[Jaime is escorted into the palace of Sunspear by Areo Hotah; Doran, Myrcella, Ellaria and Trystane are already there, drinking Dornish wine]
DMDoran Martell
Forgive us, we started without you. Please sit.
MBMyrcella Baratheon
Uncle.
MBMyrcella Baratheon
You don't like it?
MBMyrcella Baratheon
Not at all. The Dornish climate agrees with me.
Prince Trystane. How's your jaw?
TMTrystane Martell
A flea-bite.
What are you doing in Dorne?
Looking after the safety of my niece, the Princess Myrcella.
DMDoran Martell
And rather than send a raven or speak to me directly, you decided to enter my country in secret and abduct our guest by force.
We received a threatening message. The Princess's necklace, in the jaws of a viper.
MBMyrcella Baratheon
That necklace was stolen from my room.
Ah, excellent. A last meal, before the beheading?
DMDoran Martell
Oh, I can't behead you. Many in Dorne want war but I've seen war. I've seen the bodies piled on the battlefields. I've seen the orphans starving in the cities. I don't want to lead my people into that Hell.
No, you want to break bread with the Lannisters.
DMDoran Martell
And that is precisely what we're doing. Let us drink to Tommen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms! King Tommen insists on his sister's return to the Capital.
DMDoran Martell
I cannot disobey my King's command. She will return with you, to King's Landing and my son, Prince Trystane, will accompany you both. If the alliance between Dorne and the Iron Throne is to continue, their engagement must stand.
DMDoran Martell
One more thing. My brother was named to the Small Council before his... death. Your father understood the importance of keeping Dorne in the fold. With Oberyn gone, Trystane will take his place on the Small Council.
The word of a Kingslayer! [to Doran] No wonder you can't stand; you have no spine!
DMDoran Martell
You are mother of four of my nieces, girls I love very much. For their sake, I hope you live a long and happy life. Speak to me that way again, and you won't. [releases her, Ellaria storms off]
[as Jaime writes a letter] You write like a seven-year-old.
My maester kindly agreed to copy it over for me.
He didn't try to make you pay? [Jaime shakes his head] Maybe he's changed. The Queen will be thrilled to know you're bringing her daughter home.
You love her very much, don't you?.
Of course! She's my niece.
I wasn't talking about her. You think I disapprove? Why? Because people disapprove of that sort of thing where you are from? They disapproved of Oberyn and me, where you are from. Here no one blinked an eye. A hundred years ago, no one would have blinked an eye at you if you'd been named Targaryen. It's always changing, who we're supposed to love and who we're not. The only thing that stays the same is that we want who we want. I know your daughter had no part in the terrible thing that happened, to the man I loved. Perhaps, even you are innocent of that.
HZHizdahr zo Loraq
[about the fighting pits] You don't approve?
There's always been more than enough death in the world for my taste. I can do without it in my leisure time.
HZHizdahr zo Loraq
Fair enough. Yet it's an unpleasant question, but what great thing has ever been accomplished without killing or cruelty?
It's easy to confuse what is with what ought to be, especially when what is has worked out in your favor.
HZHizdahr zo Loraq
I'm not talking about myself. I'm talking about the necessary conditions for greatness.
[gesturing to a slain fighter] That is greatness?
HZHizdahr zo Loraq
That is a vital part of the great city of Meereen, which existed long before you or I and will remain standing long after we have returned to the dirt.
My father would have liked you.
One day your great city will return to the dirt as well.
HZHizdahr zo Loraq
At your command?
HZHizdahr zo Loraq
And how many people will die to make this happen?
If it comes to that, they will have died for a good reason.
HZHizdahr zo Loraq
[indicates the fighters in the pit] Those men think they're dying for a good reason.
HZHizdahr zo Loraq
So your reasons are true and theirs are false? They don't know their own minds but you do?
Well said. You're an eloquent man. Doesn't mean you're wrong. In my experience, eloquent men are right every bit as often as imbeciles.
[Stannis, wounded in the Battle of Winterfell, collapses against a tree in the forests outside Winterfell. Looking up, he sees Brienne standing over him.]
Bolton has women fighting for him?
I don't fight for the Boltons. I'm Brienne of Tarth. I was Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon. I was there when he was murdered by a shadow with your face. You murdered him with blood magic?
[Steps forth and unsheathes Oathkeeper] In the name of Renly of House Baratheon, First of His Name, rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Brienne of Tarth, sentence you to die. Do you have any last words?
Go on, do your duty. [after a pause, Brienne raises Oathkeeper and swings]
MMyranda
My lady. I've come to escort you back to your chamber.
I know what Ramsay is. I know what he'll do to me. If I'm going to die, let it happen while there's still some of me left.
MMyranda
Die? Who said anything about dying? You can't die. Your father was Warden of the North. Ramsay needs you. Though I suppose he doesn't need all of you. Just the parts he'll use to make his heir, until you've given him a boy or two and he's finished using them. Then he's got incredible plans for those parts. So, shall we wait for him to come back or should we begin now? You're leaving it to me? Good. Let's begin.
[Theon grabs Myranda by the waist as she fires her first arrow, making her miss Sansa.]
MMyranda
Reek, stop! Stop!
[He pushes her off the catwalk, killing her. Theon and Sansa stare down at her body and then turn at the sound of a horn.]
[Theon takes Sansa's hand and leads her to the nearest balcony. Together they jump into a deep snowdrift]
[As Arya returns the face she stole from the Hall of Faces, she is confronted by Jaqen and the Waif.]
A girl has taken a life. The wrong life.
WThe Waif
I was right about her.
WThe Waif
You're not ready. Not at all.
That man's life was not yours to take. A girl stole from the Many-Faced God. Now a debt is owed. [holds up a vial of poison from the Pool and removes the cork; horrified, Arya struggles as the Waif forces her closer] Only death can pay for life.
[Jaqen lifts the vial and drinks it himself. The Waif releases Arya, who stares up at Jaqen in horror as he collapses to the ground.]
No! No! No, you... don't die! Don't die!
WThe Waif
Why are you crying?
WThe Waif
No, he wasn't. Didn't you listen to him? [her voice changes to that of Jaqen] He was no one. [Arya spins around in shock to discover Jaqen, who had been using the Waif's face]
But if you're... who's this?
No one at all. Just as a girl should have been before she took a face from the Hall. The faces are for no one. You are still someone. And to someone, the faces are as good as poison.
[Arya removes several faces from the dead man, eventually discovering her own face. Her vision starts to blur.]
I can't see. What's happening? What's happening?!
I have sinned. I see that now. How could I have been so blind for so long? I want to be clean again. I want absolution. The Crone came to me with her lamp raised high and by its holy light...
Do you wish to make a confession?
Once I've confessed, will I be free?
Your Grace will be dealt with according to her sins.
The Mother have mercy then. I lay with a man outside the bonds of marriage. I confess.
Your cousin? And the King's squire?
A husband off whoring every chance he...
His sins do not pardon your own.
Speaking falsehoods before the Gods is a great crime. You understand this?
There are those that say your children were not fathered by King Robert. That they are bastards born of incest and adultery.
A lie. A lie from the lips of Stannis Baratheon. He wants the throne but his brother's children stand in his way, so he claims they are not his brother's. How filth! There is not one shred of truth to it. I deny it.
Good. But these are terrible charges, and the Realm must know the truth of them. If your Grace has given honest testimony, your trial will prove your innocence.
To a single sin. Others you have denied. Your trial will separate the truths from the falsehoods.
I bowed to the wisdom of your High Holiness. But if I might beg for just one drop of the Mother's Mercy. I haven't seen my son...I don't know how long it's been. I need to see him please.
You have taken the first step on the path back to righteousness. In light of this, I will permit you to return to the Red Keep.
[Tearfully] Thank you. Thank you.
The Mother is merciful. It is her you should thank.
I will, I will. I swear it day or night.
[Cersei, having made her walk of penance through King's Landing naked and covered in filth thrown at her, finally reaches the Red Keep.]
Your Grace. [He hugs her shoulders as she leans against him, still sobbing; Pycelle looks disgusted.] It's good to have you back. Come, we'll take you inside. I need to have a look at those feet. [heavy footsteps are heard] May I have the honor of presenting the newest member of the Kingsguard? [The Mountain picks Cersei up and carries her into the castle with Qyburn walking them.] If it please Your Grace, he has taken a Holy vow of silence. He has sworn that he will not speak, until all His Graces' enemies are dead, and evil has been driven from the Realm.
OOlly
Lord Commander. It's one of the Wildlings you brought back. Says he knows your Uncle Benjen. Says he's still alive.
Are you sure he's talking about Benjen?
OOlly
Said he was First Ranger. Said he knows where to find him.
[Jon rushes outside where Alliser Thorne is waiting.]
Man says he saw your uncle at Hardhome at the last full moon.
Could be. There are ways to find out.
[Jon walks over to where a group of Watch men are gathered, only to find a sign with "TRAITOR" written on it. He turns around to find his brothers staring him down. Alliser makes the first move and stabs him.]
[Next Othell Yarwyck stabs Jon.]
OYOthell Yarwyck
For the Watch.
[Then Bowen Marsh stabs Jon.]
BMBowen Marsh
For the Watch.
[A fourth mutineer stabs Jon.]
FMFourth Mutineer
For the Watch.
[A fifth mutineer stabs Jon.]
FMFifth mutineer
For the Watch.
[Jon falls to his knees. Lastly, Olly approaches with tears in his eyes.]
[After a moment of pause, Olly delivers the final blow to the heart.]
[Jon stares at Olly one last time and falls back to the ground. Olly and the Watch men turn and leave him to die in the cold.]
[The rangers shout and argue amongst each other]
[pounds table] You all know why you're here. Jon Snow is dead.
I did. And Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck, and the other officers in this castle.
[The rangers shout and argue amongst each other again]
[pounds table again] Alright! We've committed treason, all of us! Jon Snow was my Lord Commander. I had no love for him, that was no secret. But I never once disobeyed an order. Loyalty is the foundation on which the Night's Watch is built and the Watch means everything to me. I have given my life - we've all given our lives - to the Night's Watch. Jon Snow was going to destroy the Night's Watch. He led the wildlings through our gates as no Lord Commander has ever done before. He gave them the very lands on which they reaved and raped and murdered. Lord Commander Snow did what he thought was right, I've no doubt about that. And what he thought was right would have been the end of us. He thrust a terrible choice upon us...and we made it.
[Ramsay views the dead body of his love, Myranda]
MWMaester Wolken
Shall I have a grave dug for her, my lord? Or would you rather the men build a pyre?
Buried, burned. She's good meat. Feed her to the hounds.
[Kneels and places her sword on the snow in front of Sansa] Lady Sansa, I offer my services once again. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.
[Sansa, shaken, looks to Theon who nods in approval]
[Looks to Brienne] And I vow...that you shall always have a place by my h-hearth, and...
[Chimes in] Meat and mead at my table.
...Meat and mead at my table. And I pledge...to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise.
TMTrystane Martell
I told you I'm not hungry.
We're not here to feed you. We're here to kill you.
You want her to do it? Or me?
TMTrystane Martell
We are family. I don't want to hurt you.
[Trystane grabs his sword]
[Trystane and Nymeria circle each other. Obara spears Trystane in the back of the head, killing him]
You're a greedy bitch, you know that?
On the contrary. I fear a great deal. The Father, the Mother, the Warrior. Do you know why we use these stones? To remind us not to fear death. We close our eyes on this world and open them in the next.
You must long for the next life.
[chuckles] In truth, I fear that too.
You imprisoned and humiliated my sister!
Your sister sought the gods' mercy and atoned for her sin.
What about my sins? I broke a sacred oath and stabbed my king in the back. I killed my own cousin. When the gods judged my brother guilty, I helped him escape that justice. What atonement do I deserve.
[He puts his hand on his sword]
You would spill blood in this holy place?
The gods won't mind. They've spilled more blood than the rest of us combined.
Go on then. I deserve it. We all do. We are weak, vain creatures. We live only by the mother's mercy.
[Numerous Sparrows enter the room and surround them]
They should be closer if you mean for them to save you.
I don't. They'd never reach me before you struck.
I've fought against worse odds.
No doubt many of us would fall. But who are we? Hm? We have no names, no family, everyone one of us is poor, powerless, and yet together we can overthrow an empire.
ETEddison Tollet
The only traitors here are the ones who shoved their knives into their Lord Commander's heart.
For thousands of years, the Night's Watch has held Castle Black against the Wildlings.
