Criminal Minds · Season 1, Episode 15
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
[Bran has just caught Queen Cersei having sex with her brother]
He saw us!
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.
He saw us!
[to Cersei] I heard you the first time. [to Bran] Quite the little climber, aren't you? How old are you, boy?
Ten.
Ten? [looks to Cersei again, who says nothing] The things I do for love.
[Jaime pushes Bran out the window]
Is Bran going to die?
Apparently not.
What do you mean?
The Maester says the boy may live.
It's no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain.
Only the Gods know for certain. All the rest of us can do is pray. The charms of the North seem entirely lost on you.
I still can't believe you're going. It's ridiculous, even for you.
Where's your sense of wonder? The greatest structure ever built, the intrepid men of the Night's Watch, the wintry abode of the White Walkers!
Tell me you're not thinking of taking the Black.
And go celibate? The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock! No, I just want to stand on top of the Wall and piss off the edge of the world!
The children don't need to hear your filth. Come.
Even if the boy lives, he'll be a cripple. A grotesque. Give me a good, clean death any day.
Speaking for the grotesques, I'd have to disagree. Death is so final, whereas life, ahh, life is full of possibilities. I hope the boy does wake. I'd be interested to hear what he has to say.
My dear brother, at times you make me wonder whose side you're on.
My dear brother, you wound me. You know how much I love my family.
We ride for King's Landing today.
Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies.
What good will my sympathies do them?
None, but it is expected of you. Your absence has already been noted.
The boy means nothing to me, and I can't stand the wailing of women.
[slaps Joffrey] One word and I hit you again.
I'm telling Mother!
[slaps Joffrey] Go, tell her! But first you will get to Lord and Lady Stark. And you will fall on your knees in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service and that all your prayers are with them. Do you understand?
You can't!
[slaps Joffrey] Do you understand?
[Joffrey scurries away]
The Prince will remember that, little Lord.
I hope so. If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him.
Sansa can keep her sewing needles. I've got a Needle of my own.
There was that one... oh, what was her name? That common girl of yours? Becca, with the great big tits you could bury your face in?
Bessie. She was one of yours.
Bessie! Thank the gods for Bessie, and her tits! Yours was, uh... Aleena? No, you told me once. Uh... Meryl? Your bastard's mother?
[grimaces] Wylla.
That's it. She must have been a rare wench to make Lord Eddard Stark forget his honour. You never told me what she looked like.
Nor will I.
We were at war. None of us knew if we were gonna go back home again. You're too hard on yourself. You always have been. I swear, if I weren't your king, you'd have hit me already.
The worst thing about your coronation, I'll never get to hit you again.
Trust me, that's not the worst thing. [pulls out a folded slip of paper from his coat] There was a rider in the night.
[opens the note and reads it] Daenerys Targaryen has wed some Dothraki horselord. What of it? Should we send her a wedding gift?
A knife, perhaps. A good, sharp one, and a bold man to wield it.
She's little more than a child.
Soon enough, that child will spread her legs and start breeding.
Tell me we're not speaking of this.
Oh, it's unspeakable to you? What her father did to your family, that was unspeakable! What Rhaegar Targaryen did to your sister, the woman I loved! I'll kill every Targaryen I get my hands on!
But you can't get your hands on this one, can you?
This Khal Drogo, it's said he has a hundred thousand men in his horde.
Even a million Dothraki are no threat to the realm, as long as they remain on the other side of the Narrow Sea. They have no ships, Robert!
There are still those in the Seven Kingdoms who call me 'Usurper'. If a Targaryen boy crosses with a Dothraki horde at his back, the scum will join him!
He will not cross! And if by chance he does, we'll throw him back into the sea!
There's a war coming, Ned. I don't know when, I don't know who we'll be fighting... but it's coming.
[Tyrion and Jon Snow watch as several captured criminals are brought in by the band of Watchmen and fed]
Ah, rapers. They were given a choice, no doubt: castration, or the Wall. Most choose the knife. Not impressed with your new brothers? Lovely thing about the Watch. You discard your old family and get a whole new one.
Why do you read so much?
Look at me and tell me what you see.
Is this a trick?
What you see is a dwarf. If I had been born a peasant, they might've left me out in the woods to die. Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for twenty years.
Until your brother killed that King.
Yes. Until my brother killed him. Life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new King, and my repulsive nephew will be King after him. I must do my part, for the honour of my House. Wouldn't you agree? But how? Well, my brother has his sword, and I have my mind, and a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone. That's why I read so much, Jon Snow. And you? What's your story, bastard?
Ask me nicely, and maybe I'll tell you, dwarf.
A bastard boy with nothing to inherit, off to join the ancient Order of the Night's Watch. Alongside his valiant brothers-in-arms.
The Night's Watch protects the Realm from--
Ah, yes, yes, against grumpkins and snarks, and all the other monsters your wet-nurse warned you about! You're a smart boy, you don't believe all that nonsense.
Thank the gods you're here, Stark. About time we had some stern, Northern leadership.
Glad to see you're protecting the Throne.
Sturdy old thing. How many Kings' arses have polished it, I wonder? Um, what's the line? The King shits and the Hand wipes.
Very handsome armor. Not a scratch on it.
I know. People have been swinging at me for years, but they always seem to miss.
You've chosen your opponents wisely then.
I have a knack for it. It must be strange for you, coming into this room. I was standing right here when it happened. He was very brave, your brother. Your father too. They didn't deserve to die like that. Nobody deserves to die like that.
But you just stood there and watched.
Five hundred men just stood there and watched. All the great knights of the Seven Kingdoms, you think anyone said a word, lifted a finger? No, Lord Stark. Five hundred men and this room was silent as a crypt. Except for the screams, of course, and the Mad King laughing. And later, when I watched the Mad King die, I remembered him laughing, as your father burned. It felt like justice.
Is that what you tell yourself at night? You're a servant of justice? That you were avenging my father when you shoved your sword in Aerys Targaryen's back?
Tell me, if I'd stabbed the Mad King in the belly instead of the back, would you admire me more?
You served him well. When serving was safe.
How could you be so stupid?!
Calm down.
He's a child! Ten years old! What were you thinking?
I was thinking of us. You're a bit late to start complaining about it now. What has the boy told them?
Nothing. He said nothing, he remembers nothing.
Then what are you raving about?
What if it comes back to him? If he tells his father what he saw—
We'll say he was lying. We'll say he was dreaming. We'll say whatever we like. I think we can outfox a ten-year-old.
And my husband?
I'll go to war with him if I have to. They can write a ballad about us! "The War for Cersei's Cunt."
[Looking furious, Cersei slaps him. Jaime chuckles, then grabs her when she tries again]
Let me go!
Never.
[more afraid] Let me go...
The boy won't talk. And if he does, I'll kill him. Him, Ned Stark, the King, the whole bloody lot of them, until you and I are the only people left in this world.
[a crow lands in the window]
Don't listen to it. Crows are all liars. I know a story about a crow.
I hate your stories.
I know a story about a boy who hated stories. I can tell you about Ser Duncan the Tall. Those were always your favorites.
Those aren't my favorites. My favorites were the scary ones.
Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long nights when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little Lord: when the White Walkers roam through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts, and women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept, and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks! So is this the sort of story that you like? [Bran nods] In that darkness, the White Walkers came for the first time. They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders, big as hounds! —
[entering suddenly] What are you telling him now?
Only what the little Lord wants to hear.
Do the Dothraki buy their slaves?
The Dothraki don't believe in money. Most of their slaves were given to them as gifts.
From whom?
If you rule a city and you see the horde approaching, you have two choices: pay tribute or fight. An easy choice for most. Of course, sometimes it's not enough. Sometimes a Khal feels insulted by the number of slaves he's given. He might think the men too weak or the women too ugly. Sometimes a Khal decides his riders haven't had a good fight in months and need the practice.
[Dany becomes uncomfortable when she sees a slave getting whipped for not walking fast enough]
Tell them all to stop.
You want the entire horde to stop? For how long?
Until I command them otherwise.
You're learning to talk like a Queen.
Not a Queen. A Khaleesi.
[Arya sees a man holding two wooden swords with his back facing her]
You are late, boy. Tomorrow, you will be here at midday.
Who are you?
[turns around] Your dancing master, Syrio Forel. [throws one of the wooden swords to Arya, who doesn't catch it] Tomorrow, you will catch it. Now, pick it up.
[Arya picks up the sword and grips it with both hands]
That is not the way, boy. This is not a greatsword that is needing two hands to swing it.
It's too heavy.
It is heavy as it needs to be to make you strong. Just so. One hand is all that is needed. Now, you are standing all wrong. Turn your body side-face. [Arya turns sideways] So... you are skinny. That is good. The target is smaller. Now the grip–let me see.
[Syrio inspects Arya's hand and her grip on the sword]
Yes. The grip must be delicate.
What if I drop it?
The steel must be part of your arm. Can you drop part of your arm? No. [walks in a circle around Arya] Nine years, Syrio Forel was First Sword to the Sealord of Braavos. He knows these things. You must listen to me, boy.
I'm a girl.
Boy, girl... you are a sword, that is all. That is the grip.
[Arya tries to imitate Syrio's grip on his sword]
You are not holding a battle axe. You are holding...
A needle.
Ahhh... Just so. Now, we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the dance of the Westeros we are learning... the knight's dance, hacking and hammering. This is the Braavos dance... the water dance. It is swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die. Now you will try to strike me.
[about Hodor] Would your charming companion be so good as to kneel? My neck is beginning to hurt.
Kneel, Hodor.
Do you like to ride, Bran?
Yes. Well, I mean, I did like to.
The boy has lost the use of his legs.
What of it? With the right horse and saddle, even a cripple can ride.
I'm not a cripple.
Then I'm not a dwarf! My father will rejoice to hear it. I have a gift for you. Give that to your saddler, he'll provide the rest. You must shape the horse to the rider- start with a yearling, and teach it to respond to the reins, and to the boy's voice.
Will I really be able to ride?
You will. On horseback, you'll be as tall as any of them.
Is this some kind of trick? Why do you want to help him?
I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things.
You've done my brother a kindness. The hospitality of Winterfell is yours...
Spare me your false courtesies, Lord Stark. There's a brothel outside your walls; there, I'll find a bed and both of us can sleep easier.
Your loyalty to your captors is touching. Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel if he could see that his only surviving son has turned lackey? I still remember watching my father's fleet burning in Lannisport. I believe your uncles were responsible.
Must've been a pretty sight.
Nothing prettier than watching sailors burn alive. Yes, great victory for your people. Shame how it all turned out.
We were outnumbered ten to one!
A stupid rebellion, then. I suppose your father realized that when your brothers died in battle. And now, here you are Your enemy's squire.
Careful, Imp!
I've offended you? Forgive me, it's been a rough morning. Anyway, don't despair. I'm a constant disappointment to my own father, and I have learned to live with it. [tosses Theon a gold coin] Your next tumble with Ros is on me. I'll try not to wear her out.
[throwing Doreah onto the ground as she shrieks] You send this whore to give me commands?! I should have sent you back her head!
[sobbing] Forgive me, Khaleesi, I did as you asked.
Hush, now, it's all right. Irri, take her and leave us.
Yes, Khaleesi. [she leads Doreah away]
[to Viserys] Why did you hit her?
How many times do I have to tell you? You do not command me.
I wasn't commanding you. I-I just wanted to invite you to supper.
[grabs a piece of leather] What's this?
It's a gift. I had it made for you.
Dothraki rags, you're going to dress me now?
Please...
[throws it at her] This stinks of manure! All of it! [throws a metal belt at her]
Stop. Stop it.
You would turn me into one of them, wouldn't you? Next you'll want to braid my hair-
You've no right to a braid, you've won no victories yet.
[enraged] You do not talk back to me. [he backhands her and she falls. He tackles her] You are a horse lord's slut and now you've woken the dragon- [she hits him with the belt, causing him to fall off of her and stare in shock]
I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki. I am the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me, will be the last time you have hands.
You can't fight. You can't see. You're afraid of heights and almost everything else, probably. What are you doing here, Sam?
On the morning of my eighteenth nameday, my father came to me. "You're almost a man now, he said, but you're not worthy of my land and title. Tomorrow you're going to take the black, forsake all claims to your inheritance and start north. If you do not," he said, "then we will have a hunt, and somewhere in these woods, your horse will stumble and you'll be thrown from your saddle to die. Or so I will tell your mother. Nothing would please me more."
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