Game of Thrones (2011–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Lord Snow - full transcript

♪ Game of Thrones 1x03 ♪
Lord Snow
Original Air Date on May 1, 2011

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Welcome, Lord Stark.

Grand Maester Pycelle has called
a meeting of the Small Council.

The honor of your presence
is requested.

Get the girls settled in.
I'll be back in time for supper.

- And, Jory, you go with them.
- Yes, my Lord.

If you'd like to change into
something more appropriate...

Thank the gods
you're here, Stark.

About time we had some
stern, northern leadership.

About glad to see you're
protecting the throne.

Sturdy old thing.

How many Kings' asses
have polished it, I wonder?

Um, what's the line?

The King shits
and The Hand wipes.

Very handsome armor.

- Not a scratch on it.
- I know.

People have been swinging at me for years,
but they always seem to miss.

You've chosen your opponents
wisely then.

I have a knack for it.

It must be strange for you
coming into this room.

I was standing right here
when it happened.

He was very brave,
your brother.

Your father too.

They didn't deserve
to die like that.

Nobody deserves
to die like that.

But you just stood there
and watched.

500 men just stood there
and watched.

All the great knights
of the Seven Kingdoms--

you think anyone said a word,
lifted a finger?

No, Lord Stark.

500 men and this room
was silent as a crypt.

Except for the screams,
of course,

and the Mad King
laughing.

And later...

when I watched
the Mad King die,

I remembered him laughing
as your father burned...

It felt like justice.

Is that what you
tell yourself at night?

You're a servant
of justice?

That you were avenging
my father when you

shoved your sword in
Aerys Targaryen's back?

Tell me--

if I'd stabbed the Mad King
in the belly instead of the back,

would you admire me more?

You served him well

when serving was safe.

Lord Stark.

Lord Varys.

I was grievously sorry to hear of
your troubles on the Kingsroad.

We are all praying for
Prince Joffrey's full recovery.

A shame you didn't say
a prayer for the butcher's son.

Renly!
You're looking well.

And you look
tired from the road.

I told them this meeting could
wait another day, but--

But we have a Kingdom
to look after.

I've hoped to meet you
for some time, Lord Stark.

No doubt Lady Catelyn
has mentioned me.

She has, Lord Baelish.

I understand you knew
my brother Brandon as well.

All too well.
I still carry a token of his esteem

from navel to collarbone.

Perhaps you chose
the wrong man to duel with.

It wasn't the man
that I chose, my Lord.

It was Catelyn Tully.

A woman worth fighting for,
I'm sure you'll agree.

I humbly beg your pardon,
my Lord Stark.

Grand Maester.

How many years has it been?

- You were a young man.
- And you served another King.

Oh, how forgetful of me.

This belongs to you, now.

Should we begin?

- Without the King?
- Winter may be coming,

but I'm afraid the same cannot
be said for my brother.

His Grace has many cares.

He entrusts some
small matters to us

that we might
lighten the load.

We are the Lords
of Small Matters here.

My brother instructs us
to stage a tournament

in honor of Lord Stark's appointment
as Hand of the King.

Mmm, how much?

40,000 gold dragons
to the champion,

20,000 to the runner-up,

20,000 to
the winning archer.

Can the treasury bear
such expense?

I'll have to borrow it.

The Lannisters will
accommodate, I expect.

We already owe Lord Tywin
three million gold.

What's another 80,000?

Are you telling me the crown
is three million in debt?

I'm telling you the crown
is six million in debt.

How could you
let this happen?

The Master of Coin
finds the money.

The King
and The Hand spend it.

I will not believe
Jon Arryn

allowed Robert
to bankrupt the realm.

Lord Arryn gave wise
and prudent advice,

but I fear his Grace

- doesn't always listen.
- "Counting coppers," he calls it.

I'll speak to him
tomorrow.

This tournament is an
extravagance we cannot afford.

As you will. But still,
we'd best make our plans.

There will be no plans

until I speak to Robert.

Forgive me, my Lords.
I'm--

- I had a long ride.
- You are The King's Hand,

Lord Stark, we serve
at your pleasure.

- Ow!
- Please, it's nearly healed.

- It's ugly.
- A King should have scars

you fought off a direwolf.
You're a warrior like your father.

I'm not like him.
I didn't fight off anything.

It bit me and all
I did was scream.

And the two Stark girls
saw it, both of them.

That's not true.
You killed the beast.

You only spared the girl because
of the love your father bears her father.

I didn't, I--

When Aerys Targaryen
sat on the Iron Throne,

your father was a rebel
and a traitor.

Someday you'll sit on the throne
and the truth will be what you make it.

Do I have
to marry her?

Yes.

She's very beautiful
and young.

If you don't like her, you only
need to see her on formal occasions

and when the time comes,
to make little princes and princesses.

And if you'd rather fuck painted whores,
you'll fuck painted whores.

And if you'd rather lie
with noble virgins, so be it.

You are my darling boy
and the world will be

exactly as you
want it to be.

Do something nice
for the Stark girl.

- I don't want to.
- No, but you will.

The occasional kindness will spare
you all sorts of trouble down the road.

We allow the Northerners
too much power.

They consider themselves
our equals.

How would you handle them?

I'd double their taxes

and command them to supply
10,000 men to the Royal Army.

A Royal Army?

Why should every lord
command his own men?

It's primitive,
no better than the hill tribes.

We should have a standing army
of men loyal to the crown,

trained by
experienced soldiers--

instead of a mob of peasants
who've never held pikes in their lives.

And if
the Northerners rebel?

I'd crush them.

Seize Winterfell and install
someone loyal to the realm

as warden of the North.
Uncle Kevan, maybe.

And these 10,000 Northern troops,
would they fight for you or their lord?

- For me. I'm their King.
- Mm-hmm.

But you've just
invaded their homeland,

- asked them to kill their brothers.
- I'm not asking.

The North cannot be held--
not by an outsider.

It's too big and too wild.
And when the winter comes,

the Seven Gods together couldn't
save you and your royal army.

A good King knows
when to save his strength...

And when to destroy
his enemies.

So you agree...

The Starks are enemies?

Everyone who isn't us

is an enemy.

Enough of that, young lady.
Eat your food.

- I'm practicing.
- Practicing for what?

- The Prince.
- Arya, stop!

He's a liar and a coward
and he killed my friend.

The Hound killed your friend.

The Hound does whatever
the Prince tells him to do.

You're an idiot.

You're a liar, and if
you told the truth

- Mycah would be alive.
- Enough!

What's happening here?

Arya would rather act
like a beast than a lady.

Go to your room.
We'll speak later.

That's for you, love.

The same dollmaker makes all
of Princess Myrcella's toys.

Don't you like it?

I haven't played with doll