I'm getting married to your aunt, Lysa. She's waiting for us at the Eyrie. You'll be safe there.
[smiles] Did I kill Joffrey? I've been in the Vale, for weeks.
[gives her a mocking smile] And who helped me with this conspiracy?
Well, there was Ser Dontos...You used him to get me out of King's Landing, but you would never trust him to kill the King.
Because you're too smart to trust a drunk.
Then, perhaps it was your husband.
You're right. He wasn't involved in Joffrey's death. But you were. [Sansa stares at him] Do you remember that lovely necklace Dontos gave you? I don't suppose you noticed that a stone was missing, after the feast...
The poison. [he smiles] I don't understand! The Lannisters gave you wealth, power. Joffrey made you the Lord of Harrenhal!
[shrugs] A man with no motive is a man no one suspects. Always keep your foes confused. If they don't know who you are, or what you want they can't know what you plan to do next.
I don't believe you. If they catch you, they'll put your head on a spike, just like my father's. You'd risk that, just to confuse them?
So many men, they risk so little. They spend their lives avoiding danger. And then they die. I'd risk everything to get what I want.
Everything. My friendship with the Lannisters was productive... but Joffrey? A vicious boy with a crown on his head. He's not a reliable ally. Who could trust a friend like that?
I don't want friends like me. My new friends are predictable, very reasonable people. As for what happened to Joffrey, well... that was something my new friends wanted, very badly. Nothing like a thoughtful gift to make a new friendship grow strong.
I can't believe you're going. Leaving me with these people!
The time has come, my dear. There's nothing more tedious than a trial... except perhaps these gardens. If I have to take one more leisurely stroll through the gardens, I'll fling myself from the cliffs. Have you been to see Tommen yet?
No. Have they even agreed to the match? No one tells me anything.
I wasn't originally engaged to marry your grandfather Luthor, you know. He was engaged to marry my sister, your great-aunt Viola. I was engaged to marry some Targaryen or other. Marrying a Targaryen was all the rage, back then. But the moment I saw my intended with his twitchy little ferret's face and ludicrous silver hair, I knew he wouldn't do. So, the evening before Luthor was to propose to my sister, I got lost on my way back from my embroidery lesson and happened upon his chambers. How absent-minded of me.
The following morning, Luthor never made it down the stairs to propose to my sister, because the boy couldn't bloody walk. [Margaery laughs] And once he could, the only thing he wanted was what I'd given him the night before. I was good. I was very, very good. You are even better, but you need to act quickly. Cersei may be vicious, but she's not stupid. She'll turn the boy against you as soon as she can. And by the time you're married, it'll be too late. Luckily for you, the Queen Regent is rather distracted at the moment, mourning her dear departed boy. Accusing her brother of his murder, which he didn't commit.
Well, he could have done.
Oh, he could have done, but he didn't.
You don't know, Grandmother.
[gives her a direct look] But I do know. [Margaery stares at her in shock] You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?
What? I don't understand...
Shhhh. Don't you worry yourself about all that. You just do what needs to be done.
[reading from "The History of the Kingsguard"] "Ser Jaime Lannister. Knighted and named to the Kingsguard in his sixteenth year. At the Sack of King's Landing, murdered his King, Aerys the Second. Pardoned by Robert Baratheon; thereafter known as Ser Kingslayer."
It's the duty of the Lord Commander to fill those pages. And there's still room left on mine. [he hefts a sword, balancing it awkwardly on his maimed arm, and hands it to Brienne, who examines it carefully]
Valyrian steel. [Jaime nods]
It's reforged from Ned Stark's sword. We'll use it to defend Ned Stark's daughter. We swore an oath to return the Stark girls to their mother. Lady Stark's dead. Arya's probably dead, too, but there's still a chance to find Sansa, and get her somewhere safe. [pause] I've got something else for you. [pulls a curtain off a specially made suit of armor] I hope I got your measurements right.
I'll find her. For Lady Catelyn. And for you.
[they both watch her son Tommen] There he is.
He sits the Throne like he was born to it.
Yes. He wasn't, though, was he?
You still mourn for Joffrey?
He was my husband, my King.
He would have been your nightmare.
You knew exactly what he was. I did, too. You never love anything in the world the way you love your first child. It doesn't matter what they do. And what he did, it shocked me. Do you think I'm easily shocked?
The things he did shocked me. [they look towards Tommen] He's only a boy. A good boy, a decent boy, he always has been. Who was the last decent king, I wonder? He could be the first man to sit on that throne in fifty years to actually deserve it.
It would be some consolation, wouldn't it? For all the horror that put him there.
He will need help if he's going to rule well.
A mother is not enough. You're still interested in being Queen, I take it?
After all that's happened? It sounds strange, I know, but I haven't given any thought to it. What comes next. It would be a great honor, of course. But I will have to speak to my father about it.
Yes, speak to your father. I'll speak to mine.
We may be faced with an alarming number of weddings soon. I won't even know what to call you. Sister, or Mother?
Joffrey Baratheon is dead. Murdered at his own wedding.
And we've taken the Meereenese Navy, Your Grace.
DNDaario Naharis
The Second Sons took the Meereenese Navy.
Who told you to take their Navy?
DNDaario Naharis
I heard you like ships.
Ninety-three, Your Grace.
How many men can they carry?
Ninety-three hundred, not counting sailors.
Would that be enough to take King's Landing?
The Lannisters have more.
They've been fighting Joffrey's mad wars for years. They're tired, dispersed, and now their King is dead. 8,000 Unsullied and 2,000 Second Sons sail into Blackwater Bay, storm the gates without warning...
JMJorah Mormount
It's hard to say. Could be enough... but we're not fighting to make you Queen of King's Landing. Ten thousand men cannot conquer Westeros.
The old Houses will flock to our Queen when she crosses the Narrow Sea.
JMJorah Mormount
The old Houses will flock to whichever side they think will win, as they always have. There's other news, from Yunkai. Without the Unsullied to enforce your rule, the Wise Masters have re-taken control of the city. They've re-enslaved what freed men have stayed behind and sworn to take revenge against you. And in Astapor, the council you installed to rule over the city has been overthrown by a butcher named Cleon, who's declared himself 'His Imperial Majesty'.
Please leave me. Not you, Jorah. It appears my liberation of Slaver's Bay isn't going quite as planned.
You could sail for Westeros and leave it all behind. A boy sits on the Iron Throne, a boy whom many believe to be a bastard with no right to it. They have never been more vulnerable.
You counseled me against rashness in Qarth. I didn't listen, but all worked out well. How can I rule seven Kingdoms if I can't control Slaver's Bay? Why should anyone trust me? Why should anyone follow me?
You're a Targaryen. You're the Mother of Dragons.
I need to be more than that. I will not let those I have freed slide back into chains. I will not sail for Westeros.
I will do what Queens do. I will rule.
Arranging for the ascension of King Tommen I, extricating Sansa, getting her here alive.
She's here. We've spent more than enough time on her for one evening. Let's get married tonight.
Ought we not inform the Lords of the Vale about the ceremony?
There's only one Lord of the Vale. The others can all hang. Lurking and simpering on the stairs like buzzards the moment my husband died, trying to get their claws in me.
I do think that we could wait until...
I'm done waiting, Petyr. We had our wedding night many years ago. Or don't you remember?
What wife would do for you the things I've done for you? What wife would trust you the way I've trusted you? When you gave me those drops and told me to pour them into Jon's wine, my husband's wine. When you told me to write a letter to Cat telling her it was the Lannisters.
[Petyr interrupts Lysa by kissing her]
The deed is done. Faded into nothing. Only speaking of it can make it real. Tonight it is, then. Let me bathe and dress for the occasion. Once I'm presentable, I'll call on the septon immediately.
[Lysa opens the doors, revealing a septon]
I'm warning you. I'm going to scream when my husband makes love to me. I'm going to scream so loud, they'll hear me clear across the Narrow Sea.
Joffrey...Cersei...Walder Frey...Meryn Trant...Tywin Lannister...The Red Woman...Beric Dondarrion...Thoros of Myr...Illyn Payne...The Mountain...
I can't sleep until I say the names.
The names of every fucking person in Westeros?
Only the ones I'm going to kill.
Huh. Hate's as good a thing as any to keep a man going, better than most. [pause] We come across my brother, maybe we can both cross a name off a list.
If he were here right now, what would you do?
I'd tell him to shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep. Go on, get it over with, your list of doomed men.
I'm almost done. Only one name left.
[on Arya's 'water-dancing'] Who taught you that shite?
The greatest swordsman who ever lived. Syrio Forel, the First Sword to the Sealord of Braavos.
Braavos. Greasy-haired little bastard women, they all are.
What do you know about anything?
I bet his hair's greasier than Joffrey's cunt.
Meryn Trant! That's why Ser Meryn's on my-
[in disbelief] Meryn Trant? 'The greatest swordsman who ever lived' killed by Meryn fucking Trant?
Any boy-whore with a sword could beat three Meryn Trants.
Syrio didn't have a sword! Or armour! Just a stick!
[laughing] The greatest swordsman who ever lived didn't have a sword? All right. You have a sword. Let's see what he taught you. Go on, do it for your Braavosi friend. Dead like all the rest of your friends.
[Arya attempts to stab him in the stomach, but Needle fails to penetrate Clegane's armour; he backhands her to the ground and picks up Needle]
Your friend's dead and Meryn Trant's not, because Trant had armour and a big fucking sword. [hands Needle back to her and walks away]
[Bran sees Jon fighting the mutineers]
BSBrandon Stark
Jon. Jon!
JRJojen Reed
If he sees you, he won't let you go north.
BSBrandon Stark
He's my brother.
JRJojen Reed
And wants to protect you. He'll take you back to Castle Black. You have to decide. Do you want to find the three-eyed raven?
[Bran keeps looking at Jon, who doesn't see him]
BSBrandon Stark
We need to free Summer. And we need to go.
[stares at Locke's horribly broken neck] What in Seven Hells could do that to a man?
I count ten dead mutineers. Locke said there were eleven of them.
WWatchman
Here's another!
[glances up and sees Ghost appear at the gate] Jon?
[smiles] Where in Seven Hells?! Come here! I've missed you, boy.
[indicates Craster's surviving daughter-wives] What should we do with this lot?
It's not safe for you out here on your own. Mance Rayder has an army heading this way, and there's worse out there than Mance. Come with us to Castle Black. We can find you work, keep you safe.
CSCraster's first wife
Meaning all respect, Ser Crow. Craster beat us, and worse. Your brother Crows beat us, and worse. We'll find our own way.
You want to stay here? In Craster's Keep?
CSCraster's first wife
[looks up at the hall and spits] Burn it to the ground and all the dead with it.
TNTycho Nestoris
Welcome to the Iron Bank. Please...sit. What can we do for you, Lord Stannis?
This is Stannis of the House Baratheon, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm!
TNTycho Nestoris
The Iron Throne is currently occupied by Tommen of the House Baratheon, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
He shares no blood with me. He was a bastard born of incest, as was his brother before him.
TNTycho Nestoris
Yes, we've heard this story.
It's not a story! It's the truth!
TNTycho Nestoris
The King's grandfather tells a different story: a story about a jealous uncle, whose attempts to usurp the throne from the rightful King cost the Seven Kingdoms dearly, in blood...and gold.
TNTycho Nestoris
And you feel your blood gives you a claim on our gold?
More than any man living.
TNTycho Nestoris
Across the Narrow Sea, your books are filled with words like "Usurper", "Madman" and "blood right". Here, our books are filled with numbers. We prefer the stories they tell, more plain, less... open to interpretation. How many fighting men remain loyal to you?
TNTycho Nestoris
And how many ships do you have? The ones still afloat, Ser Davos, not at the bottom of Blackwater Bay.
TNTycho Nestoris
And, how much wheat and barley and beef and pork do you produce on Dragonstone to feed your... four thousand men, on your thirty-two ships?
TNTycho Nestoris
You can see why these numbers seem unlikely to add up to a happy ending, from our perspective. I'm afraid we must...respectfully decline your request. But we thank you for paying us the honor of your visit. (Stannis glares at Davos; they stand up. Stannis moves away, but Davos steps towards the table)
TNTycho Nestoris
I'm not a lord, Ser Davos Seaworth. You would not be either here. In Braavos, thieves are not rewarded with titles.
Well, strictly speaking, I didn't do the thieving. That would be the pirates. I just moved what they stole from one place to another. [shows his mutilated hand] This is the payment that was demanded by King Stannis for my crimes. I consider it an honest accounting. He's an honest man and he's your best chance to get back the money you've sunk into Westeros. Which is a lot, I imagine. Wars are expensive.
TNTycho Nestoris
The war is over.
As long as Stannis lives, the war is not over. Who's the real power in King's Landing?
TNTycho Nestoris
Ser Davos.
TNTycho Nestoris
Tywin Lannister.
How old is Tywin Lannister?
67. And when he dies, who's in command? A half-grown boy, the product of incest? Cersei Lannister, a queen whose people despise her? Jaime Lannister, a man best known for killing the king he was sworn to protect? When Tywin's gone, who do you back?
TNTycho Nestoris
That is a problem for another time.
Begging your pardon, I think it's a problem for now. There's only one reliable leader left in Westeros. Stannis. He's got the birthright. He's in his prime. He's a tried and tested battle commander. And he doesn't just talk about paying people back, he does it.
BGBolton guard
[about Theon/Reek] Last cage on the right!
Thank you. [she slits his throat with her hatchet] We're going home.
No! [backs away from her as she opens the door]
It's all right! It's me,Yara.
You can't trick me! Tell him! Tell him you couldn't trick me!
I'm not tricking you, Theon! I'm saving you.
Not Theon! Reek! Reek! My name's Reek!
BGBolton guards
They're here!
GBGreyjoy bannerman
If they catch us in here, we're trapped!
[crying hysterically] No, you can't! You can't!
No! I've never been him! Please- I'm Reek, good Reek, I've always been Reek!
[entering the kennels] This is turning into a lovely evening.
[The Bolton and Greyjoy forces attack each other]
Aaargh! Theon! Give me my brother back, and no more of your men will die.
You've got bigger balls than he ever did. But, with those... big balls of yours... [grins as he unlocks the hounds' cages] How fast can you run?
These meetings aren't always going to be this early, are they? I was up late last night. So, does this mean I am a master of something now? Coins, ships?
MTMace Tyrell
Lord Tywin and I already determined that I shall be the Master of Ships long before you...
[Tywin enters and everybody but Oberyn stands up]
MTMace Tyrell
Lord Tywin, it's a great honor to have been granted a seat on this council. I...
The trial begins this afternoon. We only have the morning for affairs of state. Shall we begin?
Sandor Clegane has been spotted in the Riverlands, my lord.
My birds tell me the Hound slaughtered five of our soldiers. I believe the phrase "Fuck the King" was uttered.
What would it take to make the common soldier stupid enough to try his luck with the Hound?
10 Silver stags seems a generous bounty.
More whispers from the east, my lord.
Daenerys has taken up residence in Meereen. She has conquered the city and rules as its queen.
She commands an army of Unsullied, my queen. Some 8,000 strong. She has a company of sellswords, the Second Sons. She has two knights advising her. Jorah Mormont and Barristan Selmy. And she has three dragons.
Larger every year, Your Grace.
Mormont is spying on her for us.
No longer. He appears to be fully devoted to her. As for Ser Barristan, it would seem he took his dismissal from the Kingsguard a bit harder than anticipated.
He's an old man. He wasn't fit to protect my son.
Joffrey didn't die on his watch. Dismissing him was as insulting as it was stupid.
Don't tell me you're worried about a child, halfway across the world.
A child with two seasoned warriors counseling her... and a powerful army at her back, Your Grace.
Lord Varys is right. I have been to Essos and seen the Unsullied firsthand. They are very impressive on the battlefield. Less so in the bedroom.
Dragons haven't won a war in 300 years. Armies win them all the time. She must be dealt with.
Eventually, if it comes to that. Can your little birds find their way into Mereen?
Most certainly, my Lord Hand.
You'd condemn your own son to death?
I've condemned no one. The trial is not over.
This isn't a trial, it's a farce! Cersei has manipulated everything and you know it!
I know nothing of the sort.
You've always hated Tyrion!
As did I! Do you know the last order the Mad King gave me? To bring him your head! [Tywin looks surprised] I saved your life so you could murder my brother?
It won't be murder, it will be justice.
I'm performing my sworn duty as Hand of the King. If Tyrion is found guilty, he will be punished accordingly.
No, he'll be punished accordingly!
Once, you said family is what lives on. All that lives on. You told me about a dynasty that would last 1000 years. What happens to your dynasty when Tyrion dies? I'm a Kingsguard, forbidden by oath to carry on the family line.
I'm well aware of your oath.
What happens to your name? Who carries the lion banner into future battles? Your nephews? Lancel Lannister? Others whose names I don't even remember?
What happens to my dynasty if I spare the life of my grandson's killer?
It survives...through me. [Tywin looks shocked] I'll leave the Kingsguard, I'll take my place as your son and heir if you let Tyrion live.
Done. [Jaime is stunned] When the testimony is concluded and the guilty verdict rendered, Tyrion will be given the chance to speak. He'll plead for mercy, I'll allow him to join the Night's Watch. In three days times, he'll depart for Castle Black and live out his days at the Wall. You'll remove your white cloak immediately. You will leave King's Landing to assume your rightful place at Casterly Rock. You will marry a suitable woman, and father children named "Lannister". And you'll never turn your back on your family again.
[after Shae testifies against him] Father... I wish to confess. I wish to confess.
[to the audience of the trial] I saved you. I saved this city, and all your worthless lives! I should have let Stannis kill you all!
Tyrion! Do you wish to confess?
Yes... Father. I'm guilty. Guilty! Is that what you want to hear?
You admit you've poisoned the King?
No. Of that, I'm innocent. I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I'm guilty of being a dwarf!
[exasperated] You are not on trial for being a dwarf.
Oh, yes I am! I've been on trial for that my entire life!
Have you nothing to say on your defense?
Nothing but this: I did not do it. [addressing Cersei] I did NOT kill Joffrey, BUT I WISH THAT I HAD! Watching your vicious bastard die gave me more relief than a thousand lying whores! [Tyrion glares at Cersei and Shae, then turns to the crowd] I wish I was the monster you think I am! I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you! I would gladly give my life to WATCH YOU ALL SWALLOW IT!
[The entire crowd roars with outrage]
Ser Meryn! Ser Meryn, escort the prisoner back to his cell!
I will NOT give my life for Joffrey's murder, and I know I'll get no justice here, so I will let the gods decide my fate! I demand a trial by combat.
