«Mhysa»

10 Mhysa 

«Mhysa»
David Nutter David Benioff y D. B. Weiss 
9 de junio de 2013

Tywin Lannister hace anuncio del suceso ocurrido en la boda de Edmure Tully a la corte del Rey. Roose Bolton es proclamado guardián del Norte. Jaime y Brienne llegan a Desembarco del Rey, Arya y el Perro se topan con un grupo de bandidos, Bran y su grupo se cruzan con Samwell Tarly, Davos anuncia a Stannis sobre los problemas en el Muro y Daenerys aguarda por la liberación de Yunkai y sus esclavos.

S03E10 – Mhysa

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Go, move out!
Here comes the King in the North!
The King in the North!
The King in the North!
Here comes the King in the North!
The King in the North!
The King in the North!
Here comes the King in the North!
Here comes the King in the North!
Here comes the King in the North!
The King in the North!
The King in the North!
Here comes the King in the North!
Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall.
Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall.
What are you doing?
I have a list.
A list of people you mean to kill?
For laughing at me?
Do I look like Joffrey to you?
No, death seems a bit extreme.
Fear of death, on the other hand…
You should learn to ignore them.
My lady, people have been laughing at me far longer than they’ve been laughing at you.
I’m the halfman, the Demon Monkey, the Imp.
You’re a Lannister.
I am the disgraced daughter of the traitor Ned Stark.
The disgraced daughter and the Demon Monkey.
We’re perfect for each other.
So how should we punish them?
Who?
Whom?
Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall.
Ah!
I could speak to Lord Varys and learn their perversions.
Anyone named Desmond Crakehall must be a pervert.
I hear that you’re a pervert.
I am the Imp.
I have certain standards to maintain.
We could sheep shift Lord Desmond’s bed.
You cut a little hole in his mattress and you stuff sheep dung inside.
Then you sew up the hole and make his bed again.
His room will stink, but he won’t know where it’s coming from.
Lady Sansa!
My sister used to do that when she was angry with me.
And she was always angry with me.
Why “sheep shift”?
That’s the vulgar word for “dung.
” My lady…
Well, you asked me.
That’s him!
My lord, my lady.
Your father has called a meeting of the Small Council.
Killed a few puppies today?
Show him.
Come on, show him.
Oh!
Apologies, my lord.
Old fingers.
“Roslin caught a fine fat trout.
“Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding.
” Signed, “Walder Frey.
” Is that bad poetry or is it supposed to mean something?
Robb Stark is dead.
And his bitch mother.
Write back to Lord Frey.
Thank him for his service and command him to send Robb Stark’s head.
I’m going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast.
Your Grace, Lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage.
A joke.
Joffrey did not mean it.
Yes, I did.
I’m going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast.
No.
She is no longer yours to torment.
Everyone is mine to torment.
You’d do well to remember that, you little monster.
Oh, I’m a monster.
Perhaps you should speak to me more softly, then.
Monsters are dangerous, and just now kings are dying like flies.
I could have your tongue out for saying that.
Let him make his threats.
Hmm?
He’s a bitter little man.
Lord Tyrion should apologise immediately.
Unacceptable, disrespectful, and in very bad taste.
I am the King!
I will punish you.
Any man who must say, “I am the King,” is no true king.
I’ll make sure you understand that when I’ve won your war for you.
My father won the real war.
He killed Prince Rhaegar.
He took the crown while you hid under Casterly Rock!
The King is tired.
See him to his chambers.
Come along.
I’m not tired.
We have so much to celebrate.
A wedding to plan.
You must rest.
Grand Maester, perhaps some essence of nightshade to help him sleep.
I’m not tired!
Come.
Not you.
You just sent the most powerful man in Westeros to bed without his supper.
You’re a fool if you believe he’s the most powerful man in Westeros.
A treasonous statement.
Joffrey is King.
You really think a crown gives you power?
No.
I think armies give you power.
Mmmhmm.
Robb Stark had one, never lost a battle, and you defeated him all the same.
Mmmhmm.
Oh, I know.
Walder Frey gets all the credit.
Or the blame, I suppose, depending on your allegiance.
Walder Frey is many things, but a brave man?
No.
He never would have risked such an action if he didn’t have certain assurances.
Which he got from me.
Do you disapprove?
I’m all for cheating.
This is war.
But to slaughter them at a wedding…
Explain to me why it is more noble to kill , men in battle than a dozen at dinner.
So that’s why you did it?
To save lives?
To end the war.
To protect the family.
Do you want to write a song for the dead Starks?
Go ahead, write one.
I’m in this world a little while longer to defend the Lannisters, to defend my blood.
The Northerners will never forget.
Good.
Let them remember what happens when they march on the South.
All the Stark men are dead.
Winterfell is a ruin.
Roose Bolton will be named Warden of the North until your son by Sansa comes of age.
I believe you still have some work to do on that score.
Do you think she’ll open her legs for me after I tell her how we murdered her mother and brother?
One way or another, you will get that girl pregnant.
I will not rape her.
Shall I explain to you in one easy lesson how the world works?
Use small words.
I’m not as bright as you.
The house that puts family first will always defeat the house that puts the whims and wishes of its sons and daughters first.
A good man does everything in his power to better his family’s position, regardless of his own selfish desires.
Does that amuse you?
No, it’s a very good lesson.
Only it’s easy for you to preach utter devotion to family when you’re making all the decisions.
Easy for me, is it?
When have you ever done something that wasn’t in your interest, but solely for the benefit of the family?
The day that you were born.
I wanted to carry you into the sea and let the waves wash you away.
Instead, I let you live.
And I brought you up as my son.
Because you’re a Lannister.
Sansa.
It’s empty.
Let’s find a place to sleep.
Hodor.
Hodor.
Don’t, Hodor.
Maybe we shouldn’t stay here.
You’d rather be out there?
There are a lot of stories about this place.
Horrible stories.
I always quite liked the horrible stories.
So did I.
Once.
You ever heard about the Rat Cook?
No.
Who’s he?
Just a cook in the Night’s Watch.
He was angry at the King for something, I don’t remember.
When the King was visiting the Nightfort, the cook killed the King’s son, cooked him into a big pie with onions, carrots, mushrooms, and bacon.
That night he served the pie to the King.
He liked the taste of his son so much, he asked for a second slice.
The Gods turned the cook into a giant white rat who could only eat his own young.
He’s been roaming the Nightfort ever since, devouring his own babies.
But no matter what he does, he’s always hungry.
If the Gods turned every killer into a giant white rat…
It wasn’t for murder the Gods cursed the Rat Cook or for serving the King’s son in a pie.
He killed a guest beneath his roof.
That’s something the Gods can’t forgive.
“The late Walder Frey,” old Tully called me because I didn’t get my men to the Trident in time for battle.
He thought he was witty.
Look at us now, Tully.
You’re dead, your daughter’s dead, your grandson’s dead, your son spent his wedding night in a dungeon, and I’m Lord of Riverrun.
The Blackfish escaped.
An old man on the run with no allies.
I have Tywin Lannister backing me.
Who does he have?
As you say.
They all laughed at me, all those high lords.
They all thought they were better than me.
Ned Stark, Hoster Tully.
People snigger when I marry a young girl, but who said a word when Jon Arryn married the little Tully bitch?
You’ll be needing a new young girl.
Yeah.
Got that to look forward to.
Hmm.
And you, the Warden of the North.
No more Starks to bow and scrape to.
Must have been torture following that stupid boy all over the country.
He ignored my advice at every turn.
If he’d been a trifle less arrogant…
Calling himself the “Young Wolf.
” How’s that for pomposity?
Well, here’s to the Young Wolf!
Forever young.
Will you move to Winterfell now that the war’s over?
At some point perhaps.
But Winterfell’s in ruins.
Yeah.
What happened up there?
I heard the Greyjoy boy seized the place.
I heard he killed all the ravens.
And after that, nothing.
I sent my bastard Ramsay to root him out.
Robb Stark offered amnesty for the ironborn if they gave us Theon.
Oh.
And?
Ramsay delivered the terms.
The ironborn turned on Theon, as we knew they would.
They handed him over trussed and hooded.
But Ramsay, well…
Ramsay has his own way of doing things.
Well, the girls weren’t lying.
You had a goodsized cock.
What?
No.
Pork sausage.
You think I’m some sort of savage?
People talk about phantom limbs.
An amputee might have an itch where his foot used to be.
So I’ve always wondered, do eunuchs have a phantom cock?
Next time you think about naked girls, will you feel an itch?
Sorry.
I shouldn’t make jokes.
My mother taught me not to throw stones at cripples.
But my father taught me to aim for their head.
Kill me.
Sorry, what?
Kill me.
A little louder.
Kill me!
You’re no good to me dead.
We need you.
You don’t look like a Theon Greyjoy any more.
That’s a name for a lord.
But you’re not a lord, are you?
You’re just meat.
Stinking meat.
You reek.
Reek!
That’s a good name for you.
What’s your name?
Theon Greyjoy.
What’s your name?
Theon Greyjoy.
Please.
What is your name?
Reek.
My name is…
Reek.
Hodor.
Don’t kill me!
Who are you?
Sam!
Sam!
Who are you?
Gilly.
Don’t hurt us.
Where are you going?
To Castle Black.
I’m a brother of the Night’s Watch.
My brother, he’s in the Night’s…
Who’s your brother?
Doesn’t matter.
You’re Jon’s brother.
The one who fell from the window.
No, I’m not.
I’ve been around Ghost enough to know a direwolf when I see one.
And I’ve heard all about Hodor.
Hodor.
I’d be dead if it wasn’t for Jon.
If you’re his brother, you’re my brother, too.
And anything I can do to help you, I will.
Take us north of the Wall.
What?
Why in the world would you want to go…
I don’t want to.
I have to.
How did you get through the Wall?
Does the well lead to an underground river?
Is that how you came here?
Come with us.
There are steps carved into the south side of the Wall.
Hodor can carry you to the top.
We’ll walk straight to Castle Black.
Come with us.
There’s nothing north but death.
If Jon is alive, then Castle Black’s where he’ll be.
It’s the safest place for you.
There’s nowhere safe any longer.
You know that.
What I know is what I saw.
And if you saw it, too, you’d run the other way.
You saw the White Walkers and the army of the dead.
How do you know all that?
The Night’s Watch can’t stop them.
The Kings of Westeros and all their armies can’t stop them.
But you’re going to stop them?
Please, Sam.
I have to go north.
I have to.
“Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands and invader of the North.
“I give you until the full moon “to order all ironborn scum out of the North “and back to those shitstained rocks you call a home.
“On the first night of the full moon, “I will hunt down every islander “still in our lands and flay them living, “the way I flayed the ironborn scum I found at Winterfell.
“In the box you’ll find a special gift…
“Theon’s favourite toy.
“He cried when I took it away from him.
“Leave the North now, or more boxes will follow “with more Theon.
” Signed, “Ramsay Snow, naturalborn son of Roose Bolton, “Lord of the Dreadfort and Warden of the North.
” Get that out of my sight.
Theon disobeyed my orders.
The boy is a fool.
He cannot further the Greyjoy line.
I will not give up the lands I have seized, the strongholds I have taken.
Get this away from me.
He’s your son.
Son?
He’s not a man any more.
He’s your son.
He’s my brother.
He’s a Greyjoy.
Watch yourself.
I’ve made my decision.
And I’ve made mine.
I’m going to pick the fastest ship in our fleet.
I’m going to choose the best killers on the Iron Islands.
Get those ropes!
I’m going to sail up the Narrow Sea, all the way to the Weeping Water.
I’m going to march on the Dreadfort.
I’m going to find my little brother, and I’m going to bring him home.
What is it?
Dragonglass.
We found them at the Fist.
Someone buried them a long time ago.
Someone wanted us to find them.
Why?
What are they for?
Killing White Walkers.
How do you know that?
The Walker came for my baby.
And Sam…
But no one’s killed a White Walker in thousands of years.
Well, I suppose someone had to be the first.
Take it, Hodor.
And the archer.
I got lucky with one of them.
There are more.
Many more.
And for every one of them, the dead men, more than you could count.
I wish you’d come with us.
I wish I could.
I really do.
How are you keeping?
Great.
Never better.
It was just a bit of blood.
I should have known.
Every time a highborn asks my name, it’s trouble.
We’re not really people to you.
Just ways to get what you want.
I’m not a highborn.
She called you “Ser.
” I heard it.
A recent state of affairs.
I was born in Flea Bottom, just like you.
Sure, you were.
You’re my friend.
You’re here to help.
I lived below the Street of Flour.
How far below?
How close to the Red Keep were you?
The shit that poured from their privy pipes flowed down the side of Aegon’s Hill, along Tanner’s Row and right in front of my front door on Gin Alley.
Gin Alley.
The Street of Steel, with your armour and your knights?
You lived in the fancy part of town.
And here we are now.
Two boys from Flea Bottom in the castle of a king.
Yeah, we’ve come a long way.
We’re all the same, really.
She went to great pains to point that out to me.
If you mistrust fancy people so much, why were you in such a hurry to trust her?
You’re me.
Never been with a woman.
Never talked to a woman, really.
And then she comes at you, big words, no clothes.
What would you have done?
She does know her way around a man’s head, I’ll give her that.
So how’d you become a lord?
Oh.
That’s a long story.
Better not, then.
I’m a bit busy.
Many years ago I helped King Stannis out of a difficult situation.
He rewarded me with a lordship.
And this.
You see?
Highborns.
I didn’t want to be a lord.
I nearly didn’t accept.
Why did you?
I did it for my son.
I didn’t want him to step over a river of shit every time he stepped through his front door.
I wanted him to have a better life.
Does he?
He’s dead.
How’d he die?
Following me.
When did you come to this strange country?
When I was .
You were only a child.
I stopped being a child when I was nine.
My mother made sure of that.
You’ve been a good influence on our mutual friend, you know.
He used to drink from sundown to sunup, visit three brothels a night, gamble away his father’s money.
Now it’s just the drinking.
And now I’m his wife’s servant.
I brush her hair and clip her nails and empty her chamber pot.
She is a sweet young thing.
None of this is her fault.
I love that girl.
I would kill for her.
Do you think that makes it easier for me?
No, I expect not.
She’s young and she’s beautiful and highborn.
We break bread with them, but that doesn’t make us family.
We’ve learned their language, but we’ll never be their countrymen.
If you let yourself believe that a foreign girl with no name could spend her life with the son of Tywin Lannister…
I have a name.
You have one name.
As do I.
Here, only the family name matters.
What do you want from me, Lord Varys?
Diamonds.
I’d tell you to beware carrying so much wealth, but you know how to protect yourself.
Get on one of those ships.
Sail to Pentos or Lys or Myr.
You can buy a house with these diamonds, a very large house.
Hire servants.
Start a new life, a good life, far from here.
The mysterious foreign beauty.
You’ll have suitors lining up.
Why do you want me to leave?
Tyrion Lannister is one of the few people alive who could make this country a better place.
He has the mind, the will, and the right last name.
And you, you are a complication.
I know you love him.
And I know it’s true love, not bought by gold and silver.
I’m not asking you to leave him for money.
I’m asking you to leave because your presence in the capital endangers him.
This will never be your home, my lady.
Find a true home somewhere far from here, while there’s still time.
Lord Varys.
If he wants me to leave, he can tell me himself.
Keep up.
I don’t think I can, my lord.
It’s not easy being drunk all the time.
Everyone would do it, if it were easy.
Leave.
So, enjoying married life?
An unhappy wife is a wine merchant’s best friend.
She doesn’t deserve this.
Deserve?
Be careful with that.
Start trying to work out who deserves what, and before long you’ll spend your days weeping for every person in the world.
There’s nothing worse than a lateblooming philosopher.
Will you be facing your marriage to Ser Loras with the same philosophical spirit?
I won’t be marrying Ser Loras.
I seem to remember saying something similar about my own marriage.
You’re not me.
You want to make things better for Sansa?
Give her a child.
So you can tell Father it was you who finally talked me into it?
So she can have some happiness in her life.
You have children.
How happy would you say you are?
Not very.
But if it weren’t for my children, I’d have thrown myself from the highest window in the Red Keep.
They’re the reason I’m alive.
Even Joffrey?
Even Joffrey.
He was all I had once.
Before Myrcella was born.
I used to spend hours looking at him.
His wisps of hair.
His tiny little hands and feet.
He was such a jolly little fellow.
You always hear the terrible ones were terrible babies.
“We should have known.
Even then we should have known.
” It’s nonsense.
Whenever he was with me, he was happy.
And no one can take that away from me, not even Joffrey, how it feels to have someone.
Someone of your own.
How long does it go on?
Until we’ve dealt with all our enemies.
Every time we deal with an enemy, we create two more.
Then I suppose it will go on for quite a long time.
I’m telling you, that’s what she did.
Sounded like a cow in heat.
Aye, not for long.
That’s right.
Black Walder shut her up right quick.
None of the Starks had much to say about the end of that meal.
I’ll tell you what, though.
The hardest thing was getting that wolf’s head to stay on the body.
You sewed it on?
I did.
I bet there were , men claiming they were the one.
It was me.
And Malcolm and Talbott.
Well, the thing was so heavy, it fell off the first time.
Took the skin right with it.
What we ended up having to do was hook the needle right under the collarbone, give it a nice firm mooring and…
What do you want?
Mind if I keep warm?
Fuck off.
But I’m hungry.
Does “fuck off” mean something different where you’re from?
I’ve got money.
What kind of coin is that?
It’s worth a lot.
Sorry.
Little shit.
Fool!
Where did you get the knife?
From you.
Is that the first man you’ve killed?
The first man.
Next time you’re going to do something like that, tell me first.
Valar Morghulis.
Ygritte, you know I didn’t have a choice.
You always knew who I was, what I am.
I have to go home now.
I know you won’t hurt me.
You know nothing, Jon Snow.
I do know some things.
I know I love you.
I know you love me.
But I have to go home now.
I know how this must look.
What I meant was…
I swear to you, my lord…
I’m not a lord, my dear.
Not for many, many years.
Every man who joins the Night’s Watch renounces all former titles.
Among other things.
What is your name?
Gilly.
Ah.
For the gillyflower.
Lovely.
Yes, my…
Maester.
Master.
Maester.
And the child?
She hasn’t chosen a name yet.
His name is Sam.
Tarly, do you remember the oath you swore when you joined this order?
He’s not my child, Maester Aemon.
She’s one of Craster’s wives.
I remember every word of the oath.
“Night gathers and my watch begins.
“I am the shield that guards the realms of men.
“The realms of men.
” That means her as well as us.
We didn’t build miles of ice walls feet high to keep out men.
The night is gathering, Maester Aemon.
I’ve seen it.
It’s coming for all of us.
Gilly, you and your son will be our guests for the time being.
We certainly cannot send you back beyond the Wall.
Thank you…
Maester.
I can cook and clean and I can…
Good.
Samwell, fetch a quill and inkwell.
I hope your penmanship is better than your swordplay.
Miles better.
We had ravens at last count.
Make sure they’re all fed.
Every one of them flies tonight.
“To His Grace “King Stannis Baratheon.
“Invaded…
Invited “to the name day celebration “for Rylene Florent “on the first nigit…
” Night.
“First night of the full moon.
” Why is there a “G” in night?
I don’t know.
There just is.
Well, your father’s not going to go to that.
My books are better than these boring scrolls.
You could read about Balerion the Dread.
They say you can still see his skull in the dungeons beneath the Red Keep.
I’d like to see that someday.
I’ve been trying to stay out of those dungeons my whole life.
“His fangs were as long as bastard swords.
” Aye, old Balerion’s definitely better than anything your cousin Rylene’s got on offer.
But now that I’m your father’s Hand again, I have to keep him informed.
The King does not have time for this drudgery.
“To all the lords and knobble men of Westeros…
” Noblemen.
“Noblemen of Westeros, “the Night’s Watch “implores…
” What is it?
Why are they ringing the bells?
Are we being attacked?
Stay here.
Bar the door.
The usurper Robb Stark is dead.
Betrayed by his bannerman.
And you take credit because you dropped a leech into the fire?
I take no credit.
I have faith, and my faith has been rewarded.
Your Grace, the world has got so far bent.
I’ve seen things crawl out of nightmares, but my eyes were open.
I don’t know if Robb Stark died because of the Red Woman’s sorcery or because at war men die all the time, but I do know that uniting the Seven Kingdoms with blood magic is wrong.
It is evil.
And you are not an evil man.
Do you know who had this table carved and painted, Ser Davos?
Aegon Targaryen.
And do you know how Aegon Targaryen conquered Westeros?
On the back of his dragon, Balerion the Dread.
He had a smaller fleet than the kings he faced and a smaller army, but he had three dragons.
Dragons are magic, Ser Davos.
My enemies have made my kingdom bleed.
I will not forget that.
I will not forgive that.
I will punish them with any arms at my disposal.
You do not need to burn the boy.
If what you say is true, a drop of his blood killed Robb Stark…
And our King is still no closer to the Iron Throne.
A great gift requires a great sacrifice.
His name is Gendry.
He’s a good lad.
A poor lad from Flea Bottom, who happens to be your nephew.
What is the life of one bastard boy against a kingdom?
Everything.
The boy must die.
What are you doing?
You’re leaving.
Is this some kind of trick?
Yes, but not on you.
Aim for that star.
Don’t stop.
There’s bread and water.
Go slow with it.
If you finish it off, no matter how thirsty you get, don’t drink seawater.
I know not to drink seawater.
Row for a full day and night and you’ll reach Rook’s Rest.
You’ll want to stop there.
Don’t.
She’ll find you.
Where should I go?
You must keep the coast on your left side until you reach King’s Landing.
The gold cloaks are looking for me.
They were looking for me for years.
Do they know your face?
No.
I’d worry more about the Red Woman.
The other way.
You ever been in a boat before?
No.
You know how to swim?
No.
Don’t fall out.
Go on.
Why are you doing this?
Because it’s right.
And because I’m a slow learner.
When you get to Flea Bottom, have a bowl of brown for me.
Horse approaching!
Halt!
Halt!
Jon!
Jon!
Jon, it’s us.
I don’t think he can see us.
Pyp?
Sam?
Hush, now.
You’re home.
Carry him inside.
Gently.
Out of the way.
Step aside, country boy.
People working here.
Cersei.
You don’t deny it?
No.
I let him go.
Your mercy saved the boy’s life.
You feel good about that?
Aye, I do.
You saved one innocent.
How many tens of thousands have you doomed?
There has got to be another way.
What other way?
Tell us about this other way.
I don’t know, Your Grace.
I can’t see the future in the fire.
Very well, Ser Davos Seaworth.
I, Stannis of the House Baratheon, First of My Name, Rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, sentence you to die.
I understand.
But since you haven’t yet unnamed me Hand of the King, it is my duty to advise you against it.
You’re gonna need me.
Take him away.
Why am I gonna need you?
My King.
It’s from Maester Aemon of the Night’s Watch.
Their Lord Commander is dead.
Took a ranging party north and never made it back.
One lad did, though.
What he saw beyond the Wall, it’s coming for all of us.
When did you learn to read?
Matthos taught me before he died, so I could be of better service to you.
This War of Five Kings means nothing.
The true war lies to the north, my King.
Death marches on the Wall.
Only you can stop him.
You can’t stop him alone.
You need someone to rebuild your army for you, someone to convince this lord and that lord to fight for you, to bring sellswords and pirates to your side.
I’ve made my decision.
He’s right.
You need him.
He has a part to play in the war to come.
You see, Ser Davos?
You’ve been saved by that fire god you like to mock.
You’re in His army now.
They will come, Your Grace.
When they’re ready.
Perhaps they didn’t want to be conquered.
You didn’t conquer them.
You liberated them.
People learn to love their chains.
This is Daenerys Targaryen, the Stormborn, the Unburnt, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, the Mother of Dragons.
It is to her you owe your freedom.
No.
You do not owe me your freedom.
I cannot give it to you.
Your freedom is not mine to give.
It belongs to you and you alone.
If you want it back, you must take it for yourselves.
Each and every one of you.
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
What does it mean?
It is old Ghiscari, Khaleesi.
It means “mother.
” It’s all right.
These people won’t hurt me.
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Fly Let me pass.
Mhysa.
Mhysa.
Mhysa.
Mhysa.
Mhysa.
Mhysa.
Mhysa.
Mhysa.
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!
Mhysa!

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«Las lluvias de Castamere»

9 The Rains of Castamere 

«Las lluvias de Castamere»
​ David Nutter David Benioff y D. B. Weiss
2 de junio de 2013

Durante la boda de Edmure Tully y Roslin Frey, los Stark planean cambiar la marcha de la guerra con los Lannister. En el Muro, la lealtad de Jon Nieve será puesta a prueba y al otro lado del mundo, Daenerys planea su invasión de la ciudad de Yunkai.



[Opening Credits]

[First scene shows the location of Casterly Rock (ancestral seat of House Lannister) on a giant map of Westeros. There are several game pieces representing different House sigils located on different parts of the map. ROBB STARK and CATELYN STARK are at a campsite, within a tent lit up by candles]

CATELYN: Are you sure about this?

ROBB: No.

CATELYN: It's dangerous.

[ROBB nods in agreement]

ROBB: If we take Tywin's castle from him, the lords of Westeros will realize he's not invincible. Take his home, take his gold, take his power.

CATELYN: Why are you telling me?

[ROBB pauses then walks around CATELYN]

ROBB: You begged me not to send Theon to negotiate with his father and I ignored your advice.

[ROBB pours himself something to drink]

ROBB: Now Winterfell is burned to the ground. The North is overrun with Ironborn and Bran and Rickon are gone.

[ROBB pauses]

ROBB: So, Casterly Rock? I'm asking your advice.

[CATELYN pauses, staring at ROBB. She then looks at the map]

CATELYN: We have enough men?

[ROBB grabs a House Frey piece]

ROBB: If Walder Frey cooperates.

CATELYN: If Walder Frey cooperates.

[Close up shots of the map showing the sigils of House Stark, House Frey and House Lannister]

CATELYN: If reinforcements arrive from King's Landing, before we take the castle, we'll be caught between Tywin's army and the sea.

[ROBB moves the House Frey piece to the House Stark side of the map]

ROBB: We'll lose the war and die the way father died. Or worse.

[A flash of anger spreads across CATELYN's face]

CATELYN: Show them how it feels to lose what they love.

The next scene shows ROBB'S direwolf, Grey Wind, as he leads House Stark's army to The Twins castle, the ancestral seat of House Frey. [The scene shifts to the inside of The Twins, as a servant walks around with a plate of bread and salt in observation of the Westerosi tradition of "Guest Right". ROBB, his wife TALISA MAEGYR, his uncle EDMURE TULLY, his great uncle BRYNDEN "BLACKFISH" TULLY, CATELYN and the Stark army are in the presence of WALDER FREY and his family. ROBB takes a piece of bread, dips it into the salt and eats it while looking intently at WALDER]


WALDER: My honored guests, be welcome within my walls and at my table. I extend to you my hospitality and protection in the light of the Seven.

ROBB: We thank you for your hospitality, my lord.

[Servant stops in front of WALDER. He takes a piece of bread from the plate and eats it]

ROBB: I have come to make my apologies, my lord, and to beg your forgiveness.

WALDER: Don't beg my forgiveness, your Grace. It wasn't me you spurned, it was my girls.

[WALDER signals for his female relatives to appear before ROBB]

WALDER: One of them was supposed to be queen, now none of them are.

[As WALDER calls each relative by name, they briefly look up at ROBB]

WALDER: This is Arwyn, my daughter. My daughter Walda, my daughter Derwa, my daughter Waldra.

[WALDER pauses to chew]

WALDER: My eldest granddaughters Ginia and Neila.

[EDMURE intently watches the Frey women]

WALDER: Serra and Sarra, granddaughters, twins. You could have had either. Could have had both for all I care.

[EDMURE closes his eyes after hearing WALDER'S comments about his granddaughters]

WALDER: My granddaughter Marianne. My granddaughter Freya. My granddaughter...W-W-Wertha? Waldra? Waldina?

[WALDER guessing at his granddaughter's name. EDMURE raises his eyebrows]

MERRY: I'm Merry.

WALDER: Fine. And here's my youngest daughter Shirei, though she hasn't bled yet. Clearly you don't have the patience for all that.

[ROBB looks at the Frey women]

ROBB: My ladies. All men should keep their word, kings most of all. I was pledged to marry one of you and I broke that vow. The fault is not with you. Any man would be lucky to have any one of you. I did what I did not to slight you, but because I loved another. I know these words cannot set right the wrong I have done to you and your house. I beg your forgiveness and pledge to do all I can to make amends so the Freys of the Crossing and the Starks of Winterfell may once again be friends.

[WALDER claps to signal the dismissal of the Frey women]

WALDER: Very good.

[WALDER focuses on TALISA]

WALDER: There she is. Come closer, let me have a look at you.

[TALISA takes a couple of steps towards WALDER. WALDER moves forward in his seat and squints]

WALDER: Still can't see you. Old eyes.

[TALISA looks at ROBB who nods. Frey men look on as she takes a couple more steps towards WALDER. She bows her head]

WALDER: Love. That's what the Starks of Winterfell call it, eh? Heh. Very honorable, I call it a pretty face. Mmmm, very pretty. Prettier than this lot, that's for sure. Very shapely as well. Oh, you try to hide her under that dress. If you wanted to hide her, you shouldn't have brought her here in the first place.

[WALDER leans forward with a grin]

WALDER: I can always see what's going on beneath a dress. Been at this a long time. I bet when you take that dress off, everything stays right where it is. Doesn't drop an inch.

[WALDER grins, ROBB visibly uncomfortable]

WALDER: Your king says he betrayed me for love. I say he betrayed me for firm tits and a tight fit.

[ROBB starts to step forward before CATELYN stops him]

WALDER: And I can respect that. When I was your age, I'd have broken fifty oaths to get into that without a second thought. Well, I've enough room in the hall for you lot. We'll set up tents outside with food and ale for the rest of your men.

[ROBB visibly angry]

ROBB: Thank you, my lord.

[WALDER stands up and claps]

WALDER: Well, let's get ready. The wine will flow red and the music will play loud and we'll put this mess behind us.

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[Scene changes to the desert outside of the city of Yunkai on the continent of Essos. An army of Unsullied are standing guard outside of DAENERYS TARGARYEN'S tent. Inside her tent are her closest advisers: DAARIO NAHARIS, BARRISTAN SELMY, JORAH MORMONT and GREY WORM. They are looking at a map of Yunkai]

DAENERYS: Where?

[DAARIO points at a location on the map]

DAARIO: There.

[DAARIO gets closer to DAENERYS, grabs and guides her hand to the location he was referring to. JORAH watches him closely]

DAARIO: There, it's a back gate. My men use it when they visit Yunkai's bed slaves.

JORAH: Your men but not you?

DAARIO: I have no interest in slaves. A man cannot make love to property.

[DAENERYS briefly looks up at DAARIO and JORAH briefly looks at her]

DAARIO: This is where we enter the city. Very few guards, they know me. They let me inside.

BARRISTAN: We're not gonna sneak an army through a back gate.

DAARIO: I kill the guards. I take your two best men and lead them through the back streets, which I know well, and open the front gates.

[DAARIO nods at JORAH and GREY WORM. JORAH looks at GREY WORM who briefly looks back]

DAARIO: Then comes the army. Once the walls are breached, the city will fall in hours.

JORAH: Or perhaps you'll lead Grey Worm and me to the slaughter, cutting the head off our army. The masters of Yunkai will pay you your fee and you won't have to split it three ways cause you've already slaughtered your partners.

DAARIO: You have a very suspicious mind. In my experience, only dishonest people think this way.

[JORAH sighs and looks at Grey Worm]

JORAH: You command the Unsullied. What do you think?

DAENERYS: [Speaking to Grey Worm in Valyrian] Lo jention mirre nūmāzme ēza, iderenna qopsa verdagon issa.

GREY WORM: [In Valyrian] I trust him.

DAENERYS: [Speaking in the Common Tongue (in this case, English) again] You leave tonight.

JORAH: Very good. We'll prepare.

[DAENERYS' advisers start to leave. DAARIO grins at DAENERYS who looks back at him. BARRISTAN walks towards JORAH]

BARRISTAN: Ser Jorah. You can use an extra sword.

JORAH: You're the Queensguard, Ser Barristan. Your place is by the Queen. If we are truly her loyal servants, we'll do whatever needs to be done. No matter the cost, no matter our pride.

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[Scene shifts to Beyond The Wall in the North. SAMWELL TARLY, GILLY and her baby are walking south towards Castle Black]

SAMWELL: We're west of Castle Black, but the Nightfort's closest to us. It was the first castle on the Wall. The Watch abandoned it during the reign of King Jaehaerys I. Too big, impossible to maintain. Other than Castle Black itself, the Nightfort's the perfect castle for us. It's got a secret sally port, the Black Gate, as old as the Wall itself. No one's used it for centuries, most likely. It leads through the Wall right down into the Nightfort, if no one knows how to find it, which, it just so happens I do.

[GILLY stops and looks at SAMWELL in a confused manner]

GILLY: How do you know all that?

SAMWELL: I read about it in a very old book.

GILLY: You know all that from staring at marks on paper?

SAMWELL: Yes.

GILLY: You're like a wizard.

[SAMWELL smiles. Next shot, GILLY and SAMWELL gaze up at the Wall]

GILLY: Our father used to tell us that no wildling ever looked upon the Wall and lived. Here we are. Alive.

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[Scene changes to SANDOR "THE HOUND" CLEGANE and ARYA STARK on horseback in the Riverlands, on their way to The Twins, where THE HOUND plans on returning ARYA to her mother and brother in the hopes of receiving some reward. They see a PIG FARMER along the way who's having trouble with the wheel spokes on his cart]

THE HOUND: Remember what happens to children who run. I'm your father and I'll do the talking.

[THE HOUND hands the horse reins to ARYA and walks over to the PIG FARMER]

PIG FARMER: The roads have gone right to hell, haven't they? Cracked three spokes this morning.

THE HOUND: Need a hand?

PIG FARMER: Need about eight hands.

[THE HOUND lifts the cart up]

PIG FARMER: Got to get this salt pork to The Twins in time for the wedding.

[PIG FARMER fixes the wheel, THE HOUND sets the cart down]

PIG FARMER: Many thanks.

[THE HOUND punches the PIG FARMER in the face, knocking him to the ground. THE HOUND then unsheathes his dagger and prepares to kill him, prompting ARYA to intervene]

ARYA: Don't! Don't kill him.

THE HOUND: Dead rats don't squeak.

ARYA: You're so dangerous, aren't you? Saying scary things to little girls. Killing little boys and old people. A real hard man you are.

THE HOUND: More than anyone you know.

ARYA: You're wrong. I know a killer. A real killer.

THE HOUND: That so?

ARYA: You'd be like a kitten to him. He'd kill you with his little finger.

[THE HOUND looks at the PIG FARMER on the ground]

THE HOUND: That him?

[Confused, ARYA turns her head to look down at the PIG FARMER]

ARYA: No.

THE HOUND: Good.

[THE HOUND again tries to approach the PIG FARMER in order to kill him but ARYA again intervenes pushing him back]

ARYA: Don't kill him! Please. Please don't.

[THE HOUND pauses then sheathes his dagger]

THE HOUND: You're very kind. Someday it'll get you killed.

[PIG FARMER starts to regain consciousness. ARYA grabs a piece of wood from the cart and hits him across the face with it, knocking him out again. She then walks back to the horse as THE HOUND looks on surprised]

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[Scene changes to the North, south of the wall. BRAN STARK, RICKON STARK, HODOR, JOJEN REED, MEERA REED and OSHA are walking past a windmill]

OSHA: Where are we?

BRAN: The Gift, I think. Brandon The Builder gave all this land south of the Wall to the Night’s Watch for their sustenance and support. Maester Luwin taught me that.

JOJEN: Doesn’t seem to be supporting anyone at the moment.

MEERA: It’s good land and there’s no war up here. Why leave?

BRAN: Wildlings.

[BRAN looks at OSHA who stares back at him]

BRAN: Sorry. But they come over the Wall and raid, steal, carry off women.

RICKON: Old Nan said they turn your skull into a cup and make you drink your own blood from it.

[OSHA stares at RICKON who looks back at her]

RICKON: That’s what Old Nan said.

JOJEN: There’s a storm coming.

BRAN: I don’t see any.

[Thunder rumbling, everyone looks up at the sky and at the windmill]

MEERA: It’s as good a place to shelter as any.

[They begin walking back towards the windmill. OSHA puts her hand on RICKON’S head]

OSHA: We can drink some blood while we wait. I don’t need much.

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[Scene changes showing ORELL’S eagle circling over an old horse breeder’s home. JON SNOW, TORMUND GIANTSBANE, ORELL, YGRITTE are hiding, waiting for ORELL’S scouting report]

ORELL: Only one old man and eight good horses.

TORMUND: What’s one old man doing with eight horses?

JON: He breeds them for the Watch.

YGRITTE: How’s he keep folks from stealing them?

JON: The Watch protects him.

ORELL: Not today they don’t. He’s selling horses, he’s got some gold in there.

TORMUND: And proper steel.

ORELL: Let’s carve him up.

JON: We just take the horses and go. The old man’s no threat.

[ORELL looks at TORMUND]

ORELL: I keep telling you.

[YGRITTE looks at JON]

YGRITTE: He’s an old man. A spear through the heart’s a better way to die than coughing up your last with no one but your horses to hear.

[JON looks at TORMUND]

JON: The Watch might send a few men looking for a horse thief. They’ll send a lot more to hunt down murderers.

TORMUND: I hope so. Killing crows in their castle is tough. Killing them out here in the open, that’s what we do.

[TORMUND announces to the rest of the wildlings]

TORMUND: Spread out. Surround the hut and move in.

[The wildlings run towards the OLD MAN’S home. JON smacks his sword, Longclaw, against a rock to alert the OLD MAN and his horses. Upon hearing his horses moving about, the OLD MAN steps outside and sees the wildlings running towards his home. He gets on one of the horses and starts riding off. YGRITTE preps her bow and arrow, aiming for the OLD MAN]

JON: Ygritte!

[JON intervenes and YGRITTE hits a tree instead]

TORMUND: Clear the barn!

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[Scene changes to ARYA looking at The Twins. They’re relatively close. Meanwhile, THE HOUND eats pig feet by the cart. ARYA walks back to THE HOUND]

ARYA: No one’s going to believe you’re a hog farmer if you eat them all.

[THE HOUND waves a pig’s foot at ARYA]

THE HOUND: Best part of the animal.

[THE HOUND continues to eat while ARYA gazes back at the Twins]

THE HOUND: Don’t worry, they’re still there.

[ARYA angrily turns back and looks at THE HOUND]

ARYA: I know they’re still there.

THE HOUND: You check every five minutes like you’re afraid they’re gonna move.

ARYA: I’m not afraid.

THE HOUND: Of course you are. You’re almost there and you’re afraid you won’t make it. The closer you get, the worse the fear gets. No point in trying to hide behind that face. I know fear when I see it. Seen it a lot.

ARYA: I knew fear when I saw it in you. You’re afraid of fire.

[THE HOUND pauses]

ARYA: When Beric’s sword went up in flames, you looked like a scared little girl.

[ARYA moves in closer to THE HOUND]

ARYA: And I know why, too. I heard what your brother did to you. Pressed your face to the fire like you’re a nice juicy mutton chop.

THE HOUND: That give you some ideas?

[ARYA turns her back to THE HOUND]

ARYA: Might do.

THE HOUND: Go ahead then. You might get away. Might even make it there on your own. They’re just over the river. The closest you’ve been to family since Ilyn Payne snipped your daddy’s neck.

[ARYA turns around and angrily stares at THE HOUND]

ARYA: Someday I’m gonna put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull.

[THE HOUND stares back at ARYA as she walks away to get a closer look at the Twins as thunder rumbles in the sky]

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[Scene changes back to BRAN and company inside of the windmill. The storm has already begun]

BRAN: How are we going to get past the Wall? My uncle said it’s 700 feet high.

[OSHA looks at Bran and he looks at her]

BRAN: How did you get past it?

OSHA: Got in a boat and rowed past the Bay of Seals.

BRAN: It would take us two months to get to the Bay of Seals.

OSHA: Some climb straight up the ice.

[BRAN looks at HODOR]

BRAN: Even Hodor’s not strong enough to climb the Wall with me on his back.

[HODOR visibly scared of the thunder]

HODOR: Hodor!

JOJEN: Nineteen castles guard the Wall. Only three are still manned.

[HODOR still shaken from the thunder]

Hodor: Hodor!

JOJEN: One of those abandoned fortresses will give us a way through.

BRAN: My uncle said the gates were sealed with ice and stone when the castles were deserted.

[MEERA looks at Bran]

MEERA: Well, we’ll have to open them up again.

[MEERA gazes outside and sees the OLD MAN on horseback]

OLD MAN: [From outside] Whoa, whoa, whoa!

MEERA: There’s a rider out there.

JOJEN: Just one?

[Thunder rumbles]

MEERA: There’s more.

HODOR: Hodor!

[Horses neighing outside. OSHA tries to quiet down HODOR]

OSHA: It’s just thunder, sweet giant.

HODOR: Hodor.

OLD MAN: [From outside] I yield. I yield.

JOJEN: Wildlings.

[OSHA starts turning her head then gazes outside]

OSHA: [To BRAN and RICKON] Where’s Shaggydog and Summer?

BRAN: Hunting.

[Thunder rumbles]

HODOR: Hodor!

[HODOR stands up]

JOJEN: Shhh, quiet, Hodor.

HODOR: Hodor!

JOJEN: [To BRAN] Make him shut up. If they hear us…

BRAN: [To Hodor] Hush, Hodor. No, no more Hodoring.

[OSHA tries to hold HODOR back but he pushes her aside and starts yelling and moving around anxiously]

HODOR: Hodor!

[HODOR continues Hodoring]

BRAN: Hodor, calm down.

OSHA: You need to keep quiet.

JOJEN: They’re gonna hear us.

[HODOR continues Hodoring. ORELL hears voices coming out of the windmill. He stops and looks up]

BRAN: Hodor, be quiet.

[HODOR continues Hodoring]

BRAN: Hodor, calm down. Hodor, be quiet!

[BRAN’S eyes roll back as he wargs into HODOR. HODOR stops making noises as he falls to his knees and then falls asleep on the ground. ORELL is still looking up at the windmill from the outside. Inside of the windmill, everybody is in shock at what just happened]

MEERA: [To BRAN] What did you do?

Bran: Nothing. I don’t know.

[The sound of a horse is heard from outside. OSHA gets near the windmill opening]

RICKON: What’s That?

OSHA: That’s a horse dying.

[Scene shifts to the wildlings who are outside of the windmill with the OLD MAN. ORELL is still looking up at the windmill]

WILDLING 1: Bring them over here.

WILDLING 2: That was the last of them. The rest are dead.

ORELL: [To TORMUND] I heard shouting up there.

TORMUND: Thunder.

ORELL: I know the difference between shouting and thunder.

TORMUND: Maybe it's ghosts.

[ORELL’s eagle is seen circling over the windmill. TORMUND approaches the OLD MAN who is sitting on the ground. He pulls a knife out on TORMUND, YGRITTE gets her bow and arrow out and aims for the OLD MAN]

TORMUND: That won’t help you, grandpa.

[TORMUND sticks his hand out, asking for the knife. The OLD MAN gives it to TORMUND, who tosses it aside]

TORMUND: Where you riding?

OLD MAN: Doesn’t matter now, does it?

TORMUND: No, it doesn’t matter now.

ORELL: Cut his throat or he’ll tell the crows we’re here.

[TORMUND unsheathes his sword]

TORMUND: You understand.

OLD MAN: Let me stand at least.

[BRAN and RICKON’S direwolves, Shaggydog and Summer, are seen hiding behind a cart, outside of the windmill]

OLD MAN: Let me go with a bit of dignity.

[TORMUND helps the OLD MAN get up. He then gets in position for the kill]

Orell: [Looks at JON] Make the crow kill him. [Walks towards JON] You’re one of us now. Prove it.

[YGRITTE, TORMUND and the OLD MAN stare back at JON. The scene changes to back inside of the windmill]

Jojen: [Looks at BRAN] The wolves are out there.

BRAN: I can’t do it by choice. I don’t know how. It happens in my dreams.

JOJEN: You’re a warg, Bran. It’s in your blood.

BRAN: I can’t.

JOJEN: You just did, with him.

[JOJEN looks at HODOR who is still resting]

JOJEN: A wolf is nothing compared to that.

[Scene switches back to outside of the windmill. JON unsheathes Longclaw. He places his sword against the OLD MAN’S neck]

OLD MAN: She looks sharp.

[JON nods his head. The OLD MAN closes his eyes and starts praying, JON hesitates]

YGRITTE: [Looks at Jon] Do it. Do it.

[JON looks back at YGRITTE]

ORELL: Told ya. He’s still one of them.

TORMUND: Go on, boy.

[JON glares back at TORMUND]

TORMUND: Go on!

[JON raises his sword but hesitates. YGRITTE shoots the OLD MAN in the chest with an arrow, killing him. This prompts ORELL and TORMUND to reach for their swords]

ORELL: He’s a crow. He’ll always be a crow. And here’s his crow wife guarding him. He’ll stab us in the back first chance he gets.

[JON and YGRITTE are standing side by side in defensive positions]

TORMUND: Kill him!

[YGRITTE prepares to shoot an arrow at either ORELL or TORMUND but JON pushes her to the ground first. JON, ORELL and the other wildlings have a sword fight while TORMUND runs towards YGRITTE. She starts yelling and screaming as TORMUND tries to restrain her]

Tormund: He’s one of them!

YGRITTE: No!

TORMUND: Do you hear me?

[YGRITTE bites TORMUND’S arm which causes him to lose his grip on her. She starts running away but TORMUND grabs her and tackles her to the ground]

TORMUND: You’re not gonna die for one of them.

[Scene switches back to inside of the windmill. Everybody is looking at BRAN]

JOJEN: Do it. They’ll find us if you don’t.

[BRAN’S eyes roll back as he wargs into Summer. Scene goes back outside to JON fighting the wildlings. Suddenly, the direwolves start attacking the wildlings. JON continues fighting ORELL until he impales him with Longclaw]

JON: You were right the whole time.

[JON twists his sword as ORELL wargs into his eagle right before dying. The eagle attacks JON, biting and scratching his face. JON tosses the eagle aside and makes a run for one of the OLD MAN’S horses. He starts riding away as TORMUND and YGRITTE look on]

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[The scene changes to Yunkai. DAARIO, JORAH and GREY WORM are outside of the back gate]

DAARIO: When you hear a songbird’s whistle, you come. I’m a great whistler, the greatest in the land.

[DAARIO approaches the back gate, a guard yells at him in Valyrian]

DAARIO: Daario Naharis.

[The guard lets DAARIO in as JORAH and GREY WORM wait. In the distance, DAARIO whistles. JORAH and GREY WORM go through the back gate and into Yunkai. They see two dead guards and DAARIO sitting down]

DAARIO: That one was quick.

[DAARIO wiping blood off his arakh, a Dothraki blade]

JORAH: There may be others.

DAARIO: I doubt it. The Yunkish prefer to let their slaves do their fighting for them.

[Suddenly, they’re surrounded by Yunkai guards. A brief fight ensues. DAARIO throws a knife by JORAH’S head, killing a Yunkai guard who was behind him. The trio defeat the first wave of guards]

JORAH: [Addressing DAARIO] That’s what you call a few guards?

[DAARIO smiles at JORAH as more Yunkish guards appear, surrounding the trio]

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[The scene changes to right outside of The Twins, where the Stark army are set up in tents and passing the time with some wrestling. It then switches to inside of The Twins, at the wedding ceremony of EDMURE and WALDER’S daughter, ROSLIN FREY. WALDER walks the bride to the altar, her face is covered with a veil. EDMURE is standing at the altar, looking worried, as ROBB and his family are looking on. ROBB turns his head back towards WALDER and ROSLIN, while ROOSE BOLTON stares at ROBB. As WALDER approaches, he trades glances with ROBB. When WALDER and ROSLIN finally reach the altar, he removes her veil. EDMURE'S fear of an ugly bride are put to rest when he finally sees how beautiful ROSLIN is. ROSLIN gets down on her knees in front of EDMURE]

ROSLIN: Lord Edmure, I hope I’m not a disappointment to you.

[EDMURE helps ROSLIN up]

EDMURE: You’re a delight to me, my lady.

[ROSLIN smiles]

SEPTON: You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.

[EDMURE removes his cloak as he goes behind ROSLIN to drape it over her shoulders. ROSLIN and ROBB trade glances. ROBB then looks at WALDER who gives him a strange look before grinning. EDMURE finishes putting the cloak on ROSLIN, then looks at CATELYN who smiles at him. He walks back to ROSLIN’S side and the SEPTON ties EDMURE and ROSLIN'S hands together]

SEPTON: In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say the words.

[EDMURE and ROSLIN turn to each other]

EDMURE & ROSLIN: Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers (I am his) and she is mine (he is mine) from this day until the end of my days.

[BLACKFISH looks at the ugly Frey women who smile back at him. He quickly turns around]

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[Scene changes to inside of the windmill. It’s nighttime. OSHA lights a candle]

MEERA: Is that safe?

OSHA: They’re long gone.

BRAN: [Looks at JOJEN] You were right. I can get inside Summer’s mind whenever I want.

JOJEN: Of course you can. North of the Wall there are wildlings who can control all sorts of animals. But you did a lot more than that. You got inside Hodor’s mind.

[Shot of HODOR still resting]

BRAN: They can’t do that north of the Wall?

JOJEN: No one can do that. Anywhere.

BRAN: [Looks at RICKON] When I was looking through Summer’s eyes, I saw Jon.

RICKON: Where?

BRAN: He was with the wildlings. They tried to kill him but he got away.

OSHA: He’ll be heading back to Castle Black then. That’s where we should go.

BRAN: For all we know, Castle Black’s already under attack. If this many wildlings got through-

OSHA: I already told you. I’m not going north of the Wall.

BRAN: Everything Jojen told me is true. You saw what I did to Hodor. I have to find the three-eyed raven.

[OSHA grabs BRAN by the hand]

OSHA: Listen to me, little lord.

BRAN: Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to come with me. It won’t be safe for Rickon.

RICKON: [Surprised] Me? I’m coming with you.

BRAN: No. You and Osha and Shaggydog head for the Last Hearth. The Umbers are our bannermen. They’ll protect you.

RICKON: I’m coming with you. I’m your brother. I have to protect you.

BRAN: Right now, I have to protect you.

[RICKON'S eyes start tearing up]

BRAN: Robb’s at war and I’m going beyond the Wall. If something happens to us, you’re the heir to Winterfell.

[RICKON shakes his head with tears in his eyes]

BRAN: [Looks at OSHA] Will you know how to find the last Hearth?

OSHA: You Southerners build your big castles and you never move. You’re easy to find.

[RICKON stands up and looks at OSHA]

RICKON: We’re not Southerners.

[RICKON turns around to look at BRAN]

RICKON: And I don’t want to leave you.

OSHA: Shhh. [She grabs RICKON by the waist and sits him on her lap] Come here, little soldier. You and me, we’re gonna have some adventures.

[RICKON starts crying. BRAN looks at OSHA]

Bran: You don’t have to do any of this.

[RICKON cries as OSHA strokes his hair]

OSHA: Your family took me in and was good to me when they had no cause to be. [To RICKON] Shhh. We’ll be fine, you and me. The Umbers are great warriors. Even I heard about them growing up. They’ll teach you how to swing a sword.

RICKON: [Crying, looks at OSHA] I know how to swing a sword.

[OSHA strokes RICKON’S hair and kisses him on the head. She then gets up and helps RICKON up as well]

BRAN: You’re leaving now? It’s the middle of the night.

OSHA: I learned to walk in darkness.

[OSHA kisses RICKON on the head again]

OSHA: Say your good-byes, little man.

[RICKON walks one step before dropping to his knees to give BRAN a tight hug. The Reeds look at BRAN and RICKON and then switch their gaze to OSHA]

Osha: [Looks at the Reeds] Keep this one safe. [MEERA gives a slight nod] He means the world to me.

[Final shot of BRAN and RICKON hugging followed by a shot of OSHA and RICKON exiting the windmill, with Shaggydog leading the way]

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[Scene shifts to DAENERYS’ tent outside of the city of Yunkai. It’s nighttime and there are Unsullied soldiers surrounding the tent. The next shot is inside of the tent. BARRISTAN is having a drink, MISSANDEI presents some food to DAENERYS who is sitting down. She suddenly gets up and ignores the food, as she approaches BARRISTAN with impatience]

Daenerys: We’ve been waiting a long time. [BARRISTAN looks at her] Haven’t we? [BARRISTAN shrugs] Well I don’t know, you tell me. How long does it take to sack a city?

[BARRISTAN briefly ponders the question before JORAH, GREY WORM and several Unsullied guards arrive. JORAH and GREY WORM are both tired and covered in blood]

JORAH: [Looks at DAENERYS] It was just as you said. They did not believe until it was too late. Their slave soldiers threw down their spears and surrendered.

[DAENERYS likes the news but her face suddenly shows some worry]

DAENERYS: And Daario Naharis?

[JORAH’S face goes from a smile to a look of shock. Suddenly, DAARIO emerges from behind the Unsullied guards, with a Yunkai flag draped over his shoulder and his face covered in blood. He walks towards DAENERYS and drops to one knee. He drapes the flag over his knee and looks up at DAENERYS]

DAARIO: The city is yours, my queen.

[DAENERYS starts to smile]

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[The scene shifts to the wedding celebration inside of The Twins. A band is playing music on the balcony of the hall. WALDER is seated on the high chair at the main table, underneath the balcony where the musicians are playing. Seated to his left are ROSLIN and EDMURE. Seated to his right is his wife, JOYEUSE FREY. Stark men and Frey men and women are celebrating the marriage. TALISA is seated at a table towards the front, near WALDER'S main table. Next to her is LOTHAR FREY, one of WALDER'S many sons]

TALISA: [Looking at the band and talking to LOTHAR] They’re good, aren’t they?

LOTHAR: They ought to be because they cost enough.

[ROBB takes a drink and starts laughing. Next shot is from across the hall, where ROOSE, BLACKFISH and CATELYN are seated, enjoying themselves]

BLACKFISH: Look at the crowd there.

[Seated next to BLACKFISH is WENDEL MANDERLY of House Manderly. Next to him is BLACK WALDER FREY, another one of WALDER'S sons]

CATELYN: [Looking at EDMURE and talking to BLACKFISH] He complained about this marriage the entire ride from Riverrun and now look at him.

[Shot of EDMURE whispering in ROSLIN'S ear as she smiles]

BLACKFISH: The God’s love to reward a fool.

CATELYN: [Laughs] Uncle.

BLACKFISH: What? He’s my nephew, I love him. And he’s a damned fool.

[CATELYN and BLACKFISH both laugh. A servant tries to pour some wine into ROOSE'S cup but he covers it with his hand before she can pour anything. CATELYN looks at ROOSE]

CATELYN: Don’t you drink, Lord Bolton?

ROOSE: Never do, my lady. Dulls the senses.

BLACKFISH: That’s the point. [Still talking to ROOSE while the servant pours him more wine] Didn’t you marry one of these Frey girls?

ROOSE: Aye. Lord Walder let me choose any of his granddaughters and promised me the girl’s weight in silver as a dowry. So I have a fat, young bride.

[ROOSE smiles and BLACKFISH laughs. CATELYN gives ROOSE a serious look]

CATELYN: I hope she makes you very happy.

ROOSE: Well, she’s made me very rich.

BLACKFISH: Pardon, my lord, my lady. I need to find a tree to piss on.

[BLACKFISH gets up from his seat and begins exiting the hall, as ROBB and TALISA look on]

ROBB: My mother’s alone with Roose Bolton. I should rescue her.

TALISA: Your mother is less in need of rescue than any woman I’ve ever met.

ROBB: Be kind. She’s finally starting to like you.

TALISA: And I like her. But if she had her way, I would be back in Volantis, playing my harp and you would be sitting over there [Looks at EDMURE and ROSLIN], eating blackberries out of Roslin Frey’s hand.

ROBB: Perhaps I’ve made a terrible mistake.

[TALISA gasps and tries to strike ROBB but he catches her hand]

ROBB: Striking your king is an act of treason.

[ROBB and TALISA look at each other before ROBB tries to kiss her. TALISA stops him]

TALISA: No, don’t. Don’t insult them.

WALDER: [Addressing ROBB loudly so everybody can hear] Your Grace.

[Everybody starts knocking on the tables. WALDER signals for the music and knocking to stop]

WALDER: The Septon has prayed his prayers, some words were said and Lord Edmure has wrapped my daughter in a cloak. But they are not yet man and wife. A sword needs a sheath [Everybody laughs]. And a wedding needs a bedding [Everybody cheers]. What does my sire say?

EVERYBODY: [Knocking on the tables, chanting] To bed! To bed! To bed!

ROBB: [Gets up from his seat and addresses WALDER] If you think the time is right, Lord Walder, by all means, let us bed them.

[Everybody cheers, the band starts playing celebratory music again. EDMURE smiles, ROSLIN looks concerned. Men start getting up from their seats and approach the main table]

EVERYBODY: [Chanting] To bed! To bed! To bed!

[The men pick up ROSLIN and carry her out of the hall. The women grab EDMURE and start bringing him out as well. TALISA looks worried when she sees ROSLIN being carried away. Everybody is cheering on. The men start removing some of ROSLIN'S clothes while the women start doing the same to EDMURE]

EDMURE: Ho-ho! Careful now, ladies. Once you set that monster free, there’s no caging him again [Laughs].

[ROBB looks on smiling and clapping. TALISA looks at ROBB with a worried look]

EVERYBODY: [Chanting] To bed! To bed! To bed!

[ROOSE and CATELYN look at ROSLIN and EDMURE being carried out of the hall]

CATELYN: Poor girl.

ROOSE: Every bride suffers the same. I’m sure you endured yours with grace.

CATELYN: Oh, Ned forbade it. He said it wouldn’t be right if he broke a man’s jaw on our wedding night.

[ROOSE looks at CATELYN and chuckles before walking away]

[ROBB and TALISA watch as the bedding procession is almost finished]

TALISA: That is a very strange custom.

ROBB: I suppose it does seem strange from a foreigner’s perspective.

TALISA: It seems normal to you?

ROBB: It’s tradition. [TALISA stares at ROBB] Without the bedding ceremony, there’s no real proof the lord and lady consummated their marriage.

[TALISA puts her hand on ROBB'S shoulder, runs it down his arm, before grabbing his hand and placing it on her stomach]

TALISA: No, but there are other ways of providing proof.

ROBB: Boy or girl?

TALISA: I don’t know. But if it’s a boy, I know what we should name him.

ROBB: Oh, do you? It seems to me the father should have some say in his son’s naming.

TALISA: Eddard. [Catches ROBB by surprise] Don’t you want to teach little Ned Stark how to ride horses?

ROBB: I do.

[ROBB and TALISA kiss. CATELYN looks on and smiles as BLACK WALDER walks towards the door of the hall to close it. He walks back and the band starts playing the Lannister song, “The Rains of Castamere.” The band’s expression is very serious and the song isn’t as cheerful as their previous songs. CATELYN looks up at the band with a worried expression. Scene changes to outside of The Twins, Grey Wind is locked up in a kennel, whimpering, sensing something is wrong as Frey soldiers are on the move. The scene then changes again to the main gate of The Twins, where the tents are set up and men are still celebrating. THE HOUND and ARYA approach the gate, riding the pig farmer’s cart]

THE HOUND: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[Three Frey guards stop THE HOUND and ARYA from entering The Twins]

FREY GUARD: Where are you going?

THE HOUND: Got salt pork for the feast.

FREY GUARD: The feast is over.

THE HOUND: It doesn’t sound like it’s over.

[ARYA watches as Frey soldiers run into the Twins]

FREY GUARD: If I tell you it’s over, it’s over. [Angrily] Turn this cart around and get the hell out of here.

THE HOUND: Got pig’s feet, too [ARYA looks up].

FREY GUARD: [Infuriated] Are you soft in the head? Turn this cart around!

[THE HOUND gives up. As he looks back, he notices that ARYA is not in the cart. The scene then switches back to the hall inside of The Twins. WALDER signals for everybody to be quiet. He addresses ROBB]

WALDER: Your Grace.

[WALDER stands up with a cup in his hand. Everybody takes a seat except ROBB. ROOSE returns to the hall and sits next to CATELYN]

WALDER: I feel I’ve been remiss in my duties.

[CATELYN looks scared. ROOSE slowly turns his head to look at CATELYN. He's smiling as he looks down at his arm, inviting CATELYN to take a look]

WALDER: I’ve given you meat and wine and music but I haven’t shown you the hospitality you deserve. My king has married and I owe my new queen a wedding gift.

[CATELYN pulls back ROOSE'S sleeve, she sees that he’s wearing chainmail. She starts gasping as ROOSE stares at her. She suddenly gets up from her seat and slaps ROOSE across the face, prompting him to run to the other side of the hall]

CATELYN: Robb!

[LOTHAR pulls a knife out of his sleeve and repeatedly stabs TALISA in the stomach from behind. She starts screaming as ROBB looks on in horror. As ROBB starts to approach her, the band now have crossbows and they shoot arrows at Robb, hitting him. The rest of the Frey men in the hall start slaughtering the Stark men. ROBB is repeatedly shot with arrows and falls to the ground. TALISA falls to the ground in agony. CATELYN in shock over ROBB, gets hit in the shoulder by an arrow, making her fall down. As the massacre continues, WALDER smiles and sips from his cup. The scene then switches to ARYA sneaking into The Twins. She hides behind a barrel and watches some Stark men eating with Frey men in front of the kennel that Grey Wind is in]

MAN 1: [Laughing] You ready to head home to Winterfell, eh? [Men laughing]

[ARYA grins]

MAN 2: Feast over yet, is it?

FREY MAN: Aye, it’s over! [Slit’s the throat of a Stark soldier]

[The Frey men kill the Stark men. They flip over the table and march off as ARYA hides in the shadows of the barrels. ARYA can hear Grey Wind whimpering as he tries to break out of the locked kennel. She goes behind the flipped over table and sees Grey Wind jumping up and down. Suddenly, Frey men appear with crossbows. Grey Wind growls at them before they shoot him to death. ARYA is horrified. She watches as Grey Wind takes his last breath and dies. She then notices more Frey men emerging from a doorway. She starts walking towards the doorway until THE HOUND puts his hand on her shoulder and turns her around]

THE HOUND: It’s too late.

[THE HOUND hits ARYA on the back of the head, knocking her out. He carries her over his shoulder and starts exiting The Twins. The scene then changes to CATELYN crawling underneath the table at the hall with the arrow still lodged in her shoulder. She notices JOYEUSE hiding underneath the main table. ROBB gazes at TALISA laying on the ground with her hand on her bloodied stomach. He starts crawling towards her. WALDER notices and signals for everybody to stop]

WALDER: The King in the North arises, heh heh.

[ROBB places one hand on TALISA'S stomach and lifts her head up with his other hand. She has already died. CATELYN grabs a dagger and emerges from under the table. She grabs JOYEUSE by the hair and drags her out from under the main table. CATELYN presses the dagger against JOYEUSE'S throat as WALDER looks on. The archers fix their sights on CATELYN]

CATELYN: Lord Walder! Lord Walder, enough! Let it end! Please! He is my son! [ROBB is still cradling TALISA on the floor] My first son! Let him go and I swear that we will forget this! I swear it by the Old Gods and New! We will take no vengeance.

WALDER: [Angrily] You already swore me one oath right here in my castle. You swore by all the Gods, your son would marry my daughter!

[ROBB lays TALISA'S head on the ground]

CATELYN: Take me for a hostage but let Robb go! Robb, get up! Get up and walk out! Please! Please!

WALDER: And why I would let him do that?

[CATELYN straightens up and presses the dagger harder against JOYEUSE'S neck]

CATELYN: On my honor as a Tully, on my honor as a Stark, let him go or I will cut your wife’s throat!

[ROBB starts to stand up]

WALDER: I’ll find another.

[ROBB turns to CATELYN]

ROBB: Mother.

[CATELYN turns to ROBB with tears in her eyes as ROOSE suddenly reappears in front of ROBB. He faces ROBB and grabs him by the shoulder]

ROOSE: The Lannisters send their regards.

[ROOSE thrusts a dagger into ROBB'S heart. While still staring at CATELYN, ROBB dies and collapses to the floor next to TALISA. CATELYN wails loudly while WALDER takes a sip from his cup. She slits JOYEUSE'S throat with the dagger, killing her. JOYEUSE falls to the ground with blood spraying from her neck and CATELYN drops the dagger. She looks on hopelessly, in a dreary daze. After a long pause, BLACK WALDER finally emerges behind CATELYN and slits her throat, killing her. She falls to the floor with blood spraying from her neck]

[Cut To Black]

[End Credits. No music]

«Los segundos hijos»

8 Second Sons 

«Los segundos hijos»
Michelle MacLaren David Benioff y D. B. Weiss
19 de mayo de 2013

Arya descubre el lugar al que el Perro la lleva. Daenerys conoce a la compañía de mercenarios, Segundos Hijos. Sus líderes en secreto formulan un plan para asesinarla. Stannis libera a Davos y le cuenta sus planes sobre sacrificar a Gendry. Tyrion y Sansa se unen en matrimonio. En el Norte, Samwell se enfrenta a un enemigo poderoso.

S03E08 – Second Sons

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I’ll give you one try, girl.
Kill me and you’re free.
But if I live, I’ll break both your hands.
Go on, hit me.
Hit me hard.
Sulk all you want.
The truth is, you’re lucky.
You don’t want to be alone out here, girl.
Someone worse than me would find you.
There’s no one worse than you.
You never knew my brother.
He once killed a man for snoring.
There’s plenty worse than me.
There’s men who like to beat little girls, men who like to rape them.
I saved your sister from some of them.
You’re lying.
Ask her, if you ever see her again.
Ask her who came back for her when the mob had her on her back.
They would have taken her every which way and left her there with her throat cut open.
Is that the Blackwater?
The Blackwater?
Where do you think I’m taking you?
Back to King’s Landing, to Joffrey and the Queen.
Fuck Joffrey.
Fuck the Queen.
That’s the Red Fork.
I’m taking you to the Twins.
But why?
Your mother and brother will be there, and they’ll pay me for you.
Why would they be at the Twins?
Those outlaws you love so much never told you?
The whole countryside is yapping about it.
Your uncle is marrying one of the Frey girls.
So quit trying to bash my skull in, and we might just make it there in time for the wedding.
Men who fight for gold have neither honour nor loyalty.
They cannot be trusted.
They can be trusted to kill you if they’re well paid.
The Yunkish are paying them well.
You know these men?
Only by the broken swords on their banners.
They’re called the Second Sons.
A company led by a Braavosi named Mero, the Titan’s Bastard.
Is he more titan or bastard?
He’s a dangerous man, Khaleesi.
They all are.
How many?
,, Your Grace.
Armoured and mounted.
Enough to make a difference?
It’s hard to collect wages from a corpse.
I’m sure the sellswords prefer to fight for the winning side.
I imagine you’re right.
I’d like to talk to the Titan’s Bastard about winning.
He may not agree to meet.
He will.
A man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl.
Your Grace, allow me to present the captains of the Second Sons, Mero of Braavos, Prendahl na Ghezn, and, um…
Daario Naharis.
You are the Mother of Dragons?
I swear I fucked you once in a pleasure house in Lys.
Mind your tongue.
Why?
I didn’t mind hers.
She licked my ass like she was born to do it.
You, slave girl, bring wine.
We have no slaves here.
You’ll all be slaves after the battle, unless I save you.
Take your clothes off and come and sit on Mero’s lap, and I may give you my Second Sons.
Give me your Second Sons and I may not have you gelded.
Ser Barristan, how many men fight for the Second Sons?
Under ,, Your Grace.
We have more, don’t we?
, Unsullied.
I’m only a young girl, new to the ways of war, but perhaps a seasoned captain like yourself can explain to me how you propose to defeat us.
I hope the old man is better with a sword than he is with a lie.
You have , Unsullied.
You’re very young to be a captain.
He’s not a captain.
He’s a lieutenant.
Even if your numbers are right, the odds don’t favour your side.
The Second Sons have faced worse odds and won.
The Second Sons have faced worse odds and run.
Or you could fight for me.
We’ve taken the slavers’ gold.
We fight for Yunkai.
I would pay you as much and more.
Our contract is our bond.
If we break our bond, no one will hire the Second Sons again.
Ride with me and you’ll never need another contract.
You’ll have gold and castles and lordships of your choosing when I take back the Seven Kingdoms.
You have no ships.
You have no siege weapons.
You have no cavalry.
A fortnight ago, I had no army.
A year ago, I had no dragons.
You have two days to decide.
Show me your cunt.
I want to see if it’s worth fighting for.
My Queen, shall I slice out his tongue for you?
These men are our guests.
You seem to be enjoying my wine.
Perhaps you’d like a flagon to help you ponder.
Only a flagon?
And what are my brothers in arms to drink?
A barrel, then.
Good.
The Titan’s Bastard does not drink alone.
In the Second Sons, we share everything.
After the battle, maybe we’ll all share you.
I’ll come looking for you when this is over.
Ser Barristan, if it comes to battle, kill that one first.
Gladly, Your Grace.
Half Robert, half lowborn.
Show the boy to his chambers.
Have the maids draw him a bath and find him some decent clothes.
I’ll come visit you soon.
What do you mean to do with him?
You know.
Then why bathe him and dress him in fine clothes?
If it needs to be done, do it.
Don’t torture the boy.
Have you ever slaughtered a lamb, my king?
No.
If the lamb sees the knife, she panics.
Her panic seeps into her meat, darkens it, fouls the flavour.
You’ve slaughtered many lambs?
And none have seen the blade.
“And though “Visenya “Targaryen “rode “Vhagar “Vhag…
” Fuck me.
“Visenya Targaryen “rode Vhagar, “the smallest of the dragons, “though still “large “enough “to swallow a horse whole.
” Your Grace.
They feeding you enough?
Two meals a day.
Cold for breakfast, hot for supper.
I cannot complain.
You don’t belong in a place like this.
Well, it’s sad to say, but I’ve seen worse.
Yeah.
I’m sorry about your son.
Didn’t get the chance to tell you before.
Good lad.
Loyal lad.
Melisandre’s returned.
I didn’t know she’d been gone.
Came back with a bastard boy.
Robert’s bastard boy.
Why?
She says there’s power in king’s blood.
She’s going to kill him.
Sacrifice him.
Forgive me, Your Grace, I’m not a learned man, but is there a difference between kill and sacrifice?
The boy is your nephew.
What of it?
We’re at war.
Why should I spare the son of some tavern slut Robert bedded one drunken night?
Because he has your blood in his veins.
So did Renly.
Renly wronged you.
Renly declared himself king when the throne belonged to you.
He raised an army, stole your bannermen.
This boy has done you no harm.
He’s an innocent.
How many boys live in Westeros?
How many girls?
How many men?
How many women?
The darkness will devour them all, she says.
The night that never ends.
Unless I triumph.
I never asked for this.
No more than I asked to be king.
We do not choose our destiny, but we must do our duty, no?
Great or small, we must do our duty.
What’s one bastard boy against a kingdom?
Your Grace, why did you come to see me today?
I came to free you.
If you swear never to raise your hand to the Lady Melisandre again.
I swear it.
I can’t swear never to speak against her.
You have little regard for your own life.
Quite little, Your Grace.
Verging on none.
You could have freed me yesterday or tomorrow, but you came to me now before this boy is put to the knife because you knew I’d counsel restraint.
You came to hear me say it because you believe it yourself.
You’re not a man who slaughters innocents for gain or glory.
When my son was five, he said to me, “I don’t ever want to die.
” I wanted to say to him, “You won’t, child.
You won’t ever.
” I hated the idea of him lying awake in the dark, afraid.
I think mothers and fathers made up the Gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.
I saw a vision in the flames.
A great battle in the snow.
I saw it.
And you saw whatever she gave birth to.
I never believed, but when you see the truth, when it’s right there in front of you, as real as these iron bars, how can you deny her god is real?
That dragon bitch.
She talks too much.
You talk too much.
She won’t talk so much when she’s choking on my cock.
, Unsullied stand between her and your cock.
My cock will find a way.
Tell him.
Is there any place that my cock can’t reach?
She’ll tell me whatever you pay her to tell me.
Daario Naharis, the whore who doesn’t like whores.
I like them very much.
I just refuse to pay them.
And I’m no whore, my friend.
She sells her sheath, and you sell your blade.
What’s the difference?
I fight for beauty.
For beauty?
We fight for gold.
The Gods gave men two gifts to entertain ourselves before we die, the thrill of fucking a woman who wants to be fucked and the thrill of killing a man who wants to kill you.
You’ll die young.
What do we do about the dragon girl?
We can’t beat , Unsullied on the battlefield.
There won’t be a battle, and we don’t have to deal with her eunuchs.
We only have to deal with her.
She’s wellguarded.
Tonight’s a new moon.
One of us slips into her camp past her Unsullied and her knights.
Which one of us?
Close your eyes, love.
Three coins.
A coin from Meereen, a coin from Volantis, and a coin from Braavos.
The Braavosi does the deed.
One for each of us, darling.
No peeking.
Do you hear me?
Follow my voice.
I’m right here.
You have something for me?
Valar Morghulis.
Lady Sansa.
You look very handsome, my lord.
Oh, yes.
The husband of your dreams.
But you do look glorious.
Perhaps we could have a moment alone.
Do you mind?
Podrick, could you escort Lady Stark’s handmaiden?
My lady, I want you to know I didn’t ask for this.
I hope I will not disappoint you, my lord.
No, don’t.
You don’t have to speak to me as a prisoner any more.
You won’t be a prisoner after today.
You’ll be my wife.
I suppose that’s a different kind of prison.
I just wanted to say…
I’m just trying to say, very badly…
I just…
Just want to say I know how you feel.
I doubt that very much, my lord.
You’re right.
I have no idea how you feel.
And you have no idea how I feel.
But I promise you one thing, my lady.
I won’t ever hurt you.
Do you drink wine?
When I have to.
Well, today you have to.
You look radiant, Your Grace.
Radiant?
Why radiant?
It’s the word that came to mind.
We’re going to be sisters soon.
We should be friends.
You’re a musical girl, aren’t you?
I imagine you have a lovely voice.
A better dancer than a singer, I’m afraid.
But you know the song The Rains of Castamere?
Of course.
They play it so often here at court.
So you know the story of House Reyne of Castamere?
Not as well as you, I’m sure.
House Reyne was a powerful family.
Very wealthy.
The second wealthiest in Westeros.
Aren’t the Tyrells the second wealthiest family in Westeros now?
Ambitious climbers don’t want to stop on the second highest rung.
If only you could take that final step, you’d see further than all the rest.
You’d be alone with nothing but blue sky above you.
So Lord Reyne built a castle as grand as Casterly Rock.
He gave his wife diamonds larger than any my mother ever wore.
And finally one day, he rebelled against my father.
Do you know where House Reyne is now?
Gone.
Gone.
A gentle word.
Why not say “slaughtered”?
Every man, woman, and child put to the sword.
I remember seeing their bodies hanging high above the gates of Casterly Rock.
My father let them rot up there all summer.
It was a long summer.
“And now the rains weep o’er their halls, and not a soul to hear.
” If you ever call me “sister” again, I’ll have you strangled in your sleep.
What are you doing?
Your father’s gone.
As the father of the realm, it is my duty to give you away to your husband.
You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.
Uh…
Could you…
Thank you.
Your Grace, Your Grace, my lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife.
One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.
Have you ever seen one like it?
I’ve never seen anything like any of this.
Not in my life.
It’s shocking, isn’t it, the first time you encounter real wealth?
When I was your age, I lived on one bowl of stew a day.
And stew is a kind word for it.
In Flea Bottom we called them “bowls of brown.
” We’d pretend that the meat in them was chicken.
We knew it wasn’t chicken.
Here, taste this.
You think I’m trying to poison you?
That’s good.
That’s really good.
Where do you think it’s from?
I couldn’t even guess.
Doesn’t matter, does it?
It’s the real thing or it’s not.
You only need a tongue to tell the difference.
Go on, have some more.
You still don’t trust it.
You think this is all a mistake that you have to pay for every bite you take.
That thought had crossed my mind, yeah.
There are no mistakes.
Not for us.
I’m a mistake.
I’m only here because my father grabbed my mother instead of the girl next to her in the tavern.
Your father chose your mother because the Lord of Light willed it.
He willed it so you could be here right now with a power inside you you can’t even begin to understand.
And He brought me here to draw it from you and birth it into the world.
We’re both a part of His plan.
He wants this for us.
No, He demands this of us.
I don’t understand.
This…
This doesn’t seem very religious.
According to whom?
The Silent Sisters?
With their stern looks, muzzled mouths, and driedup cunts?
What have their gods done for you?
Mmm?
When you pray to them, what’s their answer?
A god is real or he’s not.
You only need eyes to see.
Death is coming for everyone and everything.
A darkness that will swallow the dawn.
And we can stop it, you and I.
Let me show you what you have inside you.
Come fight death with me.
What are you doing?
You have to trust me.
What…
Get it away.
Get it off me.
Don’t fight, don’t fight.
They won’t take much.
Why are you doing this?
I told you there’s power in the blood of kings.
And you have so much blood.
No.
No, no, no, no!
Not there.
Not there!
You can blame Ser Davos.
He didn’t believe in the power of king’s blood.
He wanted a demonstration.
Please.
Please, Your Grace.
My lord!
The usurper Robb Stark.
The usurper Balon Greyjoy.
The usurper Joffrey Baratheon.
So their son will be your nephew.
After you’re wed to Cersei, of course.
And you will be the King’s stepfather and brotherinlaw.
When you marry the King, Joffrey’s mother will become his sisterinlaw and your son will be Loras’ nephew?
Grandson?
I’m not sure.
But your brother will become your fatherinlaw.
That much is beyond dispute.
Will you pardon me, my lord?
Of course.
Of course.
Enjoy.
Perhaps you could talk to your bridetobe instead.
I’ve got a lifetime for that.
Stay.
You seem rather drunk.
Rather less than I plan to be.
Isn’t it a man’s duty to be drunk at his own wedding?
This isn’t about your wedding.
Renly Baratheon had a wedding.
Your wife needs a child, a Lannister child, as soon as possible.
And?
If you’re going to give her one, you need to perform.
What did you once call me?
A drunken little lustfilled beast.
More than once.
There you have it.
Nothing to worry about.
Drinking and lust, no man can match me in these things.
I am the god of tits and wine.
I shall build a shrine to myself at the next brothel I visit.
You can drink, you can joke, you can engage in juvenile attempts to make your father uncomfortable, but you will do your duty.
Well…
My father once told me…
Nobody cares what your father once told you.
Congratulations, my lady.
Thank you, Your Grace.
Well, you’ve done it.
You’ve married a Lannister.
Soon you’ll have a Lannister baby.
It’s a dream come true for you, isn’t it?
What a glorious day.
Yes, Your Grace.
I suppose it doesn’t really matter which Lannister puts the baby into you.
Maybe I’ll pay you a visit tonight after my uncle passes out.
How’d you like that?
You wouldn’t?
That’s all right.
Ser Meryn and Ser Boros will hold you down.
Time for the bedding ceremony.
Ah!
There will be no bedding ceremony.
Where’s your respect for tradition, Uncle?
Come, everyone.
Pick her up and carry her to her wedding bed.
Get rid of her gown.
She won’t be needing it any longer.
Ladies, attend to my uncle.
He’s not heavy.
There will be no bedding ceremony.
There will be if I command it.
Then you’ll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock.
What did you say?
What did you say?
I believe we can dispense with the bedding, Your Grace.
I’m sure Tyrion did not mean to threaten the King.
A bad joke, Your Grace.
Made out of envy of your own royal manhood.
Mine is so small.
My poor wife won’t even know I’m there.
Your uncle is clearly quite drunk, Your Grace.
I am.
Guilty.
But…
But it is my wedding night.
My tiny drunk cock and I have a job to do.
Come, wife.
I vomited on a girl once in the middle of the act.
Not proud of it.
But I think honesty is important between a man and wife, don’t you agree?
Come, I’ll tell you all about it.
Put you in the mood.
Is that wise, my lord?
Tyrion, Sansa.
My name is Tyrion.
Is that wise, Tyrion?
Nothing was ever wiser.
Astoundingly long.
What?
Neck.
You have one.
How old are you exactly?
.
Well, talk won’t make you any older.
My lord father has commanded me to consummate this marriage.
Stop.
I can’t.
I could, I won’t.
But your father…
If my father wants someone to get fucked, I know where he can start.
I won’t share your bed.
Not until you want me to.
What if I never want you to?
And so my watch begins.
Nineteen?
Yes, Your Grace.
How can anyone speak languages?
It only took Your Grace a year to learn Dothraki reasonably well.
Yes, well, it was either learn Dothraki or grunt at my husband and hope…
What do you mean, “reasonably well”?
Dothraki is difficult for the mouth to master.
So guttural and harsh.
Drogo said I spoke Dothraki like one born to it.
It gave him great pride.
Athjahakar.
Athjahaka.
Athjahakar.
Athjahakar.
Well, I suppose I’m a bit out of practice.
Your High Valyrian is very good, Your Grace.
The Gods could not devise a more perfect tongue.
It is the only proper language for poetry.
No screaming, or she dies.
What do you want?
You.
Let her go.
Don’t scream, lovely girl.
You were sent here to kill me?
So why haven’t you?
I don’t want to.
What do your captains have to say about that?
You should ask them.
Why?
We had philosophical differences.
Over what?
Your beauty.
It meant more to me than it did to them.
You’re a strange man.
I’m the simplest man you’ll ever meet.
I only do what I want to do.
And this is supposed to impress me?
Yes.
Why would I trust a man who murders his comrades?
They ordered me to murder you.
I told them I preferred not to.
They told me I had no choice.
I told them I am Daario Naharis.
I always have a choice.
They drew their swords and I drew mine.
Will you fight for me?
Swear to me.
The Second Sons are yours, and so is Daario Naharis.
My sword is yours, my life is yours, my heart is yours.
You really ought to knock.
I brought your breakfast.
It’s getting dark.
We could stay here for the night.
How hard can it be to build a fire?
It doesn’t matter.
Come under the furs.
We can keep each other warm.
He winked at me before.
I doubt it.
I saw him wink at me.
He blinked.
I suppose it’s a rather philosophical difference between a wink and a blink.
A what?
Well, I mean, there’s no real difference.
A wink is on purpose.
You thought of a name yet?
It would be easier to refer to him if he had a name.
Sometimes do you talk fancy on purpose to confuse me?
What?
No.
This is just the way I talk.
I’ll build that fire.
Don’t you think he should have a name?
I don’t know many boys’ names.
Let’s see, there’s Duncan, Kevan, Jon…
Guymon, Feldan, Tristifer.
Craster.
Uh…
Yes.
Maybe that’s not…
Mormont.
That’s a lovely idea, but Mormont’s a last name.
Why is it a last name?
Well, it’s a family name.
For instance, I’m Samwell Tarly.
Samwell is my birth name and Tarly is my family name.
You see?
So my father is also a Tarly.
His name is Samwell Tarly, too?
No, Randyll Tarly.
Randyll is a handsome name.
Please don’t name him Randyll.
Is your father cruel, like mine?
Different manner of cruel.
Not Randyll, then.
Don’t.
Don’t go out there.
I’ll be back.
I just want to look.
Go inside.
Go back inside.
I’ll…
It’s come for the baby.
Stay back!
You stay back!
No, you can’t have him!
No!
No!