So you admit you murdered Qhorin Halfhand?
No? You put your sword through a brother of the Night's Watch. What do you call that?
He wanted me to kill him.
A bastard son of a traitor. What would you expect?
The Halfhand believed our only chance to stop Mance was to get a man inside his army.
Don't talk about the Halfhand as if you knew him. He was my brother.
Then you'd know he'd do anything to defend the Wall. The free folk would have boiled him alive, but letting me kill him...
The free folk? Listen to him. He even talks like a wildling now.
Aye, I talk like a wildling. I ate with the wildlings. I climbed the Wall with the wildlings. I...I laid with a wildling girl.
You admit to breaking your vows, then?
The law is the law. The boy must die.
If we beheaded every ranger who lay with a girl, the Wall would be manned by headless men.
There's a difference between sneaking off to the Mole's Town brothel and sleeping with the enemy.
While we sit here, debating which rules I broke, Mance Rayder marches on the Wall with an army of a hundred thousand.
Impossible. You can't get fifty wildlings together before they start killing each other.
One hundred thousand. He's united the Thenns, the Hornfoots, the ice-river clans, there's giants fighting for him.
Have you ever been beyond the Wall, ser?
I commanded the City Watch of King's Landing, boy.
And now you're here. You must not have been very good at your job.
There's a band of wildlings south of the Wall already, led by Tormund Giantsbane. I killed their warg and three others. They shot me full of arrows. Their orders are to attack Castle Black from the south when Mance hits it from the north. The signal for the attack will be a bonfire. Mance said it would be the greatest fire the North has ever seen. That's the truth. All the truth. Do you intend to execute me or am I free to go?
None of us are free. We are men of the Night's Watch. But we won't be taking your head today, Jon Snow.
When am I going to get a horse of my own?
Little lady wants a pony.
Little lady wants away from your stench.
Horses aren't easy to come by. Even if they were, think I'm gonna put you on your own horse? Watch the only thing of value I've got in the world ride away?
Why don't you have any money? Didn't you steal anything from Joffrey before you left?
You're not very smart, are you?
You're fine with murdering little boys, but thieving is beneath you.
Man's got to have a code.
You think I'm gonna escape. Where would I go? I'd be dead by nightfall without you, my family's gone, I've got no one.
You've got an aunt in the Vale. Your rich aunt Lysa. After I sell you to her, maybe she'll have enough left over to buy you that pony you want so much.
PPolliver
Hey, I know you. You're the Hound! Pour our new friend some ale! What brings you so far north?
I could ask the same of you. What're you doing up here?
PPolliver
Just keepin' the King's peace.
PPolliver
So I've heard. Stannis defeated at the Blackwater, Robb Stark killed at the Twins, and where am I for all of it? Stuck with your brother. Meaning no offense.
PPolliver
He's good, the Mountain is. Best at what he does. But torture, torture, torture, torture. You spend enough time puttin' a hammer to people, and you start to feel like a carpenter making chairs. Drains the fun right out of it! And what's life without a little fun? Well, I don't need to tell you that, eh?
She's all right. I've had better.
PPolliver
You know what? You should come with us. His kind, they've always got something hidden away, gold, silver, more daughters. Always something, if you know how to make em talk and there's plenty of 'em between here and King's Landing. You could do well for yourself. We certainly have been!
I'm not going to King's Landing.
PPolliver
But think about it. We can do whatever we like, wherever we go! These are the King's colors. No one's standing in his way now... which means no one's standing in ours.
PPolliver
When I heard that Joffrey's dog had turned tail and run at the Battle of the Blackwater, I didn't believe it. But, here you are.
Here I am. Bring me one of those chickens.
PPolliver
You got money to pay for it?
PPolliver
No, but we're the King's men. So, you got money?
Not a penny. I'll still take that chicken.
PPolliver
Tell you what. We'll trade you. One of our little chickens for one of yours. Give us a go at your friend. Lowell there likes them a bit broken in.
You're a talker. Listening to talkers...makes me thirsty. And hungry. Think I'll take two chickens.
PPolliver
You don't seem to understand the situation.
I understand, that if any more words come pouring out your cunt mouth... I'm gonna have to eat every fucking chicken in this room.
PPolliver
You lived your life for the King. You gonna die for some chickens?
My brother tells me you keep your mouth shut. Unusual talent, for a sellsword.
He tells me you shit gold, just like your father.
There's this knight, er, Laygood. Got thunderbolts on his shield? [Jaime nods] Right here is where I fuck his wife. She's a screamer, that one. If they don't hear her, they won't hear us. [whistles as Jaime draws his sword] I've never seen Valyrian steel before. She's a beauty. Problem is, if you fight with an edged blade, I'll have to. And if I fight with an edged blade, I'll have no one left to pay me. [pulls two blunted swords out of his bag and drops one on the ground]
I haven't used a sparring sword since I was nine. [just as he grabs the practice sword, Bronn hits him on the wrist with his blade, forcing him to drop it] Bold warrior you are, attacking a man when his guard's down.
Best time to attack a man. [attacks as Jaime picks up the sword; they spar for a moment, then Bronn shoves him against a rock wall] Mind yourself!
If I still had my right hand...
Father. [shoves Theon forward, Roose gets up and inspects him more closely]
I trained him. He was a slow learner, but he learned.
Peeled a few bits. Removed a few others.
This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir.
We've been flaying our enemies for a thousand years. The flayed man is on our banners.
My banners, not yours. You're not a Bolton, you're a Snow. Tywin Lannister has given me the North, but he won't lift a finger to help me take it. As long as the Ironborn hold Moat Cailin, our armies are trapped south of the Neck. Theon was a valuable hostage, not your plaything. I wanted to trade him for Moat Cailin.
I already asked. Lord Greyjoy refused. Savages have...
You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy without my consent?
You made me Acting Lord of the Dreadfort. I acted.
I had to smuggle myself into my own lands thanks to the Greyjoys. I needed Theon. I needed him whole.
Theon was our enemy. But Reek? Reek will never betray us.
I place far too much trust in you.
Reek, how could you let me stand before my father unshaven? It's disrespectful.
[to Locke] Give him the razor.
[Ramsay sits in a chair and Theon is handed a razor; Roose turns around to watch]
I'm not a Bolton, father. What does it matter? Go on, Reek. A nice, close shave.
[Theon begins carefully shaving Ramsay]
I don't believe you have met Ellaria. This is the Lord Hand Tywin Lannister and Cersei Lannister the Queen Regent. I suppose it is former Queen Regent now. Lord Hand and Lady Cersei, Ellaria Sand.
Can't say I've ever met a Sand before.
We are everywhere in Dorne. I have 10,000 brothers and sisters.
Bastards are born of passion, aren't they? We don't despise them in Dorne.
I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei, giving up your regal responsibilities. Wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked.
I suppose you'll never know, Prince Oberyn. It's a shame your older brother couldn't attend the wedding.
Please give him our regards. With any luck, the gout will abate with time and he will be able to walk again.
They call it the rich man's disease. A wonder you don't have it, Lord Tywin.
Noblemen in my part of the country don't enjoy the same lifestyle as our counterparts in Dorne.
People everywhere have their differences. In some places the highborn frown upon those of low birth. In other places, the rape and murder of women and children is considered...distasteful. What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place.
Well fought. Well fought. Here you are. Champion's purse. Though you're not the champion yet, are you? A true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others out there who still dare to challenge my reign. Uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume.
One taste of combat was enough for me, Your Grace. I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne. Be careful, though. [Nods towards the champion dwarf.] This one is clearly mad with lust. It would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night.
[Enraged and humiliated, Joffrey walks over to Tyrion and empties his goblet over his uncle's head.]
A fine vintage. Shame that it spilled.
My love, come back to me. It's time for my father's toast.
Well, how does he expect me to toast without wine? [To Tyrion] Uncle, you can be my cupbearer seeing as you're too cowardly to fight.
Your Grace does me a fine honor.
It's not meant as an honor.
[A brief pause, and Tyrion gets up to take the cup, but Joffrey drops it. As Tyrion bends to pick it up, Joffrey kicks it underneath a table.]
[Tyrion goes underneath the table searching for the goblet. Sansa picks it up and hands it to Tyrion, who, in turn, hands it to Joffrey.]
What good is an empty cup? Fill it. [Tyrion fills the cup with wine and hands it to Joffrey] Kneel. [Tyrion looks at him] Kneel before your king. [Pause] Kneel. [Pause as Tyrion glares at Joffrey; Getting angry] I said... kneel! [Tyrion keeps glaring at him]
Uncle. Where are you going? You're my cupbearer, remember?
I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace.
No, no, no. No, you're perfect the way you are. Serve me my wine. Well, hurry up. This pie is dry. [He hands the cup to Joffrey, who gulps at it] Mm, good. Needs washing down.
If it please Your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired.
No. [coughs] No, you'll wait here... [coughs again] un-- [continues coughing]
[short of breath, he takes a gulp of wine to try and alleviate his coughing] It's nothing.
Help the poor boy. [Joffrey staggers away from the table, choking frantically.] Idiots, help your king.
Move away! [He pushes his way through the crowd and runs towards Joffrey as he collapses, choking and vomiting.] Joffrey! Joffrey!
Help him! Someone help him! Joffrey!
[in the confusion, court fool Dontos Hollard appears behind Sansa]
DHDontos Hollard
[to Sansa] Come with me now.
DHDontos Hollard
[to Sansa] If you want to live, we have to leave.
Don't touch him! Joffrey. Please, Joffrey. Joffrey, what is it? Help him!
[Joffrey begins to bleed from his nose and eyes; after managing to point at Tyrion inspecting the cup, he wheezes out his last breath and finally dies.]
MMan
He's gone. Our king is gone!
[turning to glare at Tyrion with rising anger] He did this. He poisoned my son, your king. Take him. Take him! TAKE HIM! TAKE HIM!
Your brother is dead. Do you know what that means? [Tommen hesitates in answering] I'm not trying to trick you.
TBTommen Baratheon
It means I'll become king.
Yes, you will become king. What kind of king do you think you will be?
TBTommen Baratheon
...a good king?
I think so as well; you have the right temperament for it. But what makes a good king, hmm? What is a good king's single most important quality?
This is hardly the place or the time.
TBTommen Baratheon
Holiness?
Baelor the Blessed was holy, and pious. He built this sept. He also named a six-year-old boy High Septon because he thought the boy could work miracles. He ended up fasting himself into an early grave because food was of this world, and this world was sinful.
TBTommen Baratheon
Justice?
A good king must be just. Orys the First was just; everyone applauded his reforms, nobles and commoners alike, but he wasn't just for long. He was murdered in his sleep after less than a year by his own brother. Was that truly just of him, to abandon his subjects to an evil that he was too gullible to recognize?
TBTommen Baratheon
No. What about strength?
Yes, strength. King Robert was strong. He won the rebellion and crushed the Targaryen dynasty... and he attended three Small Council meetings in seventeen years. He spent his time whoring and hunting and drinking, until the last two killed him. So, we have a man who starves himself to death, a man who lets his own brother murder him, and a man who thinks that winning and ruling are the same thing. What do they all lack?
TBTommen Baratheon
[thinks for a moment] Wisdom.
TBTommen Baratheon
Wisdom is what makes a good king.
Yes. But what is wisdom, hmm? A house with great wealth and fertile lands asks you for your protection against another house with a strong navy that could one day oppose you. How do you know which choice is wise and which isn't? You've any experience of treasuries and granaries, or shipyards and soldiers?
No, of course not. A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn't. You're young. A wise young king listens to his councilors and heeds their advice until he comes of age. And the wisest kings continue to listen to them long afterwards. Your brother was not a wise king. Your brother was not a good king. If he had been, perhaps he'd still be alive.
[in his cell] Podrick. Apologies for the stench.
I brought you some wine, m'Lord, but they took it from me.
They didn't find the candles, though [starts laying items on a bench] A quill, some parchment, duck sausage, almonds, and some hard cheese.
You're a good lad. Any word of Shae?
I've heard nothing, my Lord.
I suppose that's a good thing. What are they saying about me, out there?
You're to stand trial, in a fortnight- for murdering the King.
Do you believe I murdered Joffrey?
No. Gods, no. The world is a better place without him, but I had nothing to do with it. I'd like to think, if I were planning a Royal assassination, I would arrange it in such a way that I wouldn't be standing there, gawking like a fool when the King died. Trial in a fortnight... have they announced the judges yet?
Who will vote exactly as my father tells him to vote.
And Prince Oberyn of Dorne.
Oberyn? [laughs] Leave it to my father.Never fails to take advantage of a family tragedy.
I'm supposed to get a list of names from you, my Lord. Anyone who might testify on your behalf.
Oh! I can call my own witnesses? How generous of them! Very well. My wife, Sansa.
No one's seen her, since the wedding. You don't think she...
No one had more cause to kill Joffrey than Sansa, but the girl's no assassin. No, whoever killed the King wanted me to lose my head for it and with my wife's disappearance, it makes me seem that much more guilty. Podrick.
They'll be following you, now.
I don't know! They, they! The ominous "They"! The men pulling the strings, or women. My father. Maybe Joffrey was too much work for him. Sweet Tommen will be so much easier to handle. Whenever something bad happens to me, I assume it's my sister that had a hand in it. But say what you will of Cersei, she loves her children. She is the only one I'm certain had nothing to do with this murder... which makes this unique, as King's Landing murders go.
Westeros is not the world, Your Grace. We need to look east for ships and men. 10,000 skilled soldiers fight for the Golden Company.
[disgusted] The Golden Company?
They've never broken a contract.
We're willing to use blood magic to put you on the throne, but we're not willing to pay men to fight? Now the Red Woman's magic is real. Her visions and prophecies may be, too, but I've never heard of visions and prophecies winning a war. Soldiers win wars. Soldiers on the ground. It's dirty on the ground.
If I do not press my claim, my claim will be forgotten. I will not become a page in someone else's history book. I'm running out of time, Ser Davos. Which means you're running out of time.
I'm sorry about your grandson.
I don't believe that a child is responsible for the sins of his father or his grandfather. An awful way to die...
Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?
Some believe the king choked.
Some believe the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant. The king was poisoned.
I hear you studied poisons at the Citadel.
I did. This is why I know.
Your hatred for my family is...rather well known. You arrive in the capital, an expert in poisoning; some days later, my grandson dies of poisoning.
Rather suspicious. Why haven't you thrown me in a dungeon?
You spoke with Tyrion in this very brothel on the day you arrived. What did you discuss?
[amused] You think we conspired together?
She was raped and murdered by the Mountain. The Mountain follows your orders. Of course I blame you.
I stand before you unarmed, unguarded. Should I be worried?
You are unarmed and unguarded because you know me better than that. I'm a man of reason; if I slit your throat today, I will be drawn and quartered tomorrow.
Men at war commit all kinds of crimes, without their superiors' knowledge.
So you're denying involvement in Elia's murder?
Categorically. [long pause, then Oberyn turns away]
I would like to speak with the Mountain.
I'm sure he would enjoy speaking with you.
He might not enjoy it as he thinks he would.
I could arrange for this meeting-
But you want something in return.
There will be a trial for my son and as custom dictates, three judges will render a verdict. I will preside, Mace Tyrell will serve as the second judge and I would like you to be the third.
Not long ago, the Tyrells sided with Renly Baratheon, declared themselves enemies of the throne; now they are our strongest allies-
Well, you made the Tyrell girl a Queen. Asking me to judge at your son's trial isn't quite as tempting.
I will also invite you to sit on the Small Council, to serve as one of the new king's principal advisors. [Oberyn sips his wine, then turns around]
I never realized you had such respect for Dorne, Lord Tywin.
We are not Seven Kingdoms until Dorne returns to the fold. The king is dead, the Greyjoys are in open rebellion, a wildling army marches on the Wall and in the East, a Targaryen girl has three dragons. Before long, she will turn her eyes to Westeros. Only the Dornish managed to resist Aegon Targaryen and his dragons.
[grins] You're saying you need us? That must be hard for you to admit.
We need each other. You help me serve justice to the King's assassins... and I will help you serve justice to Elia's. [Offers Oberyn his hand to shake]
[After Daario has effortless dispatched Mereen's champion, Daenerys addresses the slaves of Meereen]
I am Daenerys Stormborn. Your Masters may have told you lies about me, or they may have told you nothing. It does not matter. I have nothing to say to them. I only speak to you. First, I went to Astapor. Those who were slaves in Astapor, now stand behind me, free. Next I went to Yunkai. Those who were slaves in Yunkai, now stand behind me, free. Now I have come to Meereen. I am not your enemy. Your enemy is beside you. Your enemy steals and murders your children. Your enemy has nothing for you but chains and suffering, and commands. I do not bring you commands. I bring you a choice. And I bring your enemies what they deserve.
To tell you the truth, this isn't so bad. Four walls. A pot to piss in. I was chained to a wooden post covered in my own shit for months.
Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Maybe a bit. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.
It's complicated, yes. So how is our sister?
How do you think? Her son died in her arms.
Don't. [Pause] You know what's coming?
My trial for regicide. Yes, I know. I know the whole bloody country thinks I'm guilty. I know that one of my three judges has wished me dead more times than I can count. And that judge is my father. As for Cersei, well, she's probably working on a way to avoid a trial altogether by having me killed.
Now that you mention it, she did ask.
So, should I turn around and close my eyes?
The Kingslayer brothers. You like it? I like it. You're really asking if I killed your son?
Are you really asking if I'd kill my brother? How can I help you?
Well, you could set me free.
Then there's really nothing else to say.
What do you want me to do? Kill the guards? Sneak you out of the city in the back of a cart? I'm the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.
Sorry, I'd forgotten. I'd hate for you to do something inappropriate.
Inappropriate? You're accused of killing the king. Freeing you is treason.
Which is why we're having a trial.
A trial. If the killer threw himself before the Iron Throne, confessed to his crimes, and gave irrefutable evidence of his guilt, it wouldn't matter to Cersei. She won't rest until my head's on a spike.
Not just yours. She's offering a knighthood to whomever finds Sansa Stark.
Sansa couldn't have done this.
She had more reason than anyone in the Seven Kingdoms. Do you think it's a coincidence she disappeared the same night Joffrey died?
No, but... Sansa's not a killer. Not yet, anyway.
