WRWalder Rivers
Yes father.
It's a castle, not a bloody sheep. Presumably you still know where it is? You didn't lose Riverrun: you let the Blackfish take it from you!
LFLothar Frey
He surprised us. He knows the castle better than anyone.
You did lose the Blackfish after the Red Wedding. You had him right here in this hall and you let him leave. And when I told you to hunt him down and kill him, you couldn't find him! That's what it means to lose something! Now he's come back and taken Riverrun!
WRWalder Rivers
I don't think it's fair to blame us.
For three hundred years, we kissed Tully boots, swore oaths to them and their stinking fish banners! Not again! Riverrun is ours! Take it back!
LFLothar Frey
We don't have the men!
We've got ten times as many men as the damned Blackfish!
WRWalder Rivers
The Mallisters have risen against us, and the Blackwoods!
LFLothar Frey
The Brotherhood Without Banners is rallying the commoners against us, raiding our supply trains and camps!
WRWalder Rivers
Riverrun can withstand a siege for a year! [Furious, Walder Frey strikes his new child-bride]
If I want excuses, I'll put her in charge! They're laughing at us! All across the Riverlands, right down to King's Landing, they're laughing at us! I hear it in my sleep! I'm not dead yet -unfortunately for you! - and I'll not leave this world until they all choke on that laughter! Take that castle back!
LFLothar Frey
He'll never yield, Father.
Oh, he'll yield. You'll show him the knife you used to kill Robb Stark's child in its whore mother's belly and you'll show him the knife you used to open his niece's throat. And you'll remind him who it was that got married at the Red Wedding in the first place! His nephew. [The guards bring in a chained Edmure Tully] Cheer up, Lord Edmure. You're going home.
[Daenerys appears before her Dothraki army, mounted on the back of her largest dragon, Drogon]
Every khal who ever lived chose three bloodriders, to fight beside him and guard his way. But I am not a khal. I will not choose three bloodriders. I choose you all! I will ask more of you than any khal ever asked of his khalasar! Will you ride the wooden horses across the black salt sea? Will you kill my enemies in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses? [the Dothraki roar in affirmation] Will you give me the Seven Kingdoms, the gift Khal Drogo promised me before the Mother of Mountains? Are you with me? Now and always?
DDothraki
Khaleesi! Khaleesi! Khaleesi!
[Jaime interrupts the siege of Riverrun to parley with the Blackfish]
I assume you're here to fulfill the vow you gave my niece. I don't see Sansa and Arya.
Pity. Do you wish to resume your captivity? [Jaime shakes his head] Then why're you here?
You know why I'm here. This castle belongs to House Frey. You're trespassing. In the name of King Tommen, I order you to surrender or...
Or you'll kill Edmure? My nephew is marked for death no matter what. Hang him and be done with it.
It won't stop with Edmure. You'll force me to storm the castle. Hundreds will die.
Hundreds of mine, thousands of yours...if you can breach the walls.
We'll breach them and kill every last one of you, but if you surrender, I'll spare the lives of your men. On my honor.
Your honor? Bargaining with oathbreakers is like building on quicksand.
The war is over, Ser. Why sacrifice living men to a lost cause?
As long as I am standing, the war is not over. This is my home. I was born in this castle and I'm ready to die in it. So you can either attack or try to starve us out. We have enough provisions for two years. Do you have two years, Kingslayer?
You clearly have no intention of saving your men's lives! Why did you come treat with me?
Sieges are dull. And I wanted to see you in person, get the measure of you.
Aye, now I have. I'm disappointed.
You think Uncle Euron's hunting for us?
Of course he is. As long as we're alive, we're a threat.
It's a great big world, and we have fast ships. Drink.
I don't care what you want. Drink. [Theon takes a quick sip] Drink it all. [he drinks more] You're Ironborn, Theon. I know you've had some bad years.
I'm tired of watching you cower like a beat dog! Drink the goddamn ale! [Theon does so] Now listen to me. I need you - the real Theon Greyjoy, not this ratshit pretender. Can you find him for me? Drink. [Theon drinks] You escaped, you hear me? You got away and you're never going back. We'll get justice for you.
If I got justice, my burnt body would hang over the gates of Winterfell.
Fuck justice, then, we'll get revenge. Drink. [Theon drinks again] Listen to me. If you're so broken that there's no coming back, take a knife and cut your wrists. End it. But if you're staying, Theon, I need you. We're gonna sail to Meereen. We're gonna make a pact with this... Dragon Queen, and we're gonna take back the Iron Islands. Are you with me? Are you really with me? [Theon nods. Relieved, Yara kisses his forehead, smiling] Now, since it's my last night ashore for a long while, I'm gonna go fuck the tits off this one.
I heard you were leaving King's Landing.
That is hardly your concern.
Your grandson is still a prisoner - you'll leave him rotting in a cell.
Loras rots in a cell because of you. The High Sparrow rules this city because of you. Our two ancient Houses face collapse because of you and your stupidity.
You're right. I made a terrible mistake. I carry it with me every single day.
I delivered an army of fanatics onto our doorstep. And now we must fight them together. We need each other.
I wonder if you're the worst person I've ever met. At a certain age it's hard to recall, but the truly vile do stand out through the years. Do you remember the way you smirked at me when my grandson and granddaughter were dragged off to their cells? I do. I'll never forget it.
You love your granddaughter. I love my son. It's the only truth I know. We must defend them.
I'm leaving this wretched city as fast as I can before that shoeless zealot throws me into one of his cells. If you're half as bright as you think you are, you'll find a way out of here, too.
Never. I'll never leave my son.
What'll you do, then? You have no support. Not anymore. Your brother's gone. The High Sparrow saw to that. The rest of your family have abandoned you. The people despise you. You're surrounded by enemies, thousands of them. You're going to kill them all by yourself? You've lost, Cersei. It's the only joy I can find in all this misery.
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!
