BRBrother Ray
I think some of the men are afraid of you.
I'm used to it. [sips his drink]
BRBrother Ray
When I found you, I thought you'd been dead for days. Well, you were stinkin' already, and you had bugs all over ya, and bone was comin' through, right there. [pokes the Hound's leg, right above his knee] Was gonna give you a proper burial, and then you coughed. Ha! Nearly shit meself. I reckoned you were gonna die by the time I loaded you on the wagon, but you didn't, and I reckoned you'd die a dozen more times over the next few days, but you didn't. What kept you goin'?
BRBrother Ray
No. There's a reason you're still here.
Aye, there's a reason. I'm a big fucker and I'm tough to kill.
BRBrother Ray
No, a reason. Gods aren't done with you yet.
I've heard that before. Man was talkin' about a different god, though.
BRBrother Ray
Well, maybe he was right. I don't know much about the gods.
You're in the wrong line of work.
BRBrother Ray
Oh, there's plenty of pious sons of bitches who think they know the word of god, or gods. I don't. I don't even know their real names. Maybe it is the Seven, or maybe it's the Old Gods, or maybe it's the Lord of Light, or maybe they're all the same fuckin' thing. I don't know. What matters, I believe, is that there's something greater than us, and whatever it is, it's got plans for Sandor Clegane.
You didn't know me back in my time. You don't know the things I've done.
BRBrother Ray
I've heard stories.
If the gods are real, why haven't they punished me?
TMThoros of Myr
Clegane. The fuck you doing here?
[Pointing at their three captives] Chasing them. You?
TMThoros of Myr
Hanging them.
They're our men, or they were. They attacked a nearby sept and murdered the villagers. Why do you want them?
Same reason. I was helping build it. They killed a friend of mine.
TMThoros of Myr
You've got friends?
Not anymore. They're mine.
It's the Brotherhood's good name they've dragged through the dirt.
Fuck your name, they're mine. Killed you once before, Dondarrion, happy to do it again.
[An archer raises his bow.]
Drop that arrow, you bloody girl. Tougher girls than you tried to kill me.
You can have one of them.
[Beric and Thoros nod. The Hound prepares to kill one with his axe, but Thoros stops him.]
TMThoros of Myr
No, no, no, no, no. We're not butchers. We hang them.
Hanging? All over in an instant, where's the punishment in that?
TMThoros of Myr
They die.
[Tilting his head towards Beric] We all bloody die, except this one here. Well, let me gut one of them.
We gave you two of the three out of respect for your loss. That's generous.
Bunch of nancies. There was a time I would have killed all seven of you just to gut these three.
TMThoros of Myr
You're getting old, Clegane.
[nods to one of the prisoners] He's not.
[He kicks out the wooden stump from under the feet of the first man, hanging him. He places his foot on the second stump]
LLem
Please, don't. I'll give you anything.
[The Hound kicks the stump out mid-sentence and watches Lem chokes to death as the Brotherhood hangs the third man.]
Your Grace, several members of the Faith Militant have been permitted entry into the Red Keep.
"Have been permitted". That's rather a tortured way of putting it.
They demand to see you, Your Grace.
Who permitted them into the Red Keep? [Qyburn remains silent] The King is aware of their presence?
He is, Your Grace. He is currently in his chambers at prayer. [Cersei leaves her chambers]
BLBrother Lancel
Your Grace, His Holiness the High Septon wishes to speak with you at the Great Sept of Baelor.
His Holiness the High Septon is welcome to see me here in the Red Keep.
BLBrother Lancel
Your Grace, this is not a request.
It is a request, cousin Lancel. You are asking me for something, I am refusing.
BLBrother Lancel
The High Septon commands you. Are you sure you want to refuse him?
He promised me I could stay in the Red Keep until my trial.
BLBrother Lancel
He made no such promises. If you refuse to come of your own free will...
Get. Out. [Lancel motions for two of his men to seize her when the Mountain moves forward to block their path]
BLBrother Lancel
Move aside, ser. [The Mountain growls angrily, and Lancel looks to Cersei] Order your man to step aside or there will be violence.
[One of the Faith Militant attempts to subdue the Mountain, only to be violently killed]
Please tell His High Holiness he's always welcome to visit.
Lord Edmure. I apologise for the way the Freys treated you. A man of your birth deserves better. You have my word you'll be properly fed and clothed from now on...
My uncle will never surrender the castle, sir. Whatever game you're playing...
The Blackfish is an old man. A good death is all he can hope for. You...you have a child now, I've heard. A son, sired on your wedding night. You're a potent man.
A son I've never met, born of a wife I haven't seen since our first night together.
You should be with them both. I can arrange that, you realise; comfortable rooms for you at Casterly Rock, a tutor for your boy, with knights to train him to fight and to ride, and when he comes of age, he'll have a keep of his own.
Can you imagine yourself a decent person? Is that it? After you've massacred my family, kept me in a cell for years, stolen our lands!
I remind you our Houses are at war. I'm sorry if this conflict has inconvenienced you but rebelling against the Crown does have consequences.
Says the man who shoved his sword through his king's back!
Did I give you the impression this was a negotiation? It's not.
You understand, on some level. You understand you're an evil man.
I'll leave the judgements to the gods.
Oh that is convenient for you. You're a fine looking fellow, aren't you? Your square jaw, your golden armour...tell me, I want to know, I truly do. How do you live with yourself? All of us have to believe that we're decent, don't we? You have to sleep at night. How do you tell yourself that you're decent, after everything that you've done?
I was your sister's prisoner once. She hit me on the head with a rock, if I remember correctly.
[chuckles] She should have killed you.
Perhaps, but she didn't. Catelyn Stark hated me like you hate me, but I didn't hate her. I admired her, far more than I did her husband or her son.
Do you think I care who you admire and who you don't?
Maybe not, but I'm telling you anyway because you're my prisoner. You don't have a choice. The love she had for her children, I was a little awed by it. Reminded me of my sister.
Oh, now I see. You're a madman.
I'm not here to trade insults. Your sister was...
I'll talk about whomever I want. She loved her children. I suppose all mothers do. Catelyn and Cersei, it's a fierceness you don't often see. They'd do anything to protect their babies; start a war, burn cities to ash, free their worst enemies. The things we do for love.
You didn't come here to talk about our sisters.
That's exactly why I came here. I love Cersei. You can laugh at that if you want, you can sneer, it doesn't matter. She needs me, and to get back to her, I have to take Riverrun. I'll send for your baby boy...and I'll launch him into Riverrun with a catapult because you don't matter to me, Lord Edmure. Your son doesn't matter to me. The people in the castle don't matter to me...only Cersei. And if I have to slaughter every Tully who ever lived to get back to her, that's what I'll do.
[Jaqen at the House of Black and White follows a trail of blood to see a freshly-carved face of The Waif added to the hall.]
[referring to The Waif] You told her to kill me.
[turns to see Arya pointing Needle to his chest] Yes. But here you are. And there she is. Finally, a girl is No One.
A girl is Arya Stark of Winterfell. And I'm going home.
RMRazdahl mo Eraz
Once before, I offered you peace. If you had not been so arrogant, you could have returned to your homeland with a fleet of ships. Instead, you will flee Slaver's Bay on foot, like the Beggar Queen you are.
We are here to discuss terms of surrender, not to trade insults.
YZYezzan zo Qaggaz
The terms are simple. You, and your foreign friends will abandon the Great Pyramid, and the City of Meereen. The Unsullied you stole from Kraznys mo Nakloz will remain, to be sold again to the highest bidder. The translator you stole from Kraznys mo Nakloz will remain, to be sold again to the highest bidder. The dragons beneath the Great Pyramid will be slaughtered.
We obviously didn't communicate clearly. We are here to discuss your surrender, not mine.
RMRazdahl mo Eraz
I imagine it's difficult. Adjusting to the new reality. Your reign is over!
[Suddenly, Drogon flies over them, roaring. Dany climbs onto his back and they take off. Rhaegal and Viseryon join him flying over the attacking fleet]
[The three dragons attack a warship.]
[addressing the Master's slave-guards, in Valyrian] You men have a choice: fight and die for the Masters, who would never fight and die for you, or go home to your families.
[after a brief pause, the guards drop their weapons and run away, leaving the shocked Masters surrounded by the Unsullied]
Thank you for the armada! Our Queen does love ships. Now... Last time we spoke, we made a pact. You violated that pact. You declared war upon us. And, though our Queen does have a forgiving nature, this... cannot be forgiven.
Our Queen insists that one of you must die, as punishment for your crimes.
It always seems a bit abstract, doesn't it? Other people dying.
[After a pause, Razdahl pushes Yezzan forward]
RMRazdahl mo Eraz
Him. He should die.
RMRazdahl mo Eraz
He's not one of us, He's an outsider, low-born! He does not speak for us.
YZYezzan zo Qaggaz
Please. [falls to his knees] Please.
[Grey Worm cuts the throats of the other two Masters, leaving Yezzan alive.]
Tell your people what happened here. Tell them you live by the grace of Her Majesty. When they come forward with notions of retribution, or ideas about returning the slave-cities to their former glory...remind them what happened, when Daenerys Stormborn and her dragons came to Meereen.
[Jon Snow arranges for a parley with Ramsay Bolton outside Winterfell]
[to Sansa] You don't have to be here.
My beloved wife. I have missed you terribly. [to Jon] Thank you, for returning Lady Bolton safely. Now, dismount and kneel before me. Surrender your army, and proclaim me the true Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. I will pardon you for deserting the Night's Watch, I will pardon these treasonous Lords for betraying my House. Come, bastard. You don't have the men, you don't have the horses. And you don't have Winterfell! Why lead those poor souls into slaughter? There's no need for a battle. Get off your horse... and kneel. [smirks] I am a man of mercy.
You're right. There's no need for a battle. Thousands of men don't need to die. Only one of us. Let's end this the old way. You, against me.
[After a pause, Ramsay starts to laugh]
I keep hearing stories about you, bastard. The way people in the North talk about you, you're the greatest swordsman who ever walked! Maybe you are that good, maybe not. I don't know if I'd beat you, but I know that my army will beat yours. I have six thousand men, you have...what? Half that? Not even?
[smiles] Aye, you have the numbers. Will your men want to fight for you, when they hear you wouldn't fight for them?
[to Sansa] He's good. Very good. Tell me, will you let your little brother die because you're too proud to surrender?
How do we know you have him?
[Lord "Smalljon" Umber throws the head of Rickon's direwolf at Jon's feet.]
You're going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. [the conviction in Sansa's voice momentarily stuns Ramsey] Sleep well. [she rides away]
[smiles] She's a fine woman, your sister. I look forward to having her back in my bed. And you're all fine-looking men. [laughs] My dogs are desperate to meet you. I haven't fed them for seven days, they're ravenous! I wonder which parts they'll try first? Your eyes? Your balls! We'll find out soon enough. In the morning, then... bastard.
[in the kennels] Ah. Sansa. Hello, Sansa. Is this where I'll be staying now? [Sansa stares silently at him, and he shakes his head, smirking] No. Our time together is about to come to an end. That's all right. You can't kill me. I'm part of you now.
Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
[Sansa opens the doors of his hounds' kennels. One of them emerges from its cage, growling quietly, and approaches him]
My hounds will never harm me.
You haven't fed them in seven days. You said it yourself.
They were. Now, they're starving.
[Two more hounds emerge and come to sniff at his face]
[hisses] Sit. [the hound begins licking his bloody face hungrily] Down. Down! Down! Down! Down!
[Ramsay screams as his hounds begin devouring him face-first; Sansa walks away smiling]
[Davos storms into the great hall of Winterfell and throws Shireen's burnt stag figurine to Melisandre]
Tell him! Tell him who it belonged to.
Tell him what you did to her! TELL HIM!
We burnt her at the stake.
[Jon looks horrified]
The army was trapped, the horses were dying! It was the only way.
You burned a little girl alive!
I only do what my Lord commands me!
If he commands you to burn children, your Lord is evil!
We are standing here because of him. Jon Snow is alive because the Lord willed it.
I loved that girl! Like she was my own! She was good, she was kind and you killed her!
So did her father. So did her mother. Her own blood knew it was the only way!
The only way for what?! They all died anyway! You told everyone Stannis was the one, you had him believing it, all of them fooled, and you lied!
I didn't lie! I was wrong.
Aye. You were wrong. How many died because you were wrong? [to Jon] I ask your leave to execute this woman for murder. She admits to the crime.
Do you have anything to say for yourself?
I've been ready to die for many years. If the Lord was done with me, so be it, but he's not. You've seen the Night King, Jon Snow. You know the great war is still to come. You know the army of the dead will be upon us soon. And you know I can help you win that war.
[stares at Melisandre for a moment] Ride south today. If you return to the North, I'll have you hanged as a murderer.
If you ever come back this way, I'll execute you myself!
[Sansa meets up with Jon outside as he watches Melisandre ride south alone...]
I'm having the lord's chamber prepared for you.
Mother and Father's room? You should take it.
You're the Lady of Winterfell. You deserve it. We're standing here because of you. The battle was lost until the Knights of the Vale rode in. They came because of you. You told me Lord Baelish sold you to the Boltons.
[chuckles] Only a fool would trust Littlefinger. I should have told you about him, about the Knights of the Vale. I'm sorry.
We need to trust each other. We can't fight a war amongst ourselves. We have so many enemies now. [starts to walk away]
Jon. A raven came from the Citadel. A white raven...Winter is here.
[smiles and looks to the sky] Well, Father always promised, didn't he?
The last time a Tyrell came to Dorne, he was assassinated. A hundred red scorpions, was it?
You have nothing to fear from us, Lady Olenna.
You murder your own Prince, but you expect me to trust you?
We invited you to Dorne because we needed your help. You came to Dorne because you needed our help.
What is your name, again? Barbero?
Obara. You look like an angry little boy, don't presume to tell me what I need.
Forgive my sister. What she lacks in diplomacy, she makes––
Do shut up, dear. [Glances at Tyene] Anything from you? No? Good. Let the grown women speak.
The Lannisters have declared war on House Tyrell. They have declared war on Dorne. We must be allies now, if we wish to survive.
Cersei stole the future from me. She killed my son, she killed my grandson, she killed my granddaughter. Survival is not what I'm after, now.
You're absolutely right. I chose the wrong words. It is not survival I offer, it is your heart's desire.
And what is my "heart's desire?"
[Varys enters]
You can't expect the Knights of the Vale to side with Wildling invaders!
We didn't invade. We were invited.
The Free Folk, the Northerners and the Knights of the Vale fought together. We fought bravely and we won. My father used to say, "We find our true friends on the battlefield."
CCCley Cerwyn
The Boltons are defeated. The war is over! Winter has come. If the Maesters are right, it'll be the coldest one in a thousand years. We should ride home, and wait out the coming storms.
The war is not over. And I promise you, friend, the true enemy won't wait out the storm. He brings the storm.
LMLyanna Mormont
Your son was butchered at the Red Wedding, Lord Manderly, but you refused the call. You swore allegiance to House Stark, Lord Glover but in their hour of greatest need, you refused the call. And you, Lord Cerwyn. Your father was skinned alive by Ramsay Bolton. Still, you refused the call. But House Mormont remembers. The North remembers! We know no king but the King in the North, whose name is Stark. I don't care if he's a bastard. Ned Stark's blood runs through his veins. He's my King, from this day until his last day!
WMWyman Manderly
Lady Mormont speaks harshly... and truly. My son died for Robb Stark, the Young Wolf. I didn't think we'd find another King, in my lifetime. I didn't commit my men to your cause... because, I didn't want more Manderlys dying for nothing. But, I was wrong. Jon Snow avenged the Red Wedding! He is the White Wolf. [draws his sword and kneels to Jon] The King in the North!
[the Northern lords begin nodding approvingly]
RGRobett Glover
I did not fight beside you in the field. And will regret that until my dying day. A man... can only admit when he was wrong, and ask forgiveness.
There's nothing to forgive, my Lord.
RGRobett Glover
There will be more fights to come. House Glover will stand behind House Stark, as we have for a thousand years! And I will stand behind Jon Snow. [draws his sword and raises to Jon] The King in the North! [kneels as all the other Lords cheer, rise and draw their blades]
NVNorthern/Vale Lords
THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH!
[pouring wine onto Septa Unella's face] Confess. [Unella struggles] Confess. Confess. Confess... it felt good. Beating me. Starving me. Frightening me, humiliating me. You didn't do it because you cared about my atonement. You did it because it felt good. I understand. I do things because they feel good. I drink, because it feels good. I killed my husband, because it felt good to be rid of him. I fuck my brother, because it feels good to feel him inside me. I lie about fucking my brother, because it feels good to keep our son safe from hateful hypocrites. I killed your High Sparrow... and all his little sparrows... all his septons, all his septas, all his filthy soldiers... because it felt good to watch them burn. It felt good to imagine their shock and their pain. No thought has ever given me greater joy. [chuckles] Even confessing feels good, under the right circumstances. You've always been quiet. I said my face would be the last thing you saw before you died, do you remember?
SUSepta Unella
Good. I'm glad to see your face. I'm ready to meet the Gods.
What? Now? Today? [smirking] You're not going to die today. You're not going to die for quite a while. Ser Gregor. This is Ser Gregor Clegane. He's quiet, too. [Ser Gregor removes his helmet] Your Gods have forsaken you. This is your god now.
[As Cersei leaves and closes the door behind her, Unella begins screaming]
[smirking] Shame. Shame. Shame.
[referring to her rejection of Daario] How did he take it?
I know it was hard for you. You turned away a man who truly loves you because he would have been a liability in the Seven Kingdoms. That's the kind of self-sacrifice that makes for a good ruler, if it's any consolation.
No, I suppose not. I'm terrible at consoling.
All right, how about the fact that this is actually happening? You have your armies, you have your ships, you have your dragons. Everything you've ever wanted since you were old enough to want anything, it's all yours for the taking. Are you afraid? [Dany nods] Good. You're in the great game now. And the great game's terrifying. The only people who aren't afraid of failure are madmen like your father.
Do you know what frightens me? I said farewell to a man who loves me. A man I thought I cared for. And I felt nothing. Just impatient to get on with it.
He wasn't the first to love you, and he won't be the last.
Well, you have completely failed to console me.
For what it's worth, I've been a cynic for as long as I can remember. Everyone's always asking me to believe in things—family, gods, kings, myself. It was often tempting until I saw where belief got people. So I said, "No, thank you," to belief. And yet, here I am. I believe in you. It's embarrassing, really. I'd swear you my sword, but I don't actually own a sword.
It's your counsel I need.
It's yours. Now and always.
Good. [pulls out an item] I, um, I had something made for you. I'm...I'm not sure if it's right.
[Dany attaches the item to Tyrion's lapel, where it was revealed to be the brooch of The Hand]
Tyrion Lannister, I name you Hand of the Queen.
[Tyrion bends in one knee and bows]
