[Daenerys has learned of the fall of Highgarden and the death of Olenna Tyrell from Tyrion and Varys]
You'll want to discuss this amongst yourselves. Perhaps...
You will stay! All my allies are gone. They've been taken from me while I've been sitting here on this island.
You still have the largest army.
Who won't be able to eat because Cersei has taken all the food from the Reach!
Call Grey Worm and the Unsullied back. We still have enough ships to ferry the Dothraki to the mainland. Commit to the blockade of King's Landing. We still have a plan, it's the right plan.
The right plan? Your strategy has lost us Dorne, the Iron Islands and the Reach!
If I have underestimated our enemies...
Our enemies? Your family, you mean. Perhaps you don't want to hurt them after all. [Daenerys sees her dragons flying over the sea] Enough with the clever plans. I have three large dragons. I am going to fly them to the Red Keep.
My enemies are in the Red Keep! What kind of queen am I if I'm not willing to risk my life to fight them?
[Daenerys turns to Jon]
What do you think I should do?
I would never presume to...
I'm at war. I'm losing. What do you think I should do?
I never thought that dragons would exist again. No one did. The people who follow you know that you made something impossible happen. Maybe that helps them believe that you can make other impossible things happen. Build a different world from the shit one they've always known. But if you use them to melt castles and burn cities, you're not different...you're just more of the same.
What do you think of her?
I believe you know of whom I speak.
I think she has a good heart.
A good heart? [teasing] I've noticed you staring at her good heart.
There's no time for that. I saw the Night King, Davos; I stared into his eyes. How many men do we have in the North to fight him? Ten thousand? Less?
Speaking of good hearts, Missandei of Naath! [Missandei turns to greet them]
King Snow, isn't it? No, that doesn't sound right; King Jon?
Forgive me, but may I ask a question?
Your name is Jon Snow, but your father's name was Ned Stark?
I'm a bastard. My mother and father weren't married.
Is the custom different in Naath?
We don't have marriage in Naath, so the concept of a bastard doesn't exist.
That sounds...liberating.
Why did you leave your homeland?
I was stolen away by slavers.
If I may, how did a slave girl come to advise Daenerys Targaryen?
She bought me from my master and set me free.
That was good of her. Of course, you're serving her now, aren't you?
I serve my Queen because I want to serve my Queen, because I believe in her.
So if you wanted to sail home to Naath tomorrow?
Then she would give me a ship and wish me good fortune.
I know it. All of us who came with her from Essos, we believe in her. She's not our Queen because she's the daughter of some King we never knew: she's the Queen we chose.
[to Jon] Will you forgive me if I switch sides?
DTDickon Tarly
Ser Jaime.
DTDickon Tarly
Dickon. [Bronn snickers]
I hear you fought bravely at Highgarden. Your first battle? [Dickon nods] And?
DTDickon Tarly
It was glorious.
Come on. Your father's not here.
DTDickon Tarly
All my life, we've been pledged to House Tyrell. I knew some of those men. I hunted with them.
They didn't deserve to die. But Lady Olenna chose to betray her Queen and support the Targaryen girl, so here we are.
DTDickon Tarly
I didn't expect it to smell like that.
Men shit themselves when they die. Didn't they teach you that at fancy-lad school? Well, I learnt it when I was five.
[Bronn stops and frowns in concentration]
[They all hear the sound of approaching cavalry in the distance]
Spears and shields! Spears and shields!
Spears and shields! Spears and shields!
Form up! Come on, lads! Guard those wagons! Form a line!
[A horde of screaming Dothraki warriors rides over the hill and charges towards them]
Get back to King's Landing.
I'm not abandoning my army!
You're the commander, not a damn infantryman! Those fuckers are about to swamp us!
[At that moment, they hear a roar and look up in shock as Drogon comes flying towards them with Daenerys on his back]
[Bronn drags Jaime out of the river after the Battle of the Goldroad]
The fuck were you doing back there?!
Ending the war. Killing her.
You saw the dragon, between you and her? And? Listen to me, cunt: till I get what I'm owed, a dragon doesn't get to kill you. You don't get to kill you! Only I get to kill you!
That was only one of them. She has two more. If she decides to use them, to really use them...
Don't you mean "we're" fucked?
No, I do not. Dragons are where our partnership ends. I'm not gonna be around when those things start spittin' fire on King's Landing!
Might as well jump back in that river.
[to Lannister and Tarly soldiers] I know what Cersei has told you: that I have come to destroy your cities, burn down your homes, murder you and orphan your children. That's Cersei Lannister, not me. I'm not here to murder, and all I want to destroy is the wheel that has rolled over everyone both rich and poor, to the benefit of no-one but the Cersei Lannisters of the world. I offer you a choice - bend the knee and join me. Together we will leave the world a better place than we found it. Or refuse...and die.
[Some kneel in submission. Drogon roars, and more men follow, leaving only a handful of others still standing.]
[Randyll approaches Daenerys]
My sister. She wasn't your queen until recently though, was she? When she murdered your rightful queen and destroyed House Tyrell for all time. So it appears your allegiances are somewhat flexible.
There are no easy choices in war. Say what you will about your sister, she was born in Westeros. She's lived here all her life. You, on the other hand...you murdered your own father, then chose to support a foreign invader, one with no ties to this land. With an army of savages at her back.
You will not trade your honor for your life. I respect that.
Perhaps he could take the black, Your Grace. Whatever else he is, he is a true soldier; he'll be invaluable at the Wall.
You cannot send me to the Wall. You are not my queen.
DTDickon Tarly
You will have to kill me too.
Step back and shut your mouth!
DTDickon Tarly
I'm Dickon Tarly, son of Randyll Tarly.
You are the future of your house! This war has already wiped one great house from the world. Don't let it happen again, bend the knee!
DTDickon Tarly
I will not.
Your Grace. Nothing scrubs bold notions from a man's head like a few weeks in a dark cell.
I meant what I said. I'm not here to put them in chains. If that becomes an option, many will take it. I gave them a choice, they made it.
Your Grace, you start beheading entire families...
I'm not beheading anyone.
[Tyrion follows her gaze to Drogon]
Lord Randyll Tarly. Dickon Tarly. I, Daenerys Targaryen, first of my name, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons, sentence you to die. Dracarys.
[Drogon incinerates them, leaving behind nothing but two small piles of smoldering armor and flesh. All the remaining prisoners kneel.]
[Tyrion and Varys talk over the battle's aftermath at Dragonstone]
All rulers demand people bend the knee; it's why they're rulers. She gave Tarly a choice. A man who had taken up arms against her. What else could she do?
Not burn him alive alongside his son?
I am her Hand, not her head. I can't make her decisions for her.
That's what I used to tell myself about her father. I found the traitors, but I wasn't the one burning them alive. I was only a purveyor of information. It's what I told myself when I watched them beg for mercy. "I'm not the one doing it". And the pitch of their screams rose higher..."I'm not the one doing it". When their hair caught fire and the smell of their burning flesh filled the throne room, "I'm not the one doing it".
Daenerys is not her father.
And she never will be...with the right counsel. You need to find a way to make her listen.
[Jaime has returned to King's Landing and confronts Cersei]
How many men did we lose?
We haven't done a full accounting.
It's not only armies that win wars. We have the Tyrell gold, we have the Iron Bank behind us; we can buy mercenaries. Not the same as our men, but they'll fight if they're well-paid, which they will be.
I just saw the Dothraki fight. They'll beat any mercenary army. They'll beat any army I've ever seen. Killing our men wasn't war for them, it was sport! Her dragon burnt a thousand wagons! Qyburn's scorpion fired bolts bigger than you, they couldn't stop it and she has three of them! This isn't a war we can win.
So what do we do? Sue for peace? I sit on her father's throne, the father you betrayed and murdered! And in her mind, she's winning! What sort of offer do you think she'd make? Maybe we can count on Tyrion to intercede on our behalf? By way of apology for murdering our father and son...
You saw the crossbow, you saw his body.
I'm not talking about Father. Tyrion didn't kill Joffrey, he had nothing to do with it.
After all this time, it still amazes me that you...
It was Olenna. She confessed before she died.
And was this before or after she drank the poison you so kindly provided for her?!
If you were Olenna, would you rather have seen your granddaughter married to Joffrey or Tommen? Which one would Margaery have been better able to control? Which one would have made Olenna the true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms? She was telling the truth. [Cersei's smug expression twists into one of fury as she realises Jaime is right]
I shouldn't have listened to you. She should have died screaming.
She's dead, like her son, like her grandchildren, her whole House. And if we don't find a way out of this war, we'll follow them.
So we fight and die or we submit and die; I know my choice. A soldier should know his.
I thought Arya was dead. I thought Bran was dead.
I'm happy for you. You don't look happy.
Bran saw the Night King and his army marching towards Eastwatch. If they make it past the Wall...
The Wall has kept them out for thousands of years, presumably.
You said you don't have enough men.
We'll fight with the men we have, unless you'll join us.
And give the country to Cersei? As soon as I march away, she marches in.
Perhaps not. Cersei thinks the army of the dead is nothing but a story, made up by wet nurses to frighten children. What if we prove her wrong?
I don't think she'll come see the dead at my invitation!
So bring the dead to her.
I thought that was what we were trying to avoid.
We don't have to bring the whole army; only one soldier.
The first wight I ever saw was brought back into Castle Black from beyond the Wall.
Bring one of these things down to King's Landing and show her the truth.
Anything you bring back will be useless unless Cersei grants us an audience and is somehow convinced not to murder us the moment we set foot in the capital!
The only person she listens to is Jaime. He might listen to me.
And how would you get into King's Landing? [everyone looks at Davos]
I can smuggle you in, but if the Gold Cloaks were to recognise you, I'm warning you, I'm not a fighter.
Well, it'll all be for nothing if we don't have one of these dead men.
Fair point. How do you propose to find one?
With the Queen's permission, I'll go north and take one. [Daenerys looks round at him] You asked me to find a cure so I could serve you. Allow me to serve you.
The Free Folk'll help us. They know the real north better than anyone.
They won't follow Ser Jorah.
You can't lead a raid beyond the Wall! You're not in the Night's Watch anymore; you're King in the North!
I'm the only one here who's fought them. I'm the only one here who knows them.
I haven't given you permission to leave.
With respect, Your Grace, I don't need your permission: I am a King! Now I came here, knowing that you could have your men behead me or your dragons burn me alive. I put my trust in you, a stranger, because I knew it was the best chance for my people—for all our people. Now I'm asking you to trust in a stranger, because it's our best chance.
Beautiful, eh? I can breathe again. Down south, the air smells like pig shit.
You've never been down south.
[Tormund scoffs]
How d'you live up here? How d'you keep your balls from freezing off?
Got to keep moving, that's the secret. Walking's good, fighting's better, fucking's best.
There's not a living woman within a hundred miles of here.
[smirks] We have to make do with what we've got. [Gendry walks away] This one's maybe not so smart.
Davos says he's a strong fighter.
Good. That's more important than being smart. Smart people don't come up here, looking for the dead. So, you met this Dragon Queen, huh? And?
And she'll only fight beside us if I bend the knee.
You spent too much time with the Free Folk; now, you don't like kneeling. Mance Rayder was a great man, a proud man. The King-Beyond-the-Wall, who never bent the knee. How many of his people died for his pride?
Did you trip into the fire when you were a baby?
I didn't trip, I was pushed.
And ever since, you've been mean.
I don't think you're truly mean. You have sad eyes.
You want to suck my dick, is that it?
Nope, it's pussy for me. I have a beauty waiting for me back in Winterfell. If I ever get back there. Yellow hair, blue eyes, the tallest woman you've ever seen. Almost as tall as you.
You're with Brienne of fucking Tarth?
Well, not with her yet. But I see the way she looks at me.
How does she look at you? Like she wants to carve you up and eat your liver?
I want to make babies with her. Think of them - great big monsters. They'd conquer the world.
How did a mad fucker like you live this long?
I'm good at killing people.
[Sansa finds the faces of some of the Freys Arya killed]
Not what you're looking for?
I have hundreds of men here at Winterfell, all loyal to me.
In Braavos. While I was training to be a Faceless Man.
Back in Braavos, before I got my first face, there was a game I used to play. The Game of Faces. It's simple: I ask you a question about yourself, and you try to make lies sound like the truth. If you fool me, you win. If I catch a lie, you lose. Let's play.
How do you feel about Jon being King? Is there someone else you think should rule the North instead of him?
Those faces, what are they?
You want to do the asking? Are you sure? The Game of Faces didn't turn out so well for the last person who asked me questions.
We both wanted to be other people when we were younger. You wanted to be a Queen, to sit next to a handsome Prince on the Iron Throne. I wanted to be a knight: to pick up a sword, like Father, and go off to battle. Neither of us got to be the other person, did we? The world doesn't just let girls decide what they're going to be. But I can, now. With the Faces, I can choose... I can become someone else. Speak in their voice, live in their skin. I could even become you.
[She picks up the Valyrian-steel dagger from the table and walks towards a shocked Sansa]
I wonder what it would feel like? To wear those pretty dresses. To be the Lady of Winterfell. All I'd need, to find out... is your face.
[She suddenly reverses the dagger and hands it to Sansa, then leaves]
[Thoros of Myr has frozen to death overnight]
[Thoros doesn't respond, and Beric sadly places a cloak over Thoros's face]
They say it's one of the better ways to go.
[Takes Thoros's flask and drinks]
Lord of Light, show us the Way. Come to us in our darkness, and lead your servant into the light.
We have to burn his body.
[Grabs the flask from Sandor and pours the liquor over the body]
We'll all be close behind him, unless the Lord of Light is kind enough to send us a bit of fire.
[Beric ignites his sword, then burns Thoros's body]
Lord of Light, come to us in our darkness. For the night is dark, and full of terrors.
[to Jon] We'll all freeze, soon. When you killed the White Walker... almost all the dead that followed it fell. Why?
Maybe he was the one who turned them.
We can go for the Walkers; maybe we'll stand a chance.
No. [Indicating their captured wight] We need to take that thing back with us. There's a raven flying for Dragonstone now. Daenerys is our only chance.
No. There's another. [points his sword at the Night King] Kill him. He turned them all.
The Lord brought you back, and he brought me back. No one else, just us. Did he do it to watch us freeze to death?
Careful, Beric. You lost your priest. This is your last life.
I've been waiting for the end for a long time. Maybe the Lord brought me here to find it.
Every lord I've ever met's been a cunt. Don't see why the Lord of Light should be any different.
[Jon faces Daenerys for the first time since the loss of her dragon Viserion.]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it back. I wish we'd never gone.
I don't. If we hadn't gone, I wouldn't have seen. You have to see it to know. Now I know. [tearful] The dragons are my children. They're the only children I'll ever have, do you understand? We are going to destroy the Night King and his army...and we'll do it together. You have my word.
Dany? [chuckles] Who was the last person who called me that? I'm not sure. Was it my brother? Not the company you want to keep.
Alright, not Dany. How about "My Queen"? I'd, uh, bend the knee, but-
What about those who swore allegiance to you?
They'll all come to see you for what you are.
[Daenerys squeezes his hand for a few moments, then lets go]
We are a group of people who do not like each other, as this demonstration has shown. We have suffered at each other's hands. We've lost people we love at each other's hands. If all we wanted was more of the same, there would be no need for this gathering. We are entirely capable of waging war with each other without meeting face to face.
So instead we should settle our differences and live together in harmony for the rest of our days?
We all know that will never happen.
This isn't about living in harmony; it's just about living. The same thing is coming for all of us; a general you can't negotiate with, an army that doesn't leave corpses behind on the battlefield. Lord Tyrion tells me a million people live in this city...they're about to become a million more soldiers in the army of the dead.
I imagine for most of them, that would be an improvement.
This is serious! I wouldn't be here if it weren't.
I don't think it's serious at all. I think it's another bad joke. If my brother Jaime has informed me correctly, you're asking for a truce?
"That's all?" Pull back my armies and stand down while you go on your monster hunt? Or while you solidify and expand your position? Hard to know which it is with my armies pulled back until you return and march on my capital with four times the men!
Your capital will be safe until the Northern threat is dealt with. You have my word.
The word of a would-be usurper!
There is no conversation that will erase the last fifty years. We have something to show you.
[A wight is released from a crate and it charges forward. Sandor Clegane pulls it back before it can reach Cersei, and when it turns to attack him, he severs its legs and one of its arms. Jon sets the arm alight]
We can destroy them by burning them, and we can destroy them with dragonglass. [Jon draws a dragonglass dagger and stabs the wight in the heart, killing it] If we don't win this fight, then that is the fate of every person in the world! There is only one war that matters. The Great War...and it is here!
[inspecting the dead wight] Can they swim?
Good. I'm taking the Iron Fleet back to the Iron Islands.
What are you talking about?
I've been around the world. I've seen everything, things you couldn't imagine, and this... this is the only thing I've ever seen that terrifies me. [steps towards Daenerys] I'm going back to my island. You should go back to yours. When winter's over, we'll be the only ones left alive. [leaves]
He's right to be afraid. And a coward to run. If those things come for us, there will be no kingdoms to rule. Everything we suffered will have been for nothing. Everything we lost will have been for nothing. The crown accepts your truce. Until the dead are defeated, they are the true enemy.
[Jon and Davos sigh, visibly relieved]
In return, the King in the North will extend this truce. He will remain in the North, where he belongs. He will not take up arms against the Lannisters, he will not choose sides.
Just the King in the North? Not me?
[chuckles] I would never ask it of you. You would never agree to it, and if you did, I would trust you even less than I do now. I ask it only of Ned Stark's son. I know Ned Stark's son will be true to his word.
[A moment of silence, as Jon looks between Davos and Daenerys, then back to Cersei]
I am true to my word... or I try to be. That is why I cannot give you what you ask. I cannot serve two queens. And I have already pledged myself to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.
[Daenerys, Davos and Tyrion look dismayed]
Then there is nothing left to discuss. [stands] The dead will come north first, enjoy dealing with them. We will deal with whatever is left of you. [leaves with Jaime, Qyburn and her Queensguard]
It's been good to see you. I imagine the next time will be across a battlefield.
We both saw what just happened. We both saw that... thing!
Yes, and I'm not looking forward to seeing more of them. But I'm loyal to the queen, and you're loyal to Sansa and her dolt brother.
[hits him on the arm] Oh, fuck loyalty!
[incredulous] "Fuck loyalty"?
This goes beyond houses and honour and oaths! Talk to the queen.
[Jaime turns to Cersei, who looks unmoved and leaves]
[He follows her out, leaving Brienne speechless]
