Game of Thrones (2011–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Game of Thrones - full transcript

Eddard investigates Jon Arryn's murder. Jon befriends Samwell Tarly, a coward who has come to join the Night's Watch.

Are you wondering how healthy the food you are eating is? Check it -
(Bird cawing)

(Nan) The IittIe Iord's
been dreaming again.


- We have visitors.
- I don't want to see anyone.

If I was cooped up all day

with no one but this old bat
for company, I'd go mad.

Anyway, you don't have a choice.
Robb's waiting.

- I don't want to go.
- Neither do I.

But Robb's Lord of Winterfell,

which means I do what he says,
and you do what l say.


- Hodor?
- Help Bran down the hall.


(Tyrion) I must say I received
a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit.

(Robb) Any man of the Night's Watch
is weIcome at WinterfeII.

Any man of the Night's Watch,
but not l, eh, boy?

I'm not your boy, Lannister.

I'm Lord of Winterfell
while my father is away.

- Then you might learn a lord's courtesy.
- (Door opens)

So it's true.

Hello, Bran.

Do you remember anything
about what happened?

He has no memory of that day.

- Curious.
- Why are you here?

Would your charming companion
be so kind as to kneel?

- My neck is beginning to hurt.
- KneeI, Hodor.

- Do you like to ride, Bran?
- Yes.

Well, I mean I did like to.

- The boy has lost the use of his legs.
- What of it?

With the right horse and saddle,
even a crippIe can ride.

- I'm not a cripple.
- Then I'm not a dwarf.

My father will rejoice to hear it.

I have a gift for you.

Give that to your saddler.
He'll provide the rest.

You must shape
the horse to the rider.

Start with a yearling and teach it to respond
to the reins and to the boy's voice.

- Will I really be able to ride?
- You wiII.

On horseback you will be
as taII as any of them.

Is this some kind of trick?
Why do you want to help him?

I have a tender spot in my heart
for cripples, bastards and broken things.

You've done my brother a kindness.

The hospitality of Winterfell is yours.

Spare me your false courtesies, Lord Stark.
There's a brothel outside your walls.

There l'II find a bed
and both of us can sleep easier.

Couldn't resist some northern arse?

If you like Redheads, ask for Ros.

Come to see me off, Greyjoy?
Kind of you.

Your master doesn't seem
to like Lannisters.

- He's not my master.
- No, of course not.

What happened here? Where is Lady Stark?
Why didn't she receive me?

- She wasn't feeling well.
- She's not in Winterfell, is she?

- Where did she go?
- M'lady's whereabouts. . .

M'lady? (Chuckles)

Your loyalty to your captors is touching.

Tell me, how do you think
Balon Greyjoy would feel

if he could see his only surviving son
has turned lackey?

I still remember seeing
my father's fleet burn in Lannisport.

- I believe your uncles were responsible.
- Must have been a pretty sight.

Nothing prettier
than watching sailors burn alive.

Yes, a great victory for your people.
Shame how it all turned out.

- We were outnumbered ten to one.
- A stupid rebeIIion, then.

I suppose your father realized that
when your brothers died in battle.

Now here you are,
your enemy's squire.

- Careful, Imp.
- I've offended you.

Forgive me, it's been
a rough morning.

Anyway, don't despair.

I'm a constant disappointment
to my own father

and I've learned to live with it.

- (Coin clinks)
- Your next tumble with Ros is on me.

I'll try not to wear her out.


(Jon) Shoulder, legs.

Leg, shoulder, leg.

Left foot forward. Good.

Now pivot as you deliver the stroke.
Put all your weight behind it.

What in seven hells is that?

- (Pyp) They'll need an eighth hell to fit him in.
- (Laughter)

Tell them your name.

Samwell Tarly,

of Horn HiII...
I mean, I was of Horn Hill.

I've come to take the black.

- Come to take the black pudding.
- (Laughter)

Well, you couldn't be
any worse than you look.

Rast. . .

see what he can do.


(Whimpers) I yield.

- Please, no more.
- On your feet.

Pick up your sword.

Hit him till he finds his feet.

(Samwell yelping)


It seems they've run short
of poachers and thieves down south.

- Now they send us squealing bloody pigs.
- Jon!

- Again, harder.
- (Growns)

- (Shrieks) I yield!
- Enough!

- (Samwell sobbing)
- He yielded.

Looks like the bastard's in love.

All right then, Lord Snow,

you wish to defend your lady love,
Iet's make it an exercise.

You two. Three of you
ought to be sufficient

to make lady piggy squeal.

All you've got to do is
get past the bastard.

- Are you sure you want to do this?
- No.

Yield, yield, yield!
l yieId.

We're done for today.
Go cIean the armory.

That's all you're good for.

- Well fought!
- Piss off.


- Did he hurt you?
- l've had worse.

You can call me Sam. . .
if you want.

- My mother caIIs me Sam.
- It's not going to get any easier, you know?

- You're going to have to defend yourself.
- Why didn't you get up and fight?

I wanted to.

- I just couldn't.
- Why not?

I'm a coward.

- My father always says so.
- The Wall's no place for cowards.

You're right. I'm sorry.

I just. . .wanted to thank you.

A bloody coward.

People saw us talking to him.
Now they'll think we're cowards too.

You're too stupid to be a coward.

- You're too stupid to be a. . .
- Quick now,

before summer's over. (Laughing)

Come here!

(Horse neighs)

- (Neighs)
- Hyah, hyah!

(Jorah) Vaes Dothrak -
the city of the horselords.

A pile of mud.
Mud and shit and twigs.

- Best these savages can do.
- These are my peopIe now.

- You shouldn't call them savages.
- I'll call them what I like,

because they're my people.
This is my army.

Khal Drogo is marching
the wrong way with my army.

If my brother was given
an army of Dothraki,

couId you conquer
the Seven Kingdoms?

The Dothraki have never
crossed the narrow sea.

They fear any water
their horses can't drink.

But if they did?

King Robert is fool enough
to meet them in open battle,

but the men
advising him are different.

- And you know these men?
- I fought beside them once,

long ago.

Now Ned Stark wants my head.

He drove me from my land.

You sold slaves.


- Why?
- I had no money

and an expensive wife.

And where is she now?

In another place,

with another man.

- Your Grace?
- Yes, my dear?

They call you the last dragon. . .

They do.

You have dragon's blood in your veins?

It's entirely possible.

What happened to the dragons?

I was told that brave men
kiIIed them aII.

The brave men didn't kill dragons.

The brave men rode them.

Rode them from VaIyria
to build the greatest civilization

this world has ever seen.

The breath of the greatest dragon
forged the Iron Throne,

which the Usurper is
keeping warm for me.

The swords of the vanquished,

a thousand of them. . .

meIted together
like so many candles.

I have always wanted
to see a dragon.

There's nothing in the world
that I would rather see.

Really. Why dragons?

They can fly.

And wherever they are,
just a few flaps of their wings

and they're somewhere else. . .

far away.

And they can kill.

Anyone or anything
that tries to hurt them

- gets burned away to nothing. . .
- (Gasps)

. .melted. . .

like so many candles.


Yes. Seeing a dragon
would make me very happy.

WeII, after 1 5 years
in a pleasure house,

I imagine just seeing the sky
makes you happy.

I was not locked in.
l have seen things.

- What have you seen?
- l've seen...

a man from Asshai
with a dagger of real dragonglass.

- Ooh.
- I've seen a man who could

change his face the way
that other men change their clothes.

And I've seen a pirate
who wore his weight in gold

and whose ship had
sails of colored silk.

So. . .

have you seen one?

- A pirate ship?
- A dragon.


No, the Iast one died
many years before I was born.

I'll tell you what I have seen -

their skulls.

They used to decorate
the throne room in the Red Keep.

When I was very young,
just three or four,

my father used
to walk me down the rows

and I'd recite
their names for him.

When I got them all right,
he'd give me a sweet.

The ones closest to the door
were the last ones they were able to hatch

and they were all stunted and wrong
with skulls no bigger than dog skulls.

But. . . But as you got closer
to the lron Throne...

they got bigger

and bigger and bigger.

There was Ghiscar

and Valryon,


Essovius. . . (Gasps)

. .Archonei,


Vhagar. . .

- and Balerion the Dread. . .
- (Moans)

..whose fire forged
the Seven Kingdoms

into one.

What happened to the skulls?

I don't know.

The Usurper had them
smashed to powder, I expect.

Scattered to the wind.

- That's very sad.
- Yes, it is.

What did I buy you for?

- To make me sad?
- No, Your Grace.

To, uh, teach your sister.

To teach my sister how
to be a better lover?

You think I bought you
to make Khal Drogo happy?

Oh, you pretty little idiot.


Go on, then.
Get on with it.

Someday your husband will sit there
and you wiII sit by his side.

And one day, before too long,
you will present your son to the court.

All the lords of Westeros
will gather here to see the little prince.

- What if I have a girl?
- Gods be good,

you'll have boys and girls
and plenty of them.

What if I only have girls?

I wouldn't worry about that.

Jeyne Poole's mother
had five children - all of them girls.

Yes, but it's highly unlikely.

But what if?

Well, if you only had girls,

I suppose the throne would pass
to Prince Joffrey's little brother.

And everyone would hate me.

Nobody could ever hate you.

- Joffrey does.
- Nonsense.

Why would you say such a thing?

That business with the wolves? Sansa. . .

I've told you
a hundred times -

- a direwoIf is not...
- Please shut up about it.

Do you remember your lessons?

- Who built the Iron Throne?
- Aegon the Conqueror.

- And who built the Red Keep?
- Maegor the CrueI.

And how many years
did it take to buiId...

My grandfather and uncle
were murdered here, weren't they?

They were kiIIed
on the orders of King Aerys, yes.

- The Mad King.
- Commonly known as the Mad King.

Why were they killed?

You should speak to your father
about these matters.

I don't want to speak
to my father, ever.

Sansa, you wiII
find it in your heart

- to forgive your father.
- No, l won't.

(Man) It's the Hand's Tournament
that's causing all this trouble, my lords.

The King's Tournament.
I assure you the Hand wants no part of it.

Call it what you will, Lord Stark, ser,

the city is packed with people
and more flooding in every day.

Last night we had
a tavern riot, a brothel fire,

three stabbings and a drunken horse race
down the Street of Sisters.

- Dreadful.
- If you can't keep the king's peace,

perhaps the City Watch shouId be
commanded by someone who can.

- l need more men.
- (Ned) You'll get 50.

- Lord Baelish will see it paid for.
- I will?

You found money for a champion's purse,
you can find money to keep the peace.

I'll also give you
20 of my household guard

- till the crowds have left.
- Thank you, my lord Hand, ser.

They will be put to good use.

The sooner this is over, the better.

The reaIm prospers
from such events, my lord.

They give the great a chance at glory,
and the lowly a respite from their woes.

(Littlefinger) And every inn
in the city is fuII

and the whores
are walking bow-legged.

l'm sure the tourney
puts coins in many a pocket.

- Hmm.
- Now. . .

if there's nothing else, my lords?

Oh, this heat.

On days Iike this,
I envy you northerners,

your summer snows.
Until tomorrow, my lord.

l've been hoping
to talk to you about Jon Arryn.

Lord Arryn?

Oh, his death was
a great sadness to all of us.

I took personal charge of his care,
but l couId not save him.

His sickness struck him
very hard and very fast.

I saw him in my chambers
just the night before he passed.

- Lord Jon often came to me for counsel.
- Why?

I have been grand maester
for many years.

Kings and Hands have come to me
for advice since...

What did Jon want
the night before he died?

Oh, he came inquiring after a book.

A book? What book?

Oh, l fear it wouId be
of little interest to you, my lord.

A. . . A ponderous tome.

No, I'd like to read it.

The Lineages and Histories

of the Great Houses
of the Seven Kingdoms,

with descriptions
of many high lords

and noble ladies

and their children.

Harkon Umber,
first of his name,

born to Lord Hother Umber
and Lady Amaryllis Umber

in the 1 83rd year
after Aegon's landing,

at the Last Hearth.
Blue of eye, brown of hair

and fair complected,
died in his 14th year

of a wound sustained in a bear hunt.

As I said, my lord,
a ponderous read.

Did Jon Arryn tell you
what he wanted with it?

He did not, my lord.
And I did not presume to ask.

- Jon's death...
- Such a tragedy.

. .did he say anything to you
during his final hours?

Nothing of import, my lord.

Oh. There was one phrase
he kept repeating.

"The seed is strong,"
I think it was.

- "The seed is strong"?
- Mmm.

- What does that mean?
- Oh,

the dying mind is
a demented mind, Lord Stark.

For all the weight they're given,

Iast words are usuaIIy
as significant as first words.

And you're quite certain
he died of a natural illness?

What else could it be?

- Poison.
- A disturbing thought.

No, no, no, I don't think it likely.

The Hand was Ioved by aII.
What sort of man would dare. . .

I've heard it said that poison
is a woman's weapon.

Yes, women, cravens. . .

and eunuchs.

Did you know that
Lord Varys is a eunuch?

- Everybody knows that.
- Yes, yes, of course.

How that sort of person
found himseIf

- on the king's council, I will never know.
- I've taken enough of your time.

No trouble at all, my lord.
lt's a great honor.

Thank you.

I'll find my own way out.


Syrio says a water dancer
can stand on one toe for hours.

It's a hard fall down these steps.

Syrio says every hurt is a lesson
and every lesson makes you better.

- Tomorrow I'm going to be chasing cats.
- Cats? Syrio says.

He says every swordsman
shouId study cats.

They're as quiet as shadows
and as Iight as feathers.

- You have to be quick to catch them.
- He's right about that.

Now that Bran's awake,
will he come live with us?

WeII, he needs to get
his strength back first.

He wants to be
a knight of the Kingsguard.

- He can't be one now, can he?
- No.

But someday
he could be lord of a holdfast

or sit on the king's council.

Or he might raise castles
Iike Brandon the BuiIder.

- Can I be lord of a holdfast?
- (Chuckles)

You will marry a high lord
and rule his castle.

And your sons shall be knights
and princes and Iords.

- Hmm?
- No.

That's not me.

(Wind whistling)


Ser Alliser said I'm to be
your new watch partner.

I should warn you,

I don't see all that well.

Come stand by the fire.

- lt's warmer.
- No, that's all right. I'm fine.

You're not. You're freezing.

I don't like high places.

You can't fight. You can't see.

You're afraid of heights
and almost everything else probably.

What are you doing here, Sam?

On the morning of my 1 8th nameday,
my father came to me.

"You're almost a man now," he said.

"But you're not worthy
of my Iand and titIe.

"Tomorrow, you're going
to take the bIack,

"forsake all claim
to your inheritance and start north.

"If you do not," he said,

"then we'll have a hunt

"and somewhere in these woods
your horse will stumble

"and you'll be thrown
from your saddle to die.

"Or so I'll tell your mother.

"Nothing would please me more."

Ser Alliser's going to make me
fight again tomorrow, isn't he?

- Yes, he is.
- (Groans)

I'm not going to get
any better, you know.

Well. . .

you can't get any worse.

(Both chuckling)

I hear you're reading a boring book.


- Pycelle talks too much.
- Oh, he never stops.

Do you know Ser Hugh of the Vale?

Not surprising.

Until recently, he was only
a squire - Jon Arryn's squire.

He was knighted almost immediately
after his master's untimely death.

Knighted for what?

- Why are you telling me this?
- I promised Cat that I'd help you.

Where is Ser Hugh?

- l'II speak to him.
- A singularly bad idea.

Do you see that boy there?

(Whispers) One of Varys's little birds.

The spider has taken a great interest
in your comings and goings.

Now look there.

That one belongs to the queen.

And do you see that septa
pretending to read her book?

- Varys or the queen?
- No, she's one of mine.

Is there someone in your service
whom you trust compIeteIy?

- Yes.
- The wiser answer was no, my lord.

Get a message to
this paragon of yours - discreetly.

Send him to question Ser Hugh.

After that, you might want him
to visit a certain armorer in the city.

He lives in a large house
at the top of the Street of Steel.

- Why?
- I have my observers, as I said,

and it's possibIe
that they saw Lord Arryn

visit this armorer several times
in the weeks before his death.

Lord BaeIish, perhaps
I was wrong to distrust you.

Distrusting me was the wisest thing
you've done since you climbed off your horse.

- (Hammering)
- . .22, 23,

24, 5, 6, 27,

- 28, 29. . .
- Ser Hugh?

30, 31 , 32. . .

- Ser Hugh!
- As you can see, I'm busy.

I'm here on behalf of Lord Eddard Stark,
the Hand of the King.

- l'm the captain of his guard.
- I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name, Ser. . .

- No "ser". I'm not a knight.
- I see.

Well, it just so happens that I am.

(Continues counting)

(Jory) He said he'd be glad
to talk to the Hand himself.

- He's a knight, you see.
- Ah, a knight.

They strut around
like roosters down here.

Even the ones who've never seen
an arrow coming their way.

You shouldn't be out here, my lord.

- There's no telling who has eyes where.
- Let them look.

The former Hand did call on me,
my Iord, severaI times.

I regret to say he did not honor me
with his patronage.

- What did Lord Arryn want?
- He always came to see the boy.

- I'd like to see him as well.
- As you wish, my Iord.


Here he is.

Strong for his age.
He works hard.

Show the Hand
the helmet you made, lad.

- This is fine work.
- lt's not for saIe.

Boy, this is the King's Hand!

- If his lordship wants the helmet. . .
- I made it for me.

- Forgive him, my Iord.
- There's nothing to forgive.

When Lord Arryn came to visit you,
what wouId you taIk about?

He just asked me
questions is all, my lord.

What kind of questions?

About my work at first,

if I was being treated well,
if l Iiked it here.

But then he started
asking me about my mother.

- Your mother?
- Who she was, what she looked like.

What did you tell him?

She died when I was little.

She had yellow hair.

She'd sing to me sometimes.

Look at me.

Get back to work, lad.

If the day ever comes when that boy
would rather wield a sword than forge one,

you send him to me.

(Hammer banging)

Find anything?

King Robert's bastard son.

(Robert laughing)

- (Woman) He likes that.
- (Women Iaughing)

This is for the king from Lord Stark.

- (Robert Iaughs)
- Should I leave it with. . .

- Shhh. Listen.
- (Women laughing)

Do you hear them?

How many do you think
are in there with him? Huh?

- Guess.
- Three.

- (Laughter)
- Four.

He likes to do this when I'm on duty.

He makes me Iisten
as he insults my sister.

- (Door opens)
- (Laughter)

- Forgive me, my lord. . .
- Why do I have to forgive you?

Have you wronged me?

- We've met before, you know.
- Have we? Strange, I've forgotten.

The siege of Pyke.
We fought side by side one afternoon.


- That's where you got your scar?
- Aye.

- Oh.
- One of the Greyjoys nearly took my eye.

- Vicious sons of whores.
- They like their bloodshed.

They stopped liking it at the end.

That was a proper battle.

Do you remember Thoros of Myr
charging through the breach?

With his burning sword?
I'll remember that till the day I die.

I saw the youngest
of the Greyjoy lads at Winterfell.

It was like seeing a shark
on a mountaintop.

- Theon? He's a good lad.
- l doubt it.

- (Laughter)
- (Door opens)

(Robert) I'll bet you smell
of blackberry jam!

Let me smell it. Come here.

Can I leave this with you?
The message from Lord Stark.

I don't serve Lord Stark.

(Laughter continues)

- Where have you been?
- Watch duty.

- With Sam.
- Ah, Prince Porkchop.

- Where is he?
- He wasn't hungry.

- Impossible!
- (Chuckles)

That's enough.

Sam's no different from the rest of us.

There was no place for him in the world,
so he's come here.

We're not going to hurt him
in the training yard anymore.

Never again,
no matter what Thorne says.

He's our brother now
and we're going to protect him.

- (Rast) You are in love, Lord Snow.
- (Laughter)

You girls can do as you please.

But if Thorne puts me
up against Lady Piggy,

I'm gonna slice me off a side of bacon.





No one touches Sam.

What are you waiting for?

Attack him!

You get in there.

Hit me.

Go on, hit me!


- I yield!
- (Laughter)

Yield. Yield.

I yield.

You think this is funny, do you?

When you're out there
beyond the Wall with the sun going down,

do you want a man at your back?

Or a sniveling boy?


You send this whore
to give me commands?

I should have sent you back her head!

Forgive me, Khaleesi.
I did as you asked.

Hush now. lt's aII right.
Irri, take her and leave us.

Yes, Khaleesi.

- Why did you hit her?!
- How many times do I have to tell you?

- You do not command me.
- I wasn't commanding you.

I just wanted to invite you to supper.

- What's this?
- It's a gift.

- I had it made for you.
- Dothraki rags?

- Are you going to dress me now?
- Please.

This stinks of manure. All of it.

Stop. Stop. Stop it.

You would turn me
into one of them, wouldn't you?

- Next you'll want to braid my hair.
- You've no right to a braid.

- You've won no victories yet.
- You do not talk back to me!

You are a horselord's slut.
And now you've woken the dragon. . .

- (Metal jangles)
- (Screams)

I am a khaleesi of the Dothraki!

I am the wife of the great khal
and I carry his son inside me.

The next time you raise a hand to me

will be the last time you have hands.

(Thunder rumbles, rain falling)

I know for a fact that some of the officers
go to that brothel in Mole's Town.

I wouldn't doubt it.

Don't you think it's a little bit unfair?

Making us take our vows while they sneak off
for a little Sally on the side?

- Sally on the side?
- It's silly, isn't it?

What, we can't defend
the Wall unless we're celibate?

- It's absurd.
- I didn't think you'd be so upset about it.

Why not?

Because I'm fat?

- No.
- But I like girls just as much as you do.

They might not like me as much.

I've never. . .been with one.

You've probably had hundreds.


As a matter of fact,

I'm the same as you.

Yeah. Yeah, I. . .

I find that hard to believe.

I came very close once.

I was alone in a room
with a naked girl, but. . .

- Didn't know where to put it?
- l know where to put it.

Was she. . .

old and ugly?

Young and gorgeous.

A whore named Ros.

What color hair?

- Red.
- Oh, I like red hair.

And her, um. . .

Her. . .

- You don't want to know.
- What, that good?

- Better.
- Oh, no.

So why exactly did you not make love
to Ros with the perfect. . .?

- What's my name?
- Jon Snow.

And why is my surname Snow?

Because. . .

you're a bastard from the North.

I never met my mother.

My father wouldn't even
tell me her name.

I don't know if she's living or dead.

I don't know if she's a noblewoman
or a fisherman's wife...

or a whore.

So I sat there

in the brothel as Ros
took off her cIothes.

But I couldn't do it.

Because all I could think was
what if I got her pregnant

and she had a child,
another bastard named Snow?

It's not a good life for a child.

Ah, mmm.

So. . .

you didn't know where to put it?


Enjoying yourselves?

You look cold, boys.

- (Door creaks)
- It is a bit nippy.

A bit nippy, yeah, by the fire,


It's still summer.

Do you boys even remember
the Iast winter?

How long has it been now?
What, 1 0 years?

I remember.

Was it uncomfortable at Winterfell?

Were there days when
you just couldn't get warm,

never mind how many fires
your servants built?

- I build my own fires.
- That's admirabIe.

I spent six months out there,
beyond the Wall

during the last winter.

It was supposed to be
a two-week mission.

We heard a rumor Mance Rayder
was planning to attack Eastwatch.

So we went out to look
for some of his men -

capture them,
gather some knowledge.

The wildlings who fight
for Mance Rayder are hard men.

Harder than you'll ever be.

They know their country
better than we do.

They knew there was
a storm coming in.

So they hid in their caves
and waited for it to pass.

And we got caught in the open.

Wind so strong

it yanked 1 00-foot trees
straight from the ground, roots and all.

If you took your gloves off
to find your cock to have a piss,

you lost a finger to the frost.

And all in darkness.

You don't know cold.

Neither of you do.

The horses died first.

We didn't have enough
to feed them, to keep them warm.

Eating the horses was easy.

But later when we started to fall. . .

That wasn't easy.

We should have had a couple of boys
Iike you aIong, shouIdn't we?

- (Grabs)
- (Gasps)

Soft, fat boys like you.

We'd have Iasted a fortnight on you
and still had bones left over for soup.

Soon we'll have new recruits

and you lot will be passed along
to the Iord commander

for assignment,

and they will call you
men of the Night's Watch,

but you'd be fools to believe it.

You're boys still.

And come the winter you will die. . .

like flies.

I hit him.

I hit the dragon.

Your brother Rhaegar
was the Iast dragon.

Viserys is less than
the shadow of a snake.

- He is still the true king.
- The truth now.

Do you want to see your brother
sitting on the lron Throne?


But the common people
are waiting for him.

Illyrio said they are sewing dragon banners
and praying for his return.

The common peopIe pray for rain,
health and a summer that never ends.

They don't care
what games the high lords play.

What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?


I pray for home too.

My brother will never take back
the Seven Kingdoms.

He couIdn't Iead an army
even if my husband gave him one.

He'll never take us home.

(Crowd chattering and yelling)

(Horse whinnies)

Lovers' quarrel?

I'm sorry. Do I. . .?

Sansa dear,
this is Lord Baelish.

- He's known...
- An old friend of the family.

I've known your mother a long, long time.

- Why do they call you Littlefinger?
- Arya!

- Don't be rude!
- No, it's quite all right.

When I was a child, I was very small,

and I come from a little spit of land
called the Fingers,

so you see,
it's an exceedingly clever nickname.

I've been sitting here for days!

Start the damn joust
before l piss myseIf!

(Crowd cheering)

Gods, who's that?

(Littlefinger) Ser Gregor Clegane.

They call him the Mountain.

The Hound's older brother.

- And his opponent?
- (Littlefinger) Ser Hugh of the Vale.

He was Jon Arryn's squire.

Look how far he's come.

Yes, yes, enough of
the bloody pomp. Have at him!

(Horse neighs)


(Crowd gasps)


(Fly buzzing)

Not what you were expecting?

Has anyone ever told you the story
of the Mountain and the Hound?

Lovely little tale of brotherly love.

The Hound was just a pup,

six years old maybe.

Gregor a few years older,

already a big lad,
already getting a bit of a reputation.

Some lucky boys just born
with a talent for violence.

One evening Gregor found his little brother
pIaying with a toy by the fire -

Gregor's toy,

a wooden knight.

Gregor never said a word,

he just grabbed his brother
by the scruff of his neck

and shoved his face
into the burning coals.

Held him there
while the boy screamed,

while his face melted.

There aren't very many people
who know that story.

- I won't tell anyone. I promise.
- No, please don't.

If the Hound so much as
heard you mention it,

I'm afraid all the knights in King's Landing
wouId not be abIe to save you.


My lord, Her Grace the queen.

- Your Grace.
- You're missing your tournament.

Putting my name on it
doesn't make it mine.

I thought we might put what happened
on the Kingsroad behind us -

the ugliness with the wolves.

And forcing you to kill the beast
was extreme.

Though sometimes we go to extremes
where our children are concerned.

How is Sansa?

- She Iikes it here.
- She's the only Stark who does.

Favors her mother,
not much of the North in her.

- What are you doing here?
- I might ask the same of you.

What is it you hope to accomplish?

The king caIIed on me
to serve him and the realm,

and that's what l'II do
until he tells me otherwise.

You can't change him.
You can't help him.

He'II do what he wants,
which is all he's ever done.

You'II try your best
to pick up the pieces.

If that's my job, then so be it.

You're just a soldier, aren't you?

You take your orders
and you carry on.

I suppose it makes sense.

Your older brother was trained to lead
and you were trained to follow.

l was aIso trained to kiII
my enemies, Your Grace.

As was I.

(Door opens, closes)

(Horse snorts)

(Dog barking)

Seven blessings to you, goodfolk!

And to you.

Boy! Bread, meat and beer. Quickly.

Ah, good idea, Grandfather.
I'm starving.

- A song whiIe we wait or...?
- I'd rather throw myself down a well.

Now, now, Grandfather, this may be
your last chance if you're heading North.

The only music the northerners know
is the howIing of woIves!

- (Laughs)
- (Door opens)


I'm sorry, my lord. We're full up.

- Every room.
- (Tyrion) My men can sleep in the stable.

As for myself, I don't
require a large room.

- Truly, my lord, we have nothing.
- Is there nothing I can do. . .

- (Coin cIanks)
- . .to remedy this?

- You can have my room.
- Now there's a clever man.

You can manage food, I trust?
Yoren, dine with me.

- Aye, my lord.
- My lord of Lannister!

Might I entertain you while you eat?

I can sing of your father's victory
at King's Landing!

Nothing would more likely
ruin my supper.

Lady Stark!
What an unexpected pleasure.

l was sorry to have
missed you at Winterfell.

Lady Stark!

I was still Catelyn Tully
the last time I stayed here.

You, ser.

Is that the black bat of Harrenhal
I see embroidered on your coat?

It is, my lady.

And is Lady Whent
a true and honest friend

to my father,
Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun?

She is.

The red staIIion was aIways
a welcome sight at Riverrun.

My father counts Jonos Bracken amongst
his oIdest and most IoyaI bannermen.

Our lord is honored by his trust.

l envy your father
all his fine friends, Lady Stark,

but I don't quite see
the purpose of this.

I know your sigil as well -

the twin towers of Frey.

How fares your lord, ser?

Lord Walder is well, my lady.

He has asked your father for the honor
of his presence on his 90th nameday.

- He plans to take another wife.
- (Tyrion) Ha!

This man. . .

came into my house as a guest

and there conspired
to murder my son.

A boy of 1 0.

In the name of King Robert
and the good lords you serve,

I call upon you to seize him

and help me return him to Winterfell

to await the king's justice.