[Arya finds the mortally-wounded Hound at the bottom of a ravine, after being defeated by Brienne]
Are you still here? [coughs up blood] Big bitch saved you.
No, not you. You're a real killer, with your water-dancing and your Needle.
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] Fuck 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.
I'll last longer than you.
You remember where the heart is? [Arya nods] Fuck it... I'm ready. Go on, girl. Another name off your list. You kept promising me... 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 fucked her bloody. At least I'd have one happy memory. [Arya does not react, continues to stare] Do I have to beg you? Do it. 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
[Wielding Joffrey's crossbow, Tyrion confronts Tywin, disrobed in the privy in the Tower of the Hand]
[surprised] Tyrion. Put down the crossbow. Who released you? Your brother, I expect. He always had a soft spot for you. Come, we'll go and talk in my chambers. This is how you want to speak to me, hmm? Shaming your father has always given you pleasure.
All my life you've wanted me dead.
[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.
Oh, Tyrion. Put down that crossbow.
I murdered her. With my own hands.
And what? You'll kill your own father in the privy? No. You're my son. Now, enough of this nonsense.
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?
Enough. We'll go back to my chambers and speak with some dignity.
I can't go back there. She's in there.
You're afraid of a dead whore? [Tyrion looses the crossbow bolt into Tywin's gut] You shot me. [he groans in pain as he glares at Tyrion, who loads another bolt] You're no son of mine.
I am your son. I have always been your son. [Tyrion fires another bolt into Tywin's chest, killing him]
Tell me my future or I'll have your two boring eyes gouged out of your head.
MMaggy
Your blood. Give me a taste. [Cersei cuts her finger and Maggy sucks the blood] Three questions you get. You won't like the answers.
I've been promised to the prince. When will we marry?
MMaggy
You will never wed the prince. You will wed the king.
MMaggy
Oh yes. You'll be queen. For a time. Then comes another, younger, more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear.
Will the king and I have children?
MMaggy
No. The king will have twenty children and you will have three.
MMaggy
Gold will be their crowns. Gold their shrouds. [laughs]
[Jaime and Cersei meet over Tywin's body as he lies in state inside the Great Sept of Baelor]
He never wanted you to be a Kingsguard. But here you are. Protecting his dead body.
What he built... it's ours. He built it for us, he meant it for us. They're going to try to take it away. All of it.
All of them out there. Our enemies. They're waiting in line to make sure he's really dead. And as soon as they see the stones on his eyes, they'll set to work on tearing us apart.
They had nothing to do with it. The man who murdered our father, he tore us apart. He's the enemy. I've been telling you for years. You've been defending him for years.
This is exactly what they want!
And now our father is dead. And that little monster is out there, somewhere, drawing breath! Did you set him free? [Jaime is silent.] Tyrion may be a monster, but at least he killed our father on purpose. You killed him by mistake. With stupidity. You're a man of action, aren't you? When it occurs to you to do something, you do it. Never mind the consequences. Take a look. Look at the consequences. Here they are. He loved you more than anyone in this world.
[Cersei kisses Tywin's forehead and leaves.]
You never told me why you set me free.
Your brother asked me to.
Refuse the Kingslayer? A dangerous proposition.
Not as dangerous as releasing me. You risked your life, your position, everything. Why? You're not family, you owe me nothing.
I didn't do it for you. I did it for the Seven Kingdoms.
A drunken dwarf will never be the savior of the Seven Kingdoms.
I don't believe in saviors. I believe men of talent have a part to play in the wars to come.
You're going to have to find another soldier. I'm done with Westeros, and Westeros is done with me.
[rolls his eyes] You have many admirable qualities. Self-pity is not one of them. Any fool with a bit of luck can find himself born into power, but earning it for yourself? That takes work.
I'm not well-suited for work.
I think you are. You have your father's instincts for politics and you have compassion.
Compassion? Yes, I killed my lover with my bare hands, I shot my own father with a crossbow!
I never said you were perfect.
What is it you want, exactly?
Peace, prosperity. A land where the powerful do not prey on the powerless.
Where the castles are made of gingerbread and the moats are filled with blackberry wine? The powerful have always preyed on the powerless. That's how they became powerful in the first place.
Perhaps, and perhaps we've grown so accustomed to horror, we assume there's no other way. [Tyrion drinks] If you sat on the Iron Throne, would you spread misery throughout the land?
I will never sit on the Iron Throne.
No, you won't, but you could help another climb those steps, and take that seat. [pause] The Seven Kingdoms need someone stronger than Tommen, but gentler than Stannis. A monarch who can intimidate the high Lords, and inspire the people. A ruler loved by millions, with a powerful army and the right family name.
Who said anything about him? You have a choice, my friend. You can stay here at Illyrio's palace and drink yourself to death. Or you can ride with me to Meereen, meet Daenerys Targaryen, and decide if the world is worth fighting for.
Can I drink myself to death on the way to Meereen?
In any event, you shouldn't keep your intended waiting.
LTLoras Tyrell
My intended? Please. Tywin's dead. That means no one can force Cersei to marry me.
LTLoras Tyrell
Unlucky you.
You think I want that woman married to my brother?
LTLoras Tyrell
If she doesn't marry me, she doesn't go to Highgarden. Which means she stays in King's Landing. Which means you're trapped here with Cersei Lannister as your mother by law.
Lord Baelish, Lady Sansa, my name is Brienne of Tarth.
We've met, with Renly Baratheon. What did he say about you? He said... "Your loyalty came free of charge." Someone appears to have paid quite a bit for it since then.
Lady Sansa. Before your mother's death, I was her sworn sword. I gave my word I would find you and protect you. I will shield your back and give you counsel, and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.
Please, Lady Brienne, no need for such formality. You were Catelyn Stark's sworn sword?
Strange. I knew Cat from the time we were children. She never mentioned you.
It was after Renly's murder.
Ahh, yes. You were accused of killing him.
By men who didn't see what happened.
He was murdered by a shadow. A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon.
A shadow? With a face? [looks at Sansa, scoffs] This woman swore to protect Renly, she failed. She swore to protect your mother; she failed. Why would I want someone with your history of failure guarding Lady Sansa?
[sharply] Why should you have any say in her affairs?
Because I am her uncle. I married her aunt Lysa, shortly before my beloved's untimely death. We're family now. And you are an outsider. Forgive me, Lady Brienne, but experience has made me wary of outsiders.
Lady Sansa, if we can have a word alone?
Please, my Lady, if you would let me explain.
I saw you at Joffrey's wedding, bowing to the King.
Neither of us wanted to be there. Sometimes we don't have a choice.
And sometimes we do. You should leave.
Uncle Kevan! In light of your position as Commander of the Lannister armies, it would please the King if you would serve as his Master of War. No man living better deserves the title.
That is kind of you to say. I would like to hear it from the King, himself.
The King is very busy at this moment.
He should be here, learning what it means to rule.
He is learning. On this occasion, in his capacity as ruler, he's asked me to speak on his behalf.
I return to the Capital to pay my respects to my brother, and to you, and to serve the King. I did not return to the Capitol to serve as your puppet, to watch you stack the Small Council with sycophants! Sending your own brother away so he won't...
My brother has left the Capitol to lead a sensitive diplomatic mission.
That is not your concern as Master of War.
I do not recognize your authority to dictate what is and is not my concern. You are the Queen Mother. Nothing more.
You would abandon your King in his time of need?
If he wants to send for me, I will be waiting for him. At Casterly Rock.
AHAreo Hotah
The Prince does not wish to be disturbed.
Remove yourself from my path, or I'll take that longaxe and shove it up your...
DMDoran Martell
Captain! Let her pass.
Your brother was murdered, and you sit here in the Water Gardens, staring at the sky and doing nothing!
DMDoran Martell
Oberyn was slain during a trial by combat. By law, that is not murder.
DMDoran Martell
You don't have to remind me. He was my brother long before he was anything to you.
What will you do about his death?
DMDoran Martell
I will bury him. I will mourn for him.
DMDoran Martell
You would have me go to war?
The whole country would have you go to war!
DMDoran Martell
Then we are lucky the whole country does not decide.
The Sand Snakes are with me. They have the love of their people. They will avenge their father, while you sit here in your chair, doing nothing. Oberyn is dead, and this Lannister girl skips about the Water Gardens, eating our food, breathing our air. How many of your brothers and sisters do they have to kill? Let me have her. Let me send her to Cersei, one finger at a time.
DMDoran Martell
I loved my brother. And you made him very happy. For that, you will always have a place in my heart. But we do not mutilate little girls for vengeance. Not here. Not while I rule.
And how long will that be?
Your Grace? A word, please, I beg you.
About your father. About the Mad King.
The "Mad King"? You're here to remind me of my enemies' lies? Consider me reminded.
Your Grace. I served in his Kingsguard. I was at his side from the first. Your enemies did not lie.
When the people rose in revolt against him, your father set their towns and castles aflame. He murdered sons in front of their fathers. He burned men alive with wildfire, and laughed as they screamed. And, his efforts to stamp out dissent led to a rebellion that killed every Targaryen, except two.
No, Your Grace. Thank the Gods. But the Mad King gave his enemies the justice he thought they deserved, and each time, it made him feel powerful and right...until the very end.
I will not have the Son of the Harpy executed without a fair trial.
We can't hold the North with terror alone.
We can't hold the North if we let these lesser Lords insult us.
I sent you there to collect taxes, not bodies.
Lord Cerwyn refused to pay. Said the Warden of the North would always be a Stark, and he'd be damned if he'd kiss a traitor's boot.
I flayed him living, along with his wife and brother. Made his son watch.
The new Lord Cerwyn paid his taxes.
I have something to tell you. Stop eating and listen. We don't have enough men to hold the North, if the other Houses rise up against us. Do you understand that?
Our pact with the Lannisters protects...
I had a pact with Tywin Lannister, and Tywin Lannister is dead. The remaining Lannisters are a thousand miles away, dealing with that fact. They've never once, in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, sent their army this far North. If you think they will for us, you're a fool. We've become a Great House, by entering into alliance with other Houses and parlaying those alliances into greater power. The best way to forge a lasting alliance, isn't by peeling a man's skin off. The best way is marriage. Now that you're a Bolton by Royal decree, it's high time you married a suitable bride. And as it happens, I've found the perfect girl to solidify our hold on the North.
Yes. Bit shabby, isn't it? You've been here before?
On my way down to King's Landing, with my father and Arya. Where are you taking me?
The Boltons have Winterfell. Your marriage proposal, it wasn't for you.
Roose Bolton murdered my brother! He betrayed my family!
He serves the Lannisters!
Always. You're a Stark. Dyeing your hair doesn't change that. You're Sansa Stark, eldest surviving child of Ned and Catelyn Stark. Your place is in the North.
I can't marry him. You can't make me! He's a traitor, a murderer.
You're not marrying Roose Bolton! No, you'll be marrying his son and heir, Ramsay. One day, he'll be Warden of the North, and you'll...
No, you can't make me! I will starve myself. I will die before I have to go there.
I won't force you to do anything. Don't you know, by now, how much I care about you? Say the word, and we'll turn the horses around. But listen to me. Listen. You've been running all your life. Terrible things have happened to your family, and you weep. You sit alone in a darkened room, mourning their fates. You've been a bystander to tragedy, from the day they executed your father. Stop being a bystander, d'you hear me? Stop running. There's no justice in the world, not unless we make it. You loved your family. Avenge them.
How did you end up serving Renly?
When I was a girl, my father held a ball. I'm his only living child, so he wanted to make a good match for me. He invited dozens of young Lords to Tarth. I didn't want to go, but he dragged me to the ballroom. And it was wonderful. None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. And whispered in my ear, how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. My father smiled at me, and I smiled at him. I had never been so happy...'till I saw a few of the boys snickering. And then, they all started to laugh; they couldn't keep the game going any longer. They were toying with me. "Brienne the Beauty", they called me. Great joke. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A great, lumbering beast. I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms. "Don't let them see your tears," he told me, "They're nasty little shits, and nasty little shits aren't worth crying over." He danced with me, and none of the other boys could say a word. Renly was the King's brother, after all.
But, wasn't he...Lord Tyrion said he was...
Yes, Pod, he liked men! I'm not an idiot. He didn't love me, he didn't want me. He danced with me because he was kind, and didn't want to see me hurt. He saved me from being a joke... from that day, until his last day. And I couldn't save him, in return. Nothing's more hateful than failing to protect the one you love. One day, I will avenge King Renly.
But you said a shadow murdered him. How do you fight a shadow?
A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon. I know it was Stannis. I know it in my heart. Stannis is a man, not a shadow, and a man can be killed.
