AWAnya 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.
AWAnya Waynwood
I wasn't asking you.
Speak up, girl, you're not a damn kitchen mouse. Tell us what you saw.
I'm sorry, Lord Baelish. I have to tell the truth. I'll tell you everything.
AWAnya Waynwood
Please, Alayne, leave nothing out.
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.
Sansa Stark? [to Baelish] You tell lies right to my face, you little worm?
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. 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.
VCVance Corbray
Your secret is safe with us, my lady.
Your father grew up right here in these halls. We hunted together many times. He was a fine man.
AWAnya Waynwood
Tell us what happened to your aunt, Sansa.
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.
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]
AWAnya Waynwood
Shh. Shh, it's not your fault, sweet girl. It's not your fault.
Why did the Usurper pardon you?
If we could speak alone...
No. Speak to me here. Explain it to me.
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.
The pardon was signed the year we met. Why were you pardoned? Unless you're saying this document was forged?
I sent letters to Varys. The spymaster of King's Landing.
What was the content of these letters?
When you and Viserys arrived in Pentos. His plan to marry you to Khal Drogo. When you were married. When your brother died...
You told them I was carrying Drogo's child?
Don't call me that. Did you tell them I was carrying Drogo's child?
That wine merchant tried to poison me because of your information.
I stopped you from drinking his wine.
Because you knew it was poisoned.
You betrayed me... From the first!
[kneeling] Forgive me. I never meant... Please, Khaleesi. Forgive me.
You sold my secrets to the man who killed my father and stole my brother's throne.
I have protected you, fought for you, killed for you!
You want me to forgive you?
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.
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. Go. Now.
Moat Cailin is yours, Father.
Walk with me. Has there been any word from Locke?
Unimportant. A cripple, and a young boy. None of the Northern lords have seen them. Dead, most likely. Most of the Ironborn have fled the North. Now more will follow, thanks to you. Tell me what you see.
Not nothing - the North. Ride seven hundred miles that way, you're still in the North. Four hundred miles that way, three hundred miles that way. The North is larger than the other six kingdoms combined. And I am the Warden of the North. The North is mine. Now, tell me. What is your name?
No, not Ramsay Snow. [hands him a scroll] Open it. From this day until your last day, you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.
[stares at him, kneels] You honor me. I swear, I will uphold your tradition and your name. I will be worthy of you, Father. I promise.
[swigs some wine] Wine always helps. Thank you for it. Trial by combat. Deciding a man's guilt or innocence in the eyes of the Gods, by having two other men hack each other to pieces. Tells you something about the Gods. How much longer?
Do you thing Oberyn has a chance? [Jaime shrugs] The Red Viper of Dorne! You don't get a name like that unless you're deadly, right?
I've never seen him fight.
Oh, he's going to die! I'm going to die!
Oberyn believes in himself.
Oh, that's putting it mildly. What's the punishment for regicide? Drawing and quartering? Hanging? Breaking at the wheel?
TLTyrion Lannsiter
Seems rather ordinary. And he was my nephew as well. So what's that? Fratricide is brothers, filicide is sons. Nepoticide! That's the one. Matricide, Patricide, infanticide, suicide. There's no kind of killing that doesn't have its own word.
Cousins? You're right. There is no name for cousin-killing! Well done. Do you remember cousin Orson? Orson Lannister?
Of course. Wet-nurse dropped him on his head. Left him simple.
Simple? Used to sit all day in the garden. Crushing beetles with a rock.
[Chuckles] Nothing made him happier.
Nothing made you happier. You'd think being tormented from birth would have given you some affinity for the afflicted?
On the contrary. Laughing at another person's misery was the only thing that made me feel like everyone else.
The joke wore thin, though.
For you. You drifted away.
Yes, other interests...But I stayed with Orson.
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: "Thmasth the beetles! Thmasth 'em! Khuun, khuun, khuun!" 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 Volarik's library.
Volarik. Tried to touch me once.
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 beetle 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.
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 to spend inordinate amounts of time watching him. I would eat my lunch in the garden, chewing my mutton to the music of "khuun, khuun, khuun..." 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: Khuun, khuun, khuun. 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 should be dying for no reason.
Every day around the world, men, women, and children are murdered by the score. Who gives a dusty fuck about a bunch of beetles--?
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 and 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 could see. I woke up crying, weeping for their shattered little bodies. I tried to stop Orson once.
He just pushed me aside with a "khuun" and kept on smashing. Every day...until that mule kicked him in the chest and killed him.
[after performing some warm-up acrobatics with his spear, drawing cheers from the crowd] Have they told you who I am?
GCGregor Clegane
Some dead man. [He swings his greatsword, Oberyn easily dodges]
I am the brother of Elia Martell. Do you know why I have come all the way to this stinking shit-pile 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, roaring; the Viper fends off his strike with his spearblade, then knocks off Clegane's helmet and moves around him in a circle] Say it. [He dodges the Mountain's swings repeatedly as he speaks, still grinning] You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. [Oberyn continues to circle and dodge around Clegane's furious attacks] You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children! [Oberyn makes a series of attacks. Clegane's charges are becoming slower and clumsier, Oberyn's voice is rising with rage] YOU RAPED HER! YOU MURDERED HER! [Oberyn slashes the Mountain's right hamstring with the spearblade, bringing him to his knees] YOU KILLED HER CHILDREN! [he leaps and stabs Ser Gregor through the chestplate, knocking him onto his back.] Wait. Are you dying? No, no, no, you can't die yet, you haven't confessed! [wrenches his spear free, stalks around his prone opponent] Say it. Say her name. Elia Martell. You raped her. You killed her children. Elia Martell. [pointing 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!
GCGregor Clegane
[suddenly trips 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, making Ellaria Sand scream in horror, then rolls over, severely wounded]
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.
[about Ygritte] What was she like?
[sarcastically] Oh? How big were her feet?
What do you want me to say?
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.
So you and Gilly never...?
No. She just had a baby. And she never offered.
But if she had, you would have? You would have broken your vows?
The interesting thing is our vows never specifically forbid intimate relations with women.
"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.
I don't think Ser Alliser cares much for interpretation.
Anyway, there's nothing for him to interpret. We didn't. So what's it like?
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!
And what did I get for it? An arrow six inches from my heart.
There'll be arrows for all of us soon, I imagine.
They've already done the worst thing to me they can ever do.
Go get some sleep, Sam. I'll take this watch.
That's the last of the oil, Ser Alliser.
A hundred thousand, you say?
You can say it if you like. We should have sealed the tunnel while we had the chance, like you suggested.
It was a difficult decision either way, sir.
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.
[After a giant lifts up the outer gate with his bare hands]
HHill
How are we gonna stop that?!
2W2nd Watchman
He's got twenty arrows in him already!
You heard Jon. We hold the Gate!
HHill
Jon Snow's not Lord Commander.
[The giant pushes his way under the outer gate and lets it fall closed behind him]
HHill
Mother save me. Father save me.
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]
"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!"
GOGrenn and the other four Watchmen
"I shall wear no crowns, win no glory! I shall live and die by my post!"
ASAll 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!"
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.
To fi- you can't do that! No one gave you any orders!
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.
Without Mance. You goin' to kill him?
They'll never let you within a hundred yards of him! And even if they did, even if you managed to kill him...
They'll kill me. But if I don't go, they'll kill me anyway. They'll kill the rest of us, too.
They won't just kill you. They'll boil you, they'll... flay you, they'll make it last days!
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.
[notices Jon unbuckling Longclaw from his belt] What're you doing?
I promised Mormont I'd never lose it again. [hands the sword to Sam] In case I don't come back.
Jon? Come back. [Jon gives him a sad smile and walks out beyond the Wall]
[stopping in front of Mance and Jon, to Mance] You're the "King Beyond the Wall"? [Mance nods] Do you know who I am?
MRMance Rayder
Never had the pleasure.
This is Stannis Baratheon, the one true King of the Seven Kingdoms.
MRMance Rayder
We're not in the Seven Kingdoms, and you're not dressed for this weather.
[pause] It is customary to kneel when surrendering to a King. [long pause, then Mance smiles and shakes his head]
MRMance Rayder
We do not kneel.
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 beaten dogs. their fate depends on their King.
MRMance Rayder
All the same, we do not kneel.
[to Jon] What's a man of the Night's Watch doing in a Wildling camp?
I was sent to discuss terms with the King Beyond the Wall.
You're speaking to the one true King, boy. You will address him as "Your Grace".
I know he's the King. My father died for him. My name is Jon Snow, Your Grace. I'm Ned Stark's son.
Your father was an honorable man.
What do you think he'd have done with him?
I was this man's prisoner, once. He could've tortured me, he could've killed me... but instead he spared my life. I think my father would've taken him prisoner and listened to what he had to say.
Very well, then. [turns to Davos] Take him prisoner.
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.
We've been over this. The matter's closed.
You were betrothed to Loras Tyrell. You are still betrothed to Loras Tyrell and you will marry Loras Tyrell, as soon as Tommen marries Margaery.
Jaime cannot marry, or inherit lands. Tyrion's sentence will be carried out tomorrow. You have, on several occasions, made great claims about your commitment to this family's future. Your role in that future is now more vital than it ever was-
I don't care. I will stay in King's Landing where I belong, with my son the King.
When you were nine years old, I was called away to the Capitol; I decided to take your brother with me, and not you. You insisted that you would not be left at Casterly Rock under any circumstances, and if you recall...
I'm not interested in hearing another of your smug stories about the time you won. This isn't going to be one of those times.
Do you think you'll be the first person dragged into a sept to be married against her will?
When you marched into the Throne Room to tell me we'd won the Battle of Blackwater... Do you remember?! 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! Margery will dig her claws in, you will dig your claws in, and you'll fight over him like beasts until you rip him apart. I will burn our house to the ground before I let that happen!
And how will you do that?
I'll tell everyone the truth.
And what truth would that be?
You don't know, do you? You never believed it. How is that possible? What am I saying? Of course it's possible. How can someone so consumed by the idea of his family have any conception what his actual family was doing? We were right there, in front of you, and you didn't see us. One look in the past twenty years, one real look at your own children, and you would have known.
[grins maliciously] Everything they say is true - about Jaime and me.
[giggles] Your legacy is a lie.
[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.
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 --
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?
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.
Three-Eyed Ravenː He died so you could find what you have lost.
Bran Starkː You're going to help me walk again?
Three-Eyed Ravenː You will never walk again. But you will fly.
