The King in the North arises!
[Catelyn takes Walder's wife hostage and holds a knife to her throat.]
Lord Walder! Lord Walder, enough! Let it end! Please! He is my son, my first son! Let him go and I swear we will forget this, I swear it by the old gods and the new, we will take no vengeance!
You already swore me one oath, right here in my castle. You swore by all the gods that your son would marry my daughter!
Take me for your hostage! But let Robb go. Robb get up, get up and walk out, please! Please!
And why would I let him do that?
On my honor as a Tully, On my honor as a Stark! Let Robb go, or I will cut your wife's throat!
The Lannisters send their regards.
[Roose stabs Robb through the heart. Catelyn screams as she cuts Jeyhousse's throat. Black Walder comes up behind her and slits her throat]]
Killed a few puppies today?
[gestures to Pycelle] Show him. Go on, show him!
[Pycelle takes out a small scroll and holds it out, but drops it when Tyrion reaches for it]
Ohhh! I'm sorry, my Lord, old fingers. [Tyrion glares at him, snatches the scroll up from the floor and reads it]
"Roslin caught a fine fat trout. Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding. Signed Walder Frey." Is that bad poetry, or is it supposed to mean something?
Robb Stark is dead! And his bitch mother! [to Pycelle] Write back to Lord Frey. Thank him for his service and command him to send Robb Stark's head to me. I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast.
Your Grace, Lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage.
A joke. Joffrey did not mean it.
Yes, I did. I'm going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast.
No. She is no longer yours to torment.
Everyone is mine to torment. You'd do well to remember that, you little monster.
Oh, I'm a monster? Perhaps you should speak to me more softly, then. Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies.
I could have your tongue out for saying that!
Let him make his threats. Hmm? He's a bitter little man.
Lord Tyrion should apologize immediately. Unacceptable, disrespectful, and in very bad taste!
I am the KING!! I will punish you!
Any man who must say, "I am the king" is no true king. I'll make sure you understand that when I've won your war for you.
My father won the real war! He killed Prince Rhaegar. He took the crown, while you hid under Casterly Rock!
[Glares at Joffrey, unfazed] ...The king is tired. See him to his chambers.
We have so much to celebrate. A wedding to plan. You must rest.
Grand Maester, perhaps some essence of nightshade to help him sleep.
You just sent the most powerful man in Westeros to bed without his supper.
You're a fool if you believe he's the most powerful man in Westeros.
A treasonous statement! Joffrey is king.
You really think a crown gives you power?
No, I think armies give you power. [Tywin nods] Robb Stark had one, never lost a battle, and you defeated him all the same. [Tywin nods again] Oh, I know. Walder Frey gets all the credit, or the blame, I suppose, depending on your allegiance. Walder Frey is many things, but a brave man? No. He never would have risked such an action, unless he had certain assurances...
Which he got from me. Do you disapprove?
I'm all for cheating, this is war. But to slaughter them at a wedding...
Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.
So that's why you did it? To save lives?
To end the war. To protect the family. Do you want to write a song for the dead Starks? Go ahead! Write one. I'm in this world a little while longer, to defend the Lannisters, to defend my blood.
The Northerners will never forget.
Good. Let them remember what happens when they march on the South. All the Stark men are dead. Winterfell is a ruin. Roose Bolton will be named Warden of the North, until your son by Sansa comes of age. I believe you still have some work to do on that score.
Do you think she'll open her legs for me after I tell her how we murdered her mother and brother?!
One way or another, you will get that girl pregnant-
Shall I explain to you in one easy lesson how the world works?
Use small words. I'm not as bright as you!
The house that puts family first will always defeat the house that puts the whims and wishes of its' sons and daughters first. A good man does everything in his power to better his family's position, regardless of his own selfish desires. [Tyrion smiles] Does that amuse you?
No, it's a very good lesson. Only it's easy for you to preach utter devotion to family, when you're making all the decisions!
When have you ever done something that wasn't in your interest, but solely for the benefit of the family?
The day that you were born. I wanted to carry you into the sea and let the waves wash you away. Instead, I let you live. And I've brought you up as my son. Because you're a Lannister!
"The late Walder Frey" old Tully called me because I didn't get my men to the Trident in time for battle. He thought he was witty...but look at us now, Tully! You're dead, your daughter's dead, your grandson's dead, your son spent his wedding night in a dungeon and I am Lord of Riverrun! [cackles]
An old man on the run with no allies. I have Tywin Lannister backing me, who does he have?
They all laughed at me, all those high lords, they all thought they were better than me: Ned Stark, Hoster Tully...people snigger when I marry a young girl, but who said a word when Jon Arryn married the little Tully bitch?!
You'll be needing a new young girl.
Yes...got that to look forward to. And you...the Warden of the North! No more Starks to bow and scrape to! Must have been torture following that stupid boy all over the country.
He ignored my advice at every turn. If he'd been a trifle less arrogant...
Calling himself "The Young Wolf"...how's that for pomposity? Well...[raises his goblet in mock toast] Here's to the Young Wolf! [makes a mocking wolf howl]
Forever young. [both men chuckle]
Will you move to Winterfell now that the war's over?
At some point, perhaps. But Winterfell's in ruins.
Yes...what happened up there? I heard the Greyjoy boy seized the place. I heard he killed all the ravens and then, nothing.
I sent my bastard Ramsay to root him out. Robb Stark offered amnesty for the Ironborn if they gave us Theon.
[grins] Ramsay delivered the terms. The Ironborn turned on Theon as we knew they would. They handed him over, trussed and hooded, but Ramsay...well, Ramsay has his own way of doing things.
[eating a sausage] Those girls weren't lying. You had a good sized cock. [Theon weakly looks at the sausage in horror] What? No! Pork sausage. Do you think I'm some sort of savage? When people talk about phantom limbs, an amputee might have an itch where his foot used to be. So I've always wondered, do eunuchs have a phantom cock? Next time you think about naked girls, will you feel an itch? Sorry. I shouldn't make jokes. My mother taught me not to throw stones at cripples...[grins] but my father taught me aim for their head!
You're no good to me dead. We need you. You don't look like Theon Greyjoy anymore. That's a name for a lord. But you're not a lord, are you? You're just...meat. Stinking meat. You reek. Reek! That's a good name for you. What's your name?
[Ramsay backhands Theon]
[Ramsay punches Theon in the jaw]
[Ramsay grabs Theon by the face]
What...is...your...name?!
1F1st Frey Bannerman
What d'you want?
2F2nd Frey Bannerman
Fuck off!
1F1st Frey Bannerman
Does "Fuck off" mean something different where you're from?
I've got money. [she reaches into her belt pouch and pulls out the Braavosi coin Jacquen gave her]
1F1st Frey Bannerman
What kinda coin is that?
It's worth a lot. [she drops it on the ground when he reaches for it] Sorry.
1F1st Frey Bannerman
Little shit. [as he leans over to pick up the coin, Arya violently stabs him several times in the back and neck. Sandor Clegane then kills all three of them.]
Where did you get the knife?
Is that the first man you've killed?
The next time you're going to do something like that, tell me first!
[picks up the Braavosi coin] Valar Morghulis.
Ygritte, you know I didn't have a choice. You always knew who I was, what I am. I have to go home now. I know you won't hurt me.
You know nothing, Jon Snow.
I do know some things. I know I love you. I know that you love me. But I have to go home now!
[He turns away and Ygritte fires an arrow into his shoulder, knocking him down in agony. Jon staggers over to his horse, climbs on and rides away, but not before Ygritte shoots him twice more. She watches him go, sobbing.]
FLFirst Lannister soldier
You lost, friend?
Forgive me for staring...I don't see many Lannisters where I'm from.
FLFirst Lannister soldier
I don't see many Dornishmen in the capital.
SLSecond Lannister soldier
Gods, look at this one!
OOlyvar
Sirs, if you follow me I'll arrange for a private room-
SLSecond Lannister soldier
Why are you wasting a woman like this on a Dornishman? Bring him a shaved goat and a bottle of olive oil!
[Oberyn smiles and steps forward as Ellaria watches.]
Do you know why all the world hates a Lannister? You think your gold and your lions, and your gold lions make you better than everyone. 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 beat, the second soldier makes a grab for his sword, but Oberyn instantly rams a dagger through his wrist, skewering his arm to the table, making the soldier scream in agony.]
Long sword is a bad option in close quarters. 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, straight away. So...decisions.
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.
[to Ellaria] Apologies, my love. [they kiss]
It seems I visited the Lannister brothel by mistake.
The King is very grateful that you traveled all this way for his wedding.
Ah, let us speak truth here; Joffrey is insulted. I am only the second son, after all.
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?
I was invited to the royal wedding.
I thought we were speaking truth.
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.
I wasn't actually present-
They 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 their eyes are locked] I'm asking you a question.
So have I. The one I keep hearing is that Ser Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, raped Elia and split her in half with his greatsword.
I wasn't there. I don't know what happened.
If the Mountain killed my sister, 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.
[Dany sees that the Meereenese have used a crucified slave girl as a road-marker]
There's one on every mile-marker between here and Meereen.
How many miles are there between here and Meereen?
One hundred and sixty-three, Your Grace.
I'll tell our men to ride ahead and bury them. You don't need to see this.
You will do no such thing. I will see each and every one of their faces. Remove her collar, before you bury her.
So you admit you murdered Qhorin Halfhand?
No? You put your sword through a brother of the Night's Watch. What do you call that?
He wanted me to kill him.
A bastard son of a traitor. What would you expect?
The Halfhand believed our only chance to stop Mance was to get a man inside his army.
Don't talk about the Halfhand as if you knew him. He was my brother.
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...
The free folk? Listen to him. He even talks like a wildling now.
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.
You admit to breaking your vows, then?
The law is the law. The boy must die.
If we beheaded every ranger who lay with a girl, the Wall would be manned by headless men.
There's a difference between sneaking off to the Mole's Town brothel and sleeping with the enemy.
While we sit here, debating which rules I broke, Mance Rayder marches on the Wall with an army of a hundred thousand.
Impossible. You can't get fifty wildlings together before they start killing each other.
One hundred thousand. He's united the Thenns, the Hornfoots, the ice-river clans, there's giants fighting for him.
Have you ever been beyond the Wall, ser?
I commanded the City Watch of King's Landing, boy.
And now you're here. You must not have been very good at your job.
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?
None of us are free. We are men of the Night's Watch. But we won't be taking your head today, Jon Snow.
When am I going to get a horse of my own?
Little lady wants a pony.
Little lady wants away from your stench.
Horses aren't easy to come by. Even if they were, think I'm gonna put you on your own horse? Watch the only thing of value I've got in the world ride away?
Why don't you have any money? Didn't you steal anything from Joffrey before you left?
You're not very smart, are you?
You're fine with murdering little boys, but thieving is beneath you.
Man's got to have a code.
You think I'm gonna escape. Where would I go? I'd be dead by nightfall without you, my family's gone, I've got no one.
You've got an aunt in the Vale. Your rich aunt Lysa. After I sell you to her, maybe she'll have enough left over to buy you that pony you want so much.
PPolliver
Hey, I know you. You're the Hound! Pour our new friend some ale! What brings you so far north?
I could ask the same of you. What're you doing up here?
PPolliver
Just keepin' the King's peace.
PPolliver
So I've heard. Stannis defeated at the Blackwater, Robb Stark killed at the Twins, and where am I for all of it? Stuck with your brother. Meaning no offense.
PPolliver
He's good, the Mountain is. Best at what he does. But torture, torture, torture, torture. You spend enough time puttin' a hammer to people, and you start to feel like a carpenter making chairs. Drains the fun right out of it! And what's life without a little fun? Well, I don't need to tell you that, eh?
She's all right. I've had better.
PPolliver
You know what? You should come with us. His kind, they've always got something hidden away, gold, silver, more daughters. Always something, if you know how to make em talk and there's plenty of 'em between here and King's Landing. You could do well for yourself. We certainly have been!
I'm not going to King's Landing.
PPolliver
But think about it. We can do whatever we like, wherever we go! These are the King's colors. No one's standing in his way now... which means no one's standing in ours.
PPolliver
When I heard that Joffrey's dog had turned tail and run at the Battle of the Blackwater, I didn't believe it. But, here you are.
Here I am. Bring me one of those chickens.
PPolliver
You got money to pay for it?
PPolliver
No, but we're the King's men. So, you got money?
Not a penny. I'll still take that chicken.
PPolliver
Tell you what. We'll trade you. One of our little chickens for one of yours. Give us a go at your friend. Lowell there likes them a bit broken in.
You're a talker. Listening to talkers...makes me thirsty. And hungry. Think I'll take two chickens.
PPolliver
You don't seem to understand the situation.
I understand, that if any more words come pouring out your cunt mouth... I'm gonna have to eat every fucking chicken in this room.
PPolliver
You lived your life for the King. You gonna die for some chickens?
My brother tells me you keep your mouth shut. Unusual talent, for a sellsword.
He tells me you shit gold, just like your father.
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]
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.
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!
If I still had my right hand...
Father. [shoves Theon forward, Roose gets up and inspects him more closely]
I trained him. He was a slow learner, but he learned.
Peeled a few bits. Removed a few others.
This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir.
We've been flaying our enemies for a thousand years. The flayed man is on our banners.
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.
I already asked. Lord Greyjoy refused. Savages have...
You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy without my consent?
You made me Acting Lord of the Dreadfort. I acted.
I had to smuggle myself into my own lands thanks to the Greyjoys. I needed Theon. I needed him whole.
Theon was our enemy. But Reek? Reek will never betray us.
I place far too much trust in you.
Reek, how could you let me stand before my father unshaven? It's disrespectful.
[to Locke] Give him the razor.
[Ramsay sits in a chair and Theon is handed a razor; Roose turns around to watch]
I'm not a Bolton, father. What does it matter? Go on, Reek. A nice, close shave.
[Theon begins carefully shaving Ramsay]
