Daenerys Targaryen:
[furious] You betrayed me... From the first!

Jorah Mormont:
[kneeling] Forgive me. I never meant... Please, Khaleesi. Forgive me-

Daenerys Targaryen:
You sold my secrets to the man who killed my father and stole my brother's throne-

Jorah Mormont:
I have protected you, fought for you, killed for you!

Daenerys Targaryen:
[talking over him] -you want me to forgive you!?

Jorah Mormont:
[beat] I have loved you.

Daenerys Targaryen:
Love...? Love!? How can you say that to me? Any other man and I would have you executed, but you-I don't want you in my city dead or alive. Go back to your masters in King's Landing, collect your pardon if you can. [He rises and reaches out to her]

Jorah Mormont:
Daenerys, please-

Daenerys Targaryen:
Don't... ever presume to touch me again or speak my name. You have until dusk to collect your things and leave this city. If you are found in Meereen past break of day, I'll have your head thrown into Slaver's Bay. [beat] Go... now.

Tyrion Lannister:
Do you remember cousin Orson? Orson Lannister?

Jaime Lannister:
Of course. Wet nurse dropped him on his head, left him simple.

Tyrion Lannister:
Simple. Used to sit all day in the garden, crushing beetles with a rock.

Tyrion and Jaime:
[imitating Orson] Kun, kun, kun!

Tyrion Lannister:
Nothing made him happier.

Jaime Lannister:
Nothing made you happier. You'd think being tormented from birth would give you some affinity for the afflicted.

Tyrion Lannister:
On the contrary. Laughing at another person's misery was the only thing that made me feel like everyone else.

Jaime Lannister:
Joke wore thin, though.

Tyrion Lannister:
For you. You drifted away.

Jaime Lannister:
I had other interests.

Tyrion Lannister:
Yes. Other interests. But I stayed with Orson.

Jaime Lannister:
Why?

Tyrion Lannister:
I was curious. Why was he smashing all those beetles? What did he get out of it? First thing I did was ask him. "Orson, why are you smashing all those beetles?" He gave me an answer. "Smash the beetles! Smash them! Kun kun kun!" I wasn't deterred. I was the smartest person I knew, certainly I had the wherewithal to unravel the mysteries that lay at the heart of a moron. So I went to Maester Valeric's library.

Jaime Lannister:
Valeric. Tried to touch me once.

Tyrion Lannister:
Turns out far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. Doesn't seem right. In any case, I found nothing that illuminated the nature of Orson's affliction or the reason behind his relentless beetles slaughter. So I went back to the source. I may not have been able to speak with Orson, but I could observe him, watch him, the way men watch animals to come to a deeper understanding of their behavior. [Tyrion picks up a bug off the floor] And as I watched, I became more and more sure of it: there was something happening there. His face was like the page of a book written in a language I didn't understand, but he wasn't mindless, he had his reasons. And I became possessed with knowing what they were. I began spending inordinate amounts of time watching him. I would eat my lunch in the garden, chewing my mutton to the music of "kun kun kun". And when I wasn't watching him, I was thinking about him. Father droned on about the family legacy and I thought about Orson's beetles. I read the histories of Targaryen conquests. Did I hear dragon wings? No, I heard "kun kun kun". And I still couldn't figure out why he was doing it. And I had to know because it was horrible, that all these beetles would be dying for no reason.

Jaime Lannister:
Every day around the world, men, women, and children are murdered by the score. Who gives a dusty f*** about a bunch of beetles?

Tyrion Lannister:
I know, I know, but still it filled me with dread. Piles and piles of them, years and years of them. How many countless living, crawling things smashed, dried out, and returned to the dirt? In my dreams, I found myself standing on a beach made of beetle husks stretching as far as the eye can see. I woke up, crying, weeping for their shattered little bodies. I tried to stop Orson once.

Jaime Lannister:
He was twice your size.

Tyrion Lannister:
He just pushed me aside with a "kun", kept on smashing. Every day. Until that mule kicked him in the chest and killed him. [Tyrion releases the bug and it crawls away] So what do you think? Why did he do it? What's it all about?

Jaime Lannister:
I don't know. [the bells toll, signalling the time is approaching; Jaime stands and walks to the door of the cell] Good luck today.

Petyr Baelish:
The first time I saw you, you were just a child. A girl from the North, come to the capital for the first time. Not a child any longer. Why did you help me?

Sansa Stark:
They would have thrown you through the Moon Door if they'd found you guilty.

Petyr Baelish:
That's not an answer.

Sansa Stark:
[nonchalant] If they'd've executed you, what would they have done with me?

Petyr Baelish:
I don't know.

Sansa Stark:
Neither do I.

Petyr Baelish:
Better to gamble on the man you know than the strangers you don't.... you think you know me?

Sansa Stark:
I know what you want.

Petyr Baelish:
Do you?

Tyrion Lannister:
Looks like very light armor.

Oberyn Martell:
I like to move around.

Tyrion Lannister:
You could at least wear a helmet. [Oberyn sips a cup of wine] You shouldn't drink before a fight.

Oberyn Martell:
You learn this during your years in the fighting pits? I always drink before a fight.

Tyrion Lannister:
It could get you killed. It could get me killed!

Oberyn Martell:
Today is not the day I die.

Ellaria Sand:
[seeing the Mountain enter the ring, dressed in very heavy armor] You're going to fight that?

Oberyn Martell:
I'm going to kill that.

Ellaria Sand:
He's the biggest man I've ever seen!

Oberyn Martell:
Size does not matter when you are flat on your back.

Tyrion Lannister:
[sotto voce] Thank the gods.

Oberyn Martell:
Have they told you who I am?

Gregor Clegane:
Some dead man! [He swings his greatsword, Oberyn easily dodges]

Oberyn Martell:
I am the brother of Elia Martell. And do you know why I've come all the way to this stinking shitpile of a city? [grins] For you. I am going to hear you confess before you die: You raped my sister. You murdered her. You killed her children. Say it now, and we can make this quick. [Clegane lunges at him again; Oberyn fends off his strike with his spear, then knocks off Clegane's helmet] Say it. [He dodges the Mountain's swings repeatedly as he speaks] You raped her! You murdered her! [He pins down Clegane's sword momentarily with his spearblade] You killed her children. [Oberyn continues to circle and dodge around Clegane's furious attacks; he finally gets close enough to stab him in the side. Clegane kicks at the Viper and knocks him off his feet, but Oberyn dodges his swing; his voice rises as he continues to circle the Mountain] You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children! [ Oberyn makes a series of attacks; the Mountain cuts his spear in half. Oberyn narrowly dodges the Mountain's next swing and grabs another spear from his attendant; in their next clash, Clegane pummels him to the ground, but Oberyn manages to dodge his swing and stabs him in the side again] YOU RAPED HER! YOU MURDERED HER! [Circling aggressively, he slashes the Mountain's hamstring with the spearblade, brings him to his knees] YOU KILLED HER CHILDREN! [he leaps and stabs Ser Gregor through the chestplate, knocking him onto his back] You're dying? No, no, no, you can't die yet. You haven't confessed! [wrenches his spear free] Say it. Say her name: Elia Martell. You raped her. You killed her children. Elia Martell! [points at Tywin] Who gave you the order? WHO GAVE YOU THE ORDER?! Say her name! You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children! Say it! Say her name! SAY IT!

Gregor Clegane:
[knocks Oberyn to the ground, knocks his teeth out with one blow, rolls over and pins him, and begins gouging out his eyes] Elia Martell. I killed her children, then I raped her...then I smashed her head in, like this! [crushes Oberyn's skull, then rolls over, wounded; Ellaria screams in horror as Tyrion and Jaime are left dumbstruck]

Tywin Lannister:
The gods have made their will known. Tyrion Lannister, in the name of King Tommen of the House Baratheon, first of his name, you are hereby sentenced to death.

Sam:
What was she like?

Jon:
She...she had red hair.

Sam:
[sarcastically] Oh? How big were her feet?

Jon:
What do you want me to say?

Sam:
I want you to tell me what it was like to have someone, to be with someone, to love someone and have them love you back. We're all gonna die a lot sooner than I planned. You're the closest I'll ever get to knowing.

Jon:
So you and Gilly never...?

Sam:
No. She just had a baby. And she never offered.

Jon:
But if she had, you would have? You would have broken your vows?

Sam:
The interesting thing is our vows never specifically forbid intimate relations with women.

Jon:
What?

Sam:
"I shall take no wife", yes, that's in there, there's no denying that. "I shall father no children", it's very specific. But what our vows have to say about other activities is open to interpretation.

Jon:
I don't think Ser Alliser cares much for interpretation.

Sam:
Anyway, there's nothing for him to interpret. We didn't. So what's it like?

Jon:
It's...there's this person, this whole other person, and you're wrapped in them, they're wrapped up in you, and...you...for a little...for a little while you're more than just you, you're...well, I don't know, I'm not a bleeding poet!

Sam:
No, you're really not.

Jon:
And what did I get for it? An arrow six inches from my heart.

Sam:
They'll be arrows for all of us soon, I imagine.

Jon:
There will.

Sam:
They've already done the worst thing to me they can ever do.

Jon:
Go get some sleep, Sam. I'll take this watch.

Maester Aemon:
Love is the end of duty.

Jon:
That's the last of the oil, Ser Alliser.

Alliser Thorne:
A hundred thousand, you say?

Jon:
Yes, sir.

Alliser Thorne:
You can say it if you like. We should have sealed the tunnel while we had the chance, like you suggested.

Jon:
It was a difficult decision either way, sir.

Alliser Thorne:
Do you know what leadership means, Lord Snow? It means that the person in charge gets second guessed by every clever little twat with a mouth. But if he starts second guessing himself, that's the end. For him, for the clever little twats, for everyone. This is not the end. Not for us. Not if you lot do your duty for however long it takes to beat them back. And then you get to go on hating me, and I get to go on wishing your Wildling whore had finished the job.

Sam:
There's a lot more Wildlings on the other side of the Wall than this side. What with all these weapons and things, it's the perfect place for us to be.

Pyp:
I've never thrown a spear before. I've never held a sword with a proper edge. This is no place for me to be. You're not afraid?

Sam:
Of course I'm afraid. There's a band of Wildlings coming to kill us.

Pyp:
Well, if you're afraid of a band of Wildlings, how in Seven Hells did you manage to kill a White Walker?

Sam:
I didn't know I was going to kill it, but I had to do something. I didn't have any choice, he was going to kill Gilly, he was going to take the baby. If someone had asked me my name right there, I wouldn't have known. I wasn't Samwell Tarly anymore. I wasn't a steward in the Night's Watch or son of Randyll Tarly or any of that. I was nothing at all. And when you're nothing at all, there's no reason to be afraid.

Pyp:
But you're afraid now?

Sam:
Yes, well, I'm not nothing anymore.

[Pyp's arrows miss numerous Wildlings]

Pyp:
Sam?

Sam:
Yeah?

Pyp:
I think we're gonna die!

Sam:
Well, if you keep missing, we will!

[Pyp shoots a wildling in the chest]

Pyp:
I got one! Straight through the heart, he's dead.

Sam:
Oh. [sarcastically] Is it over?

Pyp:
No.

Sam:
Well then. [hands Pyp a loaded crossbow]

[Wildlings are attacking Castle Black]

Alliser Thorne:
Brothers! A hundred generations have defended this castle! She's never fallen before! She will not fall tonight! Those are Thenns at our walls. They eat the flesh of the men they kill! Do you want to fill the belly of a Thenn tonight?!

Assembled Night's Watchmen:
NO!

Alliser Thorne:
Tonight we fight! And when the sun rises, I promise you, Castle Black will stand! The Night's Watch will stand!

[Wildlings climb over the castle wall]

Alliser Thorne:
With me now! NOW, WITH ME!

Sam:
The wildlings are over the walls! Ser Alliser's fallen! The castle won't stand much longer!

Jon:
Edd, you have the Wall. If they try the mammoths again, drop fire on them. If the climbers get too high, drop the scythe on them.

[Jon and Sam leave]

Edd:
Might as well enjoy our last night, right boys? LIGHT THE FUCKERS UP!

[Ygritte has been mortally wounded by an arrow shot by Olly]

Ygritte:
Jon Snow.

Jon:
Hush. Don't talk.

Ygritte:
You remember that cave? [Jon nods] We should have stayed in that cave.

Jon:
We'll go back there.

Ygritte:
You know nothing, Jon Snow.

[Ygritte dies]

[Jon and his men surround a tired Tormund Giantsbane who is the only wildling left]

Jon:
[While Tormund's still fighting] Tormund... it's over. Let it end.

Tormund:
This is how a man ends! [Keeps fighting the Watchmen until Jon shoots him in the leg with a crossbow]

Jon:
[Approaches Tormund and kicks him; to his men] Put him in chains. We'll question him later.

Tormund:
[While being dragged by the guards, he roars to Jon] I SHOULD'VE THROWN YOU... FROM THE TOP OF THE WALL, BOY!!!

Jon:
Aye... you should've.

Mance Rayder:
You're wearin' a black cloak again.

Jon Snow:
I've been sent to negotiate with you. [Mance indicates for him to enter the tent, and they sit]

Mance Rayder:
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.

Jon Snow:
The Halfhand ordered me to join your army and bring back whatever information I could to Castle Black. He made me kill him, so that you'd trust me. I was loyal... to him, and to my Night's Watch vows.

Mance Rayder:
[smiles] All of your vows? [Jon looks away, thinking of Ygritte] She wasn't enough to turn you, eh? Were you enough to turn her?

Jon Snow:
[smiles] She put three arrows in me when I escaped.

Mance Rayder:
Did you see her again at Castle Black?

Jon Snow:
Yes.

Mance Rayder:
And?...

Jon Snow:
She's dead.

Mance Rayder:
[pause] Your doing?

Jon Snow:
[shakes his head] No.

Mance Rayder:
We'll drink to her. [nods to one of his men, who pours a drink for him and Jon; Mance notices Jon eyeing the cup warily and snorts in disbelief] Of all the ways I'd kill you, poison would be the last. [He and Jon raise their cups in a toast] Ygritte.

Jon Snow:
Ygritte. [they drink, and Jon coughs] That's not wine.

Mance:
[chuckles] No, that'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.

Jon Snow:
[nods] He's dead. He killed my friend Grenn.

Mance Rayder:
He was their King- last of a bloodline that stretches back before the First Man.

Jon Snow:
Grenn came from a farm.

Mance Rayder:
[raises his cup again] Mag and Grenn.

Jon Snow:
Grenn and Mag. [they drink again]

Mance Rayder:
Fellback, can I trouble you for something to eat? I don't imagine our guest has eaten anything for quite some time. [Jon eyes Fellback's knife as he brings food to the table] So- you're here to strike a bargain.

Jon Snow:
Turn your army around, and go home

Mance Rayder:
{irritated at Jon's bluff] You know I know you're low on arrows. You're low on oil, you're low on men. [gives Jon a direct look] How many are left? Fifty?

Jon Snow:
I told Tormund and Orrel- we have more than a thousand men.

Mance Rayder:
I showed you everything I had- the whole army, 100,000 strong, and what did you do? [Fellback sticks his knife into the table next to them, catching Jon's attention] You fired on us with everything you had. It wasn't much. Soon as I saw that, I sent 400 men to climb the Wall- an unmanned stretch five miles west of here. [Jon looks directly at him, realizing his bluff has failed] A lot of them will die climbing, but most of them will be over by the end of the day. Here'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 in Castle Black. [he suddenly sees Jon eyeing the knife in the table again and realizes he's really come to assassinate him; two of his men draw their swords and advance on Jon, but Mance stops them, smiling coldly at Jon] Ohhh...that's why you're here. I reckon you could do it before any of 'em 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? [Jon stares back at him, and then a battle horn sounds, followed by Wildlings shouting. Mance grabs the knife and holds it to Jon's throat] You attackin' us?!

Jon Snow:
[genuinely surprised] No- it's like you said, we don't have the men!

Mance Rayder:
HOLD! To me! [He and Jon Snow watches in horror as many of the Wildlings are slaughtered. As the cavalry pincers collide, the fighting becomes increasingly one-sided as the Wildlings are overwhelmed; many of them flee towards Mance's camp]

Mance Rayder:
STAND DOWN! [he throws his axe to the ground angrily] I said my people have bled enough, and I meant it! [As Stannis Baratheon and Davos Seaworth ride into his camp, he glares at them defiantly. Davis, Stannis and two guards dismount and walk towards them; one of the Wildlings attempts to attack them but is cut down by one of the horsemen. Mance draws his sword and dagger and drops them next to his axe. Realizing Mance is surrendering, Davos and the guards sheath their swords]

Baratheon cavalryman:
Round them up!

Stannis Baratheon:
[stopping in front of Mance and Jon, to Mance] You're the "King Beyond the Wall"? {Mance nods, both of them smile coldly at each other] Do you know who I am?

Mance Rayder:
Never had the pleasure.

Davos Seaworth:
This is Stannis Baratheon, the one true King of the Seven Kingdoms.

Mance Rayder:
We're not in the Seven Kingdoms, and you're not dressed for this weather.

Stannis Baratheon:
[pause] It is customary to kneel when surrendering to a King. [long pause, then Mance smiles and shakes his head]

Mance Rayder:
We do not kneel. [Davos glares at him]

Stannis Baratheon:
I'll have thousands of your men in chains by nightfall. I have nothing to feed them and nowhere to put them. I'm not here to slaughter beat dogs- their fate depends on their King.

Mance Rayder:
[smiles and shakes his head again] All the same- we do not kneel. [Stannis stares at him then turns to his guards]

Stannis Baratheon:
Take these men away. [the two guards draw their swords again and step forward]

Davos Seaworth:
[looking at Jon] What's a man of the Night's Watch doing in a Wildling camp?

Jon Snow:
I was sent to discuss terms with the King Beyond the Wall.

Davos Seaworth:
[angrily] You're speaking to the one true King, boy. You will address him as "Your Grace".

Jon Snow:
I know he's the King. My father died for him. [Stannis looks at him, Jon meets his gaze] My name is Jon Snow, Your Grace. I'm Ned Stark's son.

Stannis Baratheon:
[looks more directly at Jon, pauses] Your father was an honorable man.

Jon Snow:
He was, Your Grace.

Stannis Baratheon:
What do you think he'd have done with him?[indicates Mance; Jon looks at Mance, while Mance stares defiantly at Stannis]

Jon Snow:
[steps closer to Stannis, indicates Mance] I was this man's prisoner, once. He could've tortured me, he could've killed me... but instead he spared my life. [Stannis looks from Jon to Mance] I think my father would've taken him prisoner and listened to what he had to say. [long pause]

Stannis Baratheon:
Very well, then. [turns to Davos] Take him prisoner. Davos walks alongside the unrestrained Mance, escorting him into captivity. Stannis watches him go]

Jon Snow:
Your Grace? [Stannis turns back to him] 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.

[Jon visits Tormund in his confinement at Castle Black]

Tormund Giantsbaneː Your old blind man patched me up. Why?

Jon Snowː He's sworn to treat all wounded men, friend or foe.

Tormund Giantsbaneː You want me alive so you can torture me?

Jon Snowː No one's going to torture you.

Tormund Giantsbaneː How do we die? Hanging? Beheading? Drop us from the top of the Wall?

Jon Snowː I don't know what happens to the prisoners.

Tormund Giantsbaneː Who decides?

Jon Snowː I suppose Stannis does.

Tormund Giantsbaneː He your king now?

Jon Snowː I don't have a king.

Tormund Giantsbaneː You spent too much time among us, Jon Snow. You can never be a kneeler again.

Jon Snowː We're gonna burn the bodies of your dead. Do you want to say any words over them?

Tormund Giantsbaneː Words? What kind of words?

Jon Snowː Funeral words. I don't know how the free folk do it.

Tormund Giantsbaneː Do what?

Jon Snowː [pauses for a moment] Say farewell.

Tormund Giantsbaneː The dead can't hear us, boy. [Jon nods and makes his way to the door] Snow. [Jon turns back] Did you love her? She loved you.

Jon Snowː She told you?

Tormund Giantsbaneː No. All she ever talked about was killing you. That's how I know. [voice breaks slightly] She belongs in the North - the real North. You understand me?

Cerseiː 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. Joffrey is dead, Myrcella has been sold like livestock, and now you want to ship me off to Highgarden and steal my boy, my last boy. Margarey will dig her claws in, you will dig your claws in, and you will fight over him like beasts until you rip him apart. I will burn our house to the ground before I let that happen.

Cerseiː [to Tywin] How can someone so consumed by the idea of his family have any conception what his actual family was doing?

[Bran, Hodor and Meera are led into the Heart Tree, escaping the dead, meeting what appears to be an old man]

Bran Starkː You're the three-eyed raven.

The Three-Eyed Ravenː I have been many things. Now, I am what you see.

Meera Reedː My brother...he led us to you, and now he --

The Three-Eyed Ravenː He knew what would happen. From the moment he left, he knew... and he went anyway.

Meera Reedː How do you know?

The Three-Eyed Ravenː I have been watching you. All of you. All of your lives. With a thousand eyes, and one. Now you come to me at last, Brandon Stark... though the hour is late.

Bran Starkː I didn't want anyone to die for me.

The Three-Eyed Ravenː He died so you could find what you have lost.

Bran Starkː You're going to help me walk again?

The Three-Eyed Ravenː You will never walk again. But you will fly.

[Arya sees Brienne and Podrick approach]

Arya:
[to Sandor, who is off-screen] People coming. You can shit later, there's people coming.

Brienne:
Morning.

Arya:
Morning.

Brienne:
I like your sword. Are we getting close to the Bloody Gate?

Arya:
About ten more miles.

Brienne:
You hear that, Podrick? Only ten more miles to the Bloody Gate.

Arya:
Are you a knight?

Brienne:
No.

Arya:
But you know how to use that sword.

Brienne:
I do.

Arya:
Does it have a name?

Brienne:
Oathkeeper.

Arya:
Mine's Needle.

Brienne:
Good name.

Arya:
Who taught you how to fight?

Brienne:
My father.

Arya:
Mine never wanted to. Said fighting was for boys.

Brienne:
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."

[Sandor emerges]

Brienne:
Seven blessings. I'm Brienne of Tarth, this is Podrick Payne.

Sandor:
You want something?

Podrick:
That's Sandor Clegane. The Hound.

Brienne:
[realizing] You're Arya Stark.

Sandor:
I asked if you wanted something.

Brienne:
I swore to your mother I would bring you home to her.

Arya:
My mother's dead.

Brienne:
I know. I wish I chould have been there to protect her.

Arya:
You're not a Northerner.

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

Arya:
Why didn't you?

Brienne:
She commanded me to bring Jaime Lannister back to King's Landing.

Sandor:
You're paid by the Lannisters? You're here for the bounty on me?

Brienne:
I'm not paid by the Lannisters.

Sandor:
No? Fancy sword you got there. Where'd you get it? I've been looking at Lannister gold all my life. Go on, Brienne of f***ing Tarth, tell me that's not Lannister gold.

Brienne:
Jaime Lannister gave me this sword.

Arya:
[now distrustful] The Bloody Gate is ten miles.

Brienne:
I swore to your mother by the Old gods and the New-

Arya:
I don't care what you swore.

Brienne:
Arya!

Sandor:
You heard the girl. She's not coming with you.

Brienne:
She is.

[Sandor and Brienne draw swords]

Sandor:
You're not a good listener. [eyes Oathkeeper] Valyrian steel. I always wanted some Valyrian steel.

Brienne:
Come with me, Arya. I'll take you to safety.

Sandor:
Safety?! Where the f***'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.

Brienne:
That's what you're doing? Watching over her?

Sandor:
Aye. That's what I'm doing.

[Arya finds the mortally-wounded Hound at the bottom of a ravine, after being defeated by Brienne]

Sandor Cleganeː Are you still here? [coughs up blood] Big bitch saved you.

Arya Starkː I don't need saving.

Sandor Cleganeː [sardonically] No, not you. You're a real killer, with your water-dancing and your Needle.

Arya Starkː [flatly] You going to die?

Sandor Cleganeː Unless there's a maester hiding behind that rock... aye. I'm done. I'd skin you alive for wine. [Arya reaches for her waterskin] F*** waterǃ [chuckles] Killed by a woman. I bet you like that. Go on. Go after her. She'll help you. [Arya shakes her head] Going it alone, you won't last a day out there.

Arya Starkː I'll last longer than you.

Sandor Cleganeː You remember where the heart is? [Arya nods] F*** it... I'm ready. Go on, girl. Another name off your list. You kept promising me... [Arya just stares at him] I cut down your butcher's boy, the ginger. He was begging for mercy. "Please, ser, please don't kill meǃ Pleaseǃ Pleaseǃ" Bled all over my horse. Saddle stunk of butcher's boy for weeks. And your sister, your pretty sister. I should've taken her, that night the Blackwater burned. I should've f***ed her bloody. At least I'd have one happy memoryǃ [Arya does not react, continues to stare] Do I have to beg you? Do it. [voice breaking] Do it. Do itǃ [Arya stands and approaches him, hand on her swordhilt...but instead she kneels and takes his gold pouch] Kill me. Kill meǃ KILL MEǃ KILL MEǃǃǃ

[Hearing commotion outside his cell, Tyrion believes his executioners have come]

Tyrion Lannisterː Oh, get on with it, you son of a whore... [is surprised to see Jaime enter]

Jaime Lannisterː [amused] Is that any way to speak about our mother?

Tyrion Lannisterː What are you doing?

Jaime Lannisterː What do you think I'm doing? [leads Tyrion out of his cell] Galley's waiting in the bay, bound for the Free Cities.

Tyrion Lannisterː Who's helping you?

Jaime Lannisterː Varys.

Tyrion Lannisterː [shocked] Varys?

Jaime Lannisterː You have more friends than you thought. [leads Tyrion to a stairwell] There's a locked door at the top of the stairs. Knock on it twice, then twice again. Varys will open it.

Tyrion Lannisterː [quietly] I suppose this is goodbye, then. [Jaime kneels and embraces him, kissing his cheek]

Jaime Lannisterː Farewell, little brother. [he stands and turns to leave]

Tyrion Lannisterː Jaime... [Jaime turns back] Thank you... for my life.

Jaime Lannisterː Quickly, now. [leaves]

[Wielding Joffrey's crossbow, Tyrion confronts Tywin, disrobed in the privy in the Tower of the Hand]

Tywin Lannisterː [surprised] Tyrion. Put down the crossbow. [Tyrion stands firm] Who released you? Ah, your brother, I expect. He always had a soft spot for you. Come, we'll go and talk in my chambers. [Tyrion holds up the crossbow as Tywin makes to stand] This is how you want to speak to me, hmm? Shaming your father has always given you pleasure --

Tyrion Lannisterː All my life... you've wanted me dead.

Tywin Lannisterː [nodding] 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'd never let Ilyn Payne take your head. You're a Lannister. You're my son.

Tyrion Lannisterː [whispers] I loved her.

Tywin Lannisterː Who?

Tyrion Lannisterː Shae.

Tywin Lannisterː [disbelievingly] Oh, Tyrion... put down that crossbow.

Tyrion Lannisterː I murdered her... with my own hands.

Tywin Lannisterː It doesn't matter.

Tyrion Lannisterː "Doesn't matter"?

Tywin Lannisterː She was a whore.

Tyrion Lannisterː [coldly] Say that word again...

Tywin Lannisterː And what? You'll kill your own father in the privy? No... you're my son. Now, enough of this nonsense.

Tyrion Lannisterː 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?

Tywin Lannisterː Enough. We'll go back to my chambers and speak with some dignity.

Tyrion Lannisterː I can't go back there. She's in there.

Tywin Lannisterː You're afraid of a dead whore? [Tyrion looses the crossbow bolt into Tywin's gut; Tywin grunts with pain as he is slammed back into the wall from the force; Tyrion calmly pulls the catch back] You shot me... [he groans in pain as he glares at Tyrion, who loads another bolt] You're no son of mine.

Tyrion Lannisterː I am your son. I have always been your son. [Tyrion fires another bolt into Tywin's chest, killing him]

[Arya approaches the crew of a ship]

Arya Stark:
I want to see the captain.

Braavosi Captain:
You're seeing him.

Arya Stark:
I want to go North, to the Wall.

Braavosi Captain:
No, you don't.

Arya Stark:
I can pay.

Braavosi Captain:
There is nothing in the North but ice, war, and pirates.

Arya Stark:
I wouldn't need a cabin. Please! I can work, scrubbing the floors --

Braavosi Captain:
I'm not going North, child, I'm going home.

Arya Stark:
Where's home?

Braavosi Captain:
The Free City of Braavos.

Arya Stark:
[remembering something] Wait! I have something else!

Braavosi Captain:
More silver won't make a difference.

Arya Stark:
It's not silver. [shows the captain the coin that Jaqen H'ghar gave her] It's iron.

Braavosi Captain:
This... [stunned] How did you --?

Arya Stark:
Valar Morghulis.

Braavosi Captain:
[bowing his head to her] Valar Dohaeris. Of course, you shall have a cabin.

Olenna Tyrell:
No, no! You’re a queen, not an ox! [picking up a necklace] Your grandfather gave me a necklace just like this one. My fifty-first nameday. [she tosses it over her shoulder as if it were junk]

Margaery Tyrell:
The wedding’s in a fortnight, grandmother. You can’t say no to everything.

Olenna Tyrell:
Nonsense.

[Dany sees that the Meereenese have used a crucified slave girl as a road-marker]

Jorah Mormont:
There's one on every mile-marker between here and Meereen.

Daenerys Targaryen:
How many miles are there between here and Meereen?

Jorah Mormont:
One hundred and sixty-three, Your Grace.

Barristan Selmy:
I'll tell our men to ride ahead and bury them. You don't need to see this.

Daenerys Targaryen:
You will do no such thing. I will see each and every one of their faces. Remove her collar, before you bury her.

Jaime Lannister:
My brother tells me you keep your mouth shut. Unusual talent, for a sellsword.

Bronn:
He tells me you shit gold, just like your father.

Jaime Lannister:
Is this place safe?

Bronn:
There's this knight, er, Laygood. Got thunderbolts on his shield? [Jaime nods] Right here is where I fuck his wife. She's a screamer, that one. If they don't hear her, they won't hear us. [whistles as Jaime draws his sword] I've never seen Valyrian steel before. She's a beauty. Problem is, if you fight with an edged blade, I'll have to. And if I fight with an edged blade, I'll have no one left to pay me. [pulls two blunted swords out of his bag and drops one on the ground]

Jaime Lannister:
I haven't used a sparring sword since I was nine. [just as he grabs the practice sword, Bronn hits him on the wrist with his blade, forcing him to drop it] Bold warrior you are, attacking a man when his guard's down.

Bronn:
Best time to attack a man. [attacks as Jaime picks up the sword; they spar for a moment, then Bronn shoves him against a rock wall] Mind yourself!

Jaime Lannister:
If I still had my right hand...

Bronn:
Plan on growin' it back?

Joffrey Baratheon:
Uncle. Where are you going? You're my cupbearer, remember?

Tyrion Lannister:
I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace.

Joffrey Baratheon:
No, no, no. No, you're perfect the way you are. Serve me my wine. Well, hurry up. This pie is dry. [He hands the cup to Joffrey, who gulps at it] Mm, good. Needs washing down.

Tyrion Lannister:
If it please Your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired.

Joffrey Baratheon:
No. [coughs] No, you'll wait here... [coughs again] un-- [continues coughing]

Tyrion Lannister:
Your Grace?

Joffrey Baratheon:
[short of breath, he takes a gulp of wine to try and alleviate his coughing] It's nothing.

Margaery Tyrell:
He's choking!

Olenna Tyrell:
Help the poor boy. [Joffrey staggers away from the table, choking frantically.] Idiots, help your king.

Jaime Lannister:
Move away! [He pushes his way through the crowd and runs towards Joffrey as he collapses, choking and vomiting.] Joffrey! Joffrey!

Cersei Lannister:
Help him! Someone help him! Joffrey!

[in the confusion, court fool Dontos Hollard appears behind Sansa]

Dontos Hollard:
[to Sansa] Come with me now.

Cersei Lannister:
Joffrey! Joffrey!

Dontos Hollard:
[to Sansa] If you want to live, we have to leave.

Cersei Lannister:
Don't touch him! Joffrey. Please, Joffrey. Joffrey, what is it? Help him!

[Joffrey begins to bleed from his nose and eyes; after managing to point at Tyrion inspecting the cup, he wheezes out his last breath and finally dies.]

Cersei Lannister:
My son! [sobbing]

Man:
He's gone. Our king is gone!

Cersei Lannister:
[turning to glare at Tyrion with rising anger] He did this. He poisoned my son, your king. Take him. Take him! TAKE HIM! TAKE HIM!

Brienne of Tarth:
[reading from "The History of the Kingsguard"] "Ser Jaime Lannister. Knighted and named to the Kingsguard in his sixteenth year. At the Sack of King's Landing, murdered his King, Aerys the Second. Pardoned by Robert Baratheon; thereafter known as Ser Kingslayer."

Jaime Lannister:
It's the duty of the Lord Commander to fill those pages. And there's still room left on mine. [he hefts a sword, balancing it awkwardly on his maimed arm, and hands it to Brienne, who examines it carefully]

Brienne of Tarth:
Valyrian steel. [Jaime nods]

Jaime Lannister:
It's yours.

Brienne of Tarth:
I can't accept-

Jaime Lannister:
It's reforged from Ned Stark's sword. We'll use it to defend Ned Stark's daughter. We swore an oath to return the Stark girls to their mother. Lady Stark's dead. Arya's probably dead, too, but there's still a chance to find Sansa, and get her somewhere safe. [pause] I've got something else for you. [pulls a curtain off a specially made suit of armor] I hope I got your measurements right.

Brienne of Tarth:
I'll find her. For Lady Catelyn. And for you.

Arya Stark:
Joffrey...Cersei...Walder Frey...Meryn Trant...Tywin Lannister...The Red Woman...Beric Dondarrion...Thoros of Myr...Illyn Payne...The Mountain...

Sandor Clegane:
Would you shut up?

Arya Stark:
I can't sleep until I say the names.

Sandor Clegane:
The names of every fucking person in Westeros?

Arya Stark:
Only the ones I'm going to kill.

Sandor Clegane:
Huh. Hate's as good a thing as any to keep a man going, better than most. [pause] We come across my brother, maybe we can both cross a name off a list.

Arya Stark:
If he were here right now, what would you do?

Sandor Clegane:
I'd tell him to shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep. Go on, get it over with, your list of doomed men.

Arya Stark:
I'm almost done. Only one name left.

Sandor Clegane:
Go on!

Arya Stark:
([lies down] The Hound.

Jon Snow:
We lost four brothers?

Eddison Tollett:
Five.

Grenn:
[stares at Locke's horribly broken neck] What in Seven Hells could do that to a man?

Jon Snow:
I count ten dead mutineers. Locke said there were eleven of them.

Eddison Tollett:
Where's Rast?

Watchman:
Here's another!

Grenn:
[glances up and sees Ghost appear at the gate] Jon?

Jon Snow:
[smiles] Where in Seven Hells?! Come here! I've missed you, boy.

Eddison Tollett:
[indicates Craster's surviving daughter-wives] What should we do with this lot?

Jon Snow:
It's not safe for you out here on your own. Mance Rayder has an army heading this way, and there's worse out there than Mance. Come with us to Castle Black. We can find you work, keep you safe.

Craster's first wife:
Meaning all respect, Ser Crow. Craster beat us, and worse. Your brother Crows beat us, and worse. We'll find our own way.

Jon Snow:
You want to stay here? In Craster's Keep?

Craster's first wife:
[looks up at the hall and spits] Burn it to the ground and all the dead with it.

Bolton guard:
[about Theon/Reek] Last cage on the right!

Yara Greyjoy:
Thank you. [she slits his throat with her hatchet] We're going home.

Theon Greyjoy:
No! [backs away from her as she opens the door]

Yara Greyjoy:
It's all right! It's me,Yara.

Theon Greyjoy:
You can't trick me! Tell him! Tell him you couldn't trick me!

Yara Greyjoy:
I'm not tricking you, Theon! I'm saving you.

Theon Greyjoy:
Not Theon! Reek! Reek! My name's Reek!

Bolton guards:
They're here!

Greyjoy bannerman:
If they catch us in here, we're trapped!

Yara Greyjoy:
Help me with him!

Theon Greyjoy:
[crying hysterically] No, you can't! You can't!

Yara Greyjoy:
You're Theon Greyjoy!

Theon Greyjoy:
No! I've never been him! Please- I'm Reek, good Reek, I've always been Reek!

Ramsay Snow:
[entering the kennels] This is turning into a lovely evening.

[The Bolton and Greyjoy forces attack each other]

Yara Greyjoy:
Aaargh! Theon! Give me my brother back, and no more of your men will die.

Ramsay Snow:
You've got bigger balls than he ever did. But, with those... big balls of yours... [grins as he unlocks the hounds' cages] How fast can you run?

Rorge:
There's a price on your head.

Sandor Clegane:
Yes, that's what the King does when you tell him to fuck off.

Rorge:
The King's dead. He drank poisoned wine at his own wedding. The bounty on you is for killing Lannister soldiers, a hundred silver stags.

Sandor Clegane:
And you thought you were going to collect it? Didn't think very hard, did you?

Arya Stark:
You were Yoren's prisoners, when he was taking me to the Wall. He told me he'd fuck me bloody with a stick.

Sandor Clegane:
[to Rorge] This day's really not working out the way you planned. [to Arya] He on your little list?

Arya Stark:
He can't be. I don't know his name.

Sandor Clegane:
What's your name?

Rorge:
Rorge.

Arya Stark:
Thank you. [draws Needle and stabs Rorge through the heart]

Sandor Clegane:
You're learning.

Tyrion Lannister:
So what do you think? Why did he do it? What was it all about?

Jaime Lannister:
[Perplexed]...I don't know.

[After a giant lifts up the outer gate with his bare hands]

Hill:
How are we gonna stop that?!

2nd Watchman:
He's got twenty arrows in him already!

Grenn:
You heard Jon. We hold the Gate!

Hill:
Jon Snow's not Lord Commander.

Grenn:
We hold the Gate!

[The giant pushes his way under the outer gate and lets it fall closed behind him]

Hill:
Mother save me. Father save me.

Grenn:
The Gods aren't down here. It's just the six of us, do you hear me? [the giant roars and begins to move towards them]

Hill:
No, please.

Grenn:
"Night gathers, and so my Watch begins. It shall not end until my death! [roaring, the giant breaks into a run] I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children!"

Grenn and the other four Watchmen:
"I shall wear no crowns, win no glory! I shall live and die by my post!"

All six Watchmen:
"I am the Sword in the Darkness! I am the Watcher on the Walls! I am the Shield that guards the Realms of Men! I PLEDGE MY LIFE TO THE NIGHT'S WATCH, FOR THIS NIGHT, AND FOR ALL THE NIGHTS TO COME!"

Samwell Tarly:
We held them off.

Jon Snow:
For one night.

Samwell Tarly:
This is a great victory!

Jon Snow:
Great victory? Mance was testing our defenses. He almost made it through. And, he has more giants, he has more mammoths; he has a thousand times as many men. They'll hit us again tonight. Maybe we can hold them off for a day or two, but we'll never beat them.

Samwell Tarly:
Where are you going?

Jon Snow:
I'm going to find Mance.

Samwell Tarly:
To fi- you can't do that! No one gave you any orders!

Jon Snow:
Who's left to give orders? The Wildling army is only an army because of Mance. He united a hundred warring tribes. Without Mance, they lose their leader, they lose their purpose, they go back to fighting each other, scatter back to their homes.

Samwell Tarly:
Without Mance. You goin' to kill him?

Jon Snow:
I'm gonna try.

Samwell Tarly:
They'll never let you within a hundred yards of him! And even if they did, even if you managed to kill him...

Jon Snow:
They'll kill me. But if I don't go, they'll kill me anyway. They'll kill the rest of us, too.

Samwell Tarly:
They won't just kill you. They'll boil you, they'll... flay you, they'll make it last days!

Jon Snow:
You're right. It's a bad plan. What's your plan? [they find the last giant dead, surrounded by the bodies of Grenn and the other five Watchmen] They held the Gate. Get some brothers down here to help you. We need to burn the bodies. Raise the outer gate, then lower it again as soon as I'm out.

Samwell Tarly:
[notices Jon unbuckling Longclaw from his belt] What're you doing?

Jon Snow:
I promised Mormont I'd never lose it again. [hands the sword to Sam] In case I don't come back.

Samwell Tarly:
Jon? Come back. [Jon gives him a sad smile and walks out beyond the Wall]