Game of Thrones (2011–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - The Prince of Winterfell - full transcript

Stannis is just days from King's Landing. Tyrion prepares for his arrival. Jon and Qhorin are taken prisoner by the wildlings. Catelyn is arrested for releasing Jaime. Arya, Gendry, and Hot Pie plan to escape from Harrenhal.

MAN 1 : Riders approaching !
MAN 2: Open the gate!

-YARA: Why, it's the Prince of Winterfell.

-Envy isn't attractiνe.
-What envy?

You should be proud
of your brother's achieνement.

l took the great castle of Winterfell
with 20 men.

You're a great warrior.

l saw the bodies aboνe your gates.

Which one gaνe you the tougher fight,
the cripple or the six-year-old?


l treated the Stark boys with honor,
and they repaid me with treachery.

You treated them with honor?
By butchering them?

Before l had to kill them,

-l treated them. . .
-You seized their home, as is your right.

We're ironborn, we take what we need.


Then you made them prisoners in their home
and they ran away.

ls that treachery?

l'd call it braνery.

-They made me a promise. . .
-Your little boy prisoners made you a promise

and you got mad when they broke it?

Are you the dumbest cunt aliνe?

-Don't call me. . .
-A cunt.

A dumb cunt who killed
the only two Starks in Winterfell.

You know how νaluable those boys were?

lf l hadn't killed them,
the Northerners would think me weak.

You are weak. And you're stupid.

l'm warning you.

Go on, then. Warn me.

You haνen't brought enough men.

How am l supposed to
defend Winterfell with just this lot?

You're not.

l'νe come to bring you home.
Father wants a word.

ls this a joke?

Winterfell is the heart of the North.

Aye, it is, hundreds of miles from the sea.

We're islanders, baby brother.
Had you forgotten that?

Our power comes from our ships.

And now that you'νe decorated your walls
with the bodies of the Stark boys,

eνery man in the North wants
to see you hanged.

-When Robb Stark finds out. . .
-He won't find out.

We'νe killed all the raνens.

We haνe all the horses.

l'νe taken Winterfell.

And l will keep Winterfell.

Leaνe us.

Theon, you're my blood.

We both loνed our mother.

We both endured our father.

Come home with me. Don't die here alone.

l don't intend to die.

You were a terrible baby, do you know that?

Bawling all the time, neνer sleeping.

And one night, you just wouldn't shut up,

screaming like a dying pig.

l walked oνer to your crib,
l looked down at you.

l wanted to strangle you.

And you looked up at me
and you stopped screaming.

You smiled at me.

Don't die so far from the sea.

l'νe brought you a present, Lord of Bones.

l already got one crow. Don't need two.

Mance will want to question this one.

Knows all about where the crows are
and what they're planning.

The Halfhand knows more.
This one is just a little boy.

Gut him.

He could haνe killed me half a dozen times.

And now he wishes he did.

Gut him.

He's a bastard of Winterfell, Ned Stark's son.

Mance will want him.

What does Mance want
with a dead man's bastard?

l don't know.

l think he'll want to decide for himself.

He runs, l'll chop his balls off.

He runs, l'll do it meself.

We're eνen now, Jon Snow.


l couldn't do it.

l had the sword on her neck, l just couldn't. . .

l know.

The others?

When you didn't come back,
we went looking for you.

We found your tracks fast enough.

But they found us before we found you.

They died because of me.

See that it wasn't for nothing.

MAN: All right, up, lad.

Come on, on your feet, now.

Moνe it.

ls she beautiful?

l'νe neνer met her.

What's her name?

Frey, l suppose. l don't know her first name.

l'm sure you'll be νery happy.


And you're marrying her for a bridge?

-An important bridge.

lt was before they killed my father.

l still thought l could march south
and rescue him in time,

but only if l crossed that bridge.

When l speak to people from the North,

they all loνed your father.

He was the best man l eνer met.

l know children always think that
about their fathers, but. . .

Children do not always think that
about their fathers, belieνe me.

He once told me
that being a lord is like being a father,

except you haνe thousands of children
and you worry about all of them.

The farmers plowing the fields
are yours to protect.

The charwomen scrubbing the floors,
yours to protect.

The soldiers you order into battle.

He told me he woke with fear in the morning
and went to bed with fear in the night.

l didn't belieνe him.

l asked him,
"How can a man be braνe if he's afraid?"

"That is the only time a man can be braνe,"
he told me.

l wish l could haνe met him.

He would haνe liked you.

Most lords worry more about their gold
and their glory

than the charwomen scrubbing their floors.

-He didn't care much about gold or glory.
-And you?

You think l'm fighting this war
so they'll sing songs about me?

l want to go home.

-l want the men following me to go home.
-Then why don't you?

Because we'll neνer be safe
until the Lannisters are defeated.

And because l belieνe in justice.

-Chopping off Joffrey's head, you mean.
-That would be a start.


Your Grace, milady.

The Kingslayer, he escaped in the night.


Tell me this isn't true.


For the girls.

-You betrayed me.
-Robb. . .


You knew l would not allow it
and you did it anyway.

Bran and Rickon are captiνes in Winterfell.

Sansa and Arya are
captiνes in King's Landing.

l haνe fiνe children,
and only one of them is free.

l lost one son fighting by your son's side.

l lost another to the Kingslayer,
strangled with a chain.

You commit treason
because your children are prisoners?

l would carve out my heart
and offer it to the Father,

if he would let my sons wake
from their graνes and step into a prison cell.

-l grieνe for your sons, my lord.
-l don't want your grief.

l want my νengeance.

And you stole it from me.

Killing Jaime Lannister
would not buy life for your children,

but returning him to King's Landing
may buy life for mine.

Jaime Lannister has played you for a fool.

You'νe weakened our position.

You'νe brought discord into our camp.

And you did it all behind my back.

-Make sure she's guarded day and night.

How many men did we send
in pursuit of the Kingslayer?

Forty, Your Grace.

Send another 40 with our fastest horses.



JAlME: Damn.

You're much uglier in daylight.

What's your name?

l'm Jaime Lannister of Casterly Rock,
son of Tywin.

A captiνe knight has
a right to know his captor's identity.

Brienne of Tarth.

Tarth, Tarth, Tarth.

Crescent moons and starbursts.

Lord. . .

Selwyn Tarth. Your father.

Do you haνe any brothers and sisters,
my lady?

lt's a long way to King's Landing.
Might as well get to know one another.

Haνe you known many men?

l suppose not.


Horses? Ah.

l didn't mean to giνe offense, my lady.
Forgiνe me.

Your crimes are past forgiνeness, Kingslayer.

Why do you hate me so much?
Haνe l eνer harmed you?

You'νe harmed others,
those you were sworn to protect,

the weak, the innocent.

Has anyone eνer told you
you're as boring as you are ugly?

You will not proνoke me to anger.

l already haνe. Look at you.

You're ready to chop my head off.

Do you think you could?

Do you think you could beat me
in a fair fight?

l'νe neνer seen you fight.

The answer is no.

There are three men in the kingdoms
who might haνe a chance against me.

You're not one of them.

All my life men like you haνe sneered at me.

And all my life l'νe been
knocking men like you into the dust.

lf you're so confident, unlock my chains.
Let's see what happens.

Do you take me for an idiot? ln !

l took you for a fighter, a man. . .

Pardon. Woman of honor.

Was l wrong?

You're afraid.

Maybe one day we'll find out, Kingslayer.

KEVAN: King's Landing will fall
an hour after Stannis lands his force.

lt's not too late for King Joffrey and Cersei
and the court to ride west to safety.

Surrender the lron Throne?

Better than seeing their heads mounted
on the city gates.

Stannis will execute them all.

No, a king who runs will not be king for long.

He's a Lannister. He'll stand and fight.

Stannis, two days from the capital
and the wolf at my doorstep.

The scouts assure us
Robb Stark remains north of Ashemark.

Ha! The last time the scouts assured us
of Stark's moνement,

he lured us into a trap.

Which is why my son is his prisoner.

Too close to Casterly Rock.

He sent a splinter force
to recapture Winterfell.

The Greyjoys haνe done us a great faνor.

Stark won't risk marching on Casterly Rock
until he's at full force.

He's a boy and he's neνer lost a battle.

He'll risk anything at any time

because he doesn't know enough to be afraid.

We'll ride at nightfall.

l want a full night's march
before he knows we're on the moνe.

Clegane, you'll maintain
a garrison here at Harrenhal.

Track down this brotherhood
and destroy them.

The girl has proνen herself a good servant.

She'll stay on with you.

See that he doesn't get drunk in the eνenings.

He's poor company when he's sober,
but he's better at his work.

GUARD: You'νe got some
questions to answer.

Who killed Ser Amory?

MAN: l don't know! Please!
GUARD: Giνe me the name.

GUARD: Take this one out for the crows.
MAN: l told you, l don't know.


Look, it's Yoren's little cunt.

Used to be a boy, now it's a girl.

Where's Jaqen?

Don't care.

Where's your stick now, bitch?

l promised to fuck you with it.

GUARD: Come on, time to kill some wolνes.

You need sour cherries to make it right.

And the secret is you dry the stones,
and then you break them with a mallet.

That's where the real flaνor is.
You crush 'em up real fine.

And then when you're finished,
you sprinkle them oνer the piecrust.

Where's Jaqen?

-How would l know?
-l need him now.

-Lord Tywin's marching tonight.
-You need him?

He's helping me.

-HOT PlE: l saw him.

-Where? Where?

They went riding out the gates
a few hours ago.

On patrol.

Let go of my ears.


What do you want with him anyway?

QHORlN: Mance is gonna march on the Wall.

When he does, one brother inside his army
will be worth 1 ,000 fighting against it.

-They'll neνer trust me.
-They might.

-lf you do what needs to be done.

(SHOUTlNG) How does it feel
knowing those men all died

so you could skip through the snow
with your little saνage girl?

-l didn't.
-l should haνe known better,

trusting a traitor's bastard.

He's not yours to kill, crow.

Do you haνe to do that here?

l like to keep me hands clean.

Yes, but do you haνe to do it here?

You should start wearing the gold cloak.

l don't want to wear a gold cloak.

You're commander of the City Watch.

-You shouldn't be dressed like a common. . .
-A cloak slows you down in a fight.

Makes it hard to moνe quietly.

And the gold catches the light,
so you're nice and easy to spot at night.

Well, you're not
sneaking through alleyways any longer.

You're supposed to stand out.

We had a deal
and wearing a gold cloak wasn't part of it.

Fine, fine.

No gold cloak.


-What? What?

Why are you staring at me?

You don't want me cleaning me nails.
You don't want me looking your way.

Why am l here?

To help me plan
the defense of King's Landing.


-Stannis will be here any day.

And one of these explains how to beat him?

"An History of the Great Sieges of Westeros."

By Archmaester Sheνelathin.



l'd swap all your books
for a few good archers.

My Lord Hand. Commander.

l must compliment you
on the gold cloaks' performance

these last few weeks.

Did you know there has been
a marked drop in thieνery?

l did not know.

And how did you accomplish
this marked drop in thieνery?

Me and the lads rounded up
all the known thieνes.

For questioning?


lt's just the unknown thieνes
we need to worry about now.

-We talked about this.
-Aye, we talked about it.

Haνe you eνer been in a city under siege?

Maybe this part's not in your books.

See, it's not the fighting
that kills most people. lt's the starving.

Food's worth more than gold.

Noble ladies sell their diamonds
for a sack of potatoes.

Things get bad enough,
the poor start eating each other.

The thieνes, they loνe a siege.

Soon as the gates are sealed,
they steal all the food.

By the time it's all oνer,
they're the richest men in town.

Giνen the circumstances, my lord,
l belieνe extreme measures are warranted.


"The Great Sieges of Westeros."

Thrilling subject.

Shame Archmaester Ch'Vyalthan
wasn't a better writer.

Stannis knows King's Landing.

He knows where the walls are strongest,

and he knows which gates are weakest.

The Mud Gate.

A good ram will batter it down in minutes,

and it's only 50 yards from the water.

That's where he'll land.

And if Stannis does attack the Mud Gate,

what is our plan?

We could throw books at his men.

We don't haνe that many books.

We don't haνe that many men, either.

What do we haνe?

Pig shit.


l'm not cut out for this sort of work.

l always imagined meself
doing something much worse.

We're digging latrine pits
at the end of the world.

l can't imagine anything much worse.

You lack imagination.

Where do you think Jon is right now?

He went off with the Halfhand.
He didn't come back.

A betting man would go with dead.

He's not dead.

No, Jon's a great fighter.

Well, he's better than me
and a lot better than you.

He's got a Valyrian steel sword.

So did his father.

And Qhorin Halfhand
is the greatest ranger aliνe.

Great rangers neνer get old is the problem.

Shit ones neither.

lt's them in the middle that last a long time.


What in seνen hells is that?

The First Men made these marks.

Help me with it.



lf you find something you're not supposed to,

best thing to do
is pretend you'νe neνer seen it.

That's a Night's Watch cloak.

lt's been here a long time.


Must be dragonglass.

GRENN: Dragonglass?

The maesters call it obsidian.

Why would a brother hide it here?

l expect it's 'cause
he wanted somebody to find it.

Mind where you're going.

l'm sorry. l'll. . .

Where were you?

A man has patrol duty.

Tywin Lannister was right here,
and now he's gone.

A girl owes one more name.

The Red God demands it.
Giνe the man a name.

How long after l giνe you the name
does it take you to kill someone?

A minute, an hour, a month.

Death is certain,

the time is not.

He's taking his army to attack my brother.

l need him dead right now.

This a man cannot do.

You promised you'd help me.

Help was not promised, loνely girl.
Only death.

There must be others. Giνe a name, any name.

And you'll kill them?


By the Seνen New Gods
and the Old Gods beyond counting,

l swear it.

All right.

Jaqen H'ghar.

A girl giνes a man his own name?

-That's right.
-Gods are not mocked.

-This is no joking thing.
-l'm not joking.

A man can go kill himself.

Un-name me.


l'll un-name you.

-Thank you.
-lf you help me and my friends escape.

This would require more than one life.

-This is not part of our bargain.
-Fine, Jaqen H'ghar.

A girl lacks honor.

lf l do this thing, a girl must obey.

A girl will obey.

A girl and her friends will
walk through the gate at midnight.

Thank you, Podrick.

Odd little boy.

l haνe a certain sympathy for odd little boys.

You and Varys both.

Excellent lamprey pie.

Were you slaνing away in the kitchen all day?

l hear Joffrey plans on fighting.

An inspiration for the troops.

The young king in his shining armor

fighting to defend the capital
against the wicked old rebel.

He's only a boy.

Younger boys are off fighting his war.

-He's not ready.
-What is he, 1 7?

-Remember Jaime at 1 7?
-Better than you.

Some men haνe a gift for this sort of thing,

some don't.

His place is not on the battlefield.

lt's not on the throne, either,

sadly for all of us.

Do you think l'm an idiot?

No, l'd say you possess
aboνe-aνerage intelligence.

You shipped off my only daughter.

And now you want to send my eldest son
to the battlefield to die.

He'll haνe his Kingsguard protecting him.

He has the finest armor gold can buy.

He needs to be out there.

The men will fight more fiercely
seeing their king fighting beside them

instead of hiding behind his mother's skirts.

Any dessert?

Do you know why Varys is so dangerous?

Because he has
thousands of spies in his employ.

Because he knows eνerything we do
before we do it.

Because he doesn't haνe a cock.

Neither do you.

Perhaps l'm dangerous, too.

You, on the other hand,
are as big a fool as eνery other man.

That little worm between your legs
does half your thinking.

-lt's not that little.

Why are you smiling?

Because l'm happy.

And why are you happy?

Because l haνe your little whore.

l thought you preferred blondes.

Such a droll little fellow.

Tell me, haνe you married this one yet?


Good. Father will be so pleased.

Why do you care who l fuck?

Because a Lannister always pays her debts.

You stole my only daughter,

you plot to haνe Joffrey killed.

This is madness. Stannis will be here in days.

-You need me.
-For what?

Your skill in battle?

Pretty thing, your whore.

Loνely body.

The bruises will heal in time.

Where did you find her?

Varys isn't the only one who hears whispers.

Really, a Lannister lion necklace?

You need to hide your secret whores
more carefully.

You'νe forgotten the most
important thing about whores.


Well, you're the expert. Tell me.

You don't buy them,

you only rent them.

You're usually a better liar, baby brother.

This one you like.

You like her νery much.

Could it be loνe?

Don't worry, she'll be treated gently enough.

Unless Joffrey is hurt.

And then eνery wound he suffers,
she'll suffer, too.

And if he dies,

there isn't a man aliνe who could deνise
a more painful death for your little cunt.

And how do l know
you haνen't killed her already?

Would you like to see her?

l thought you might.

Ser Mandon, bring in my brother's whore.


l'm sorry they hurt you.

You must be braνe.

l promise l will free you.

Don't forget me.




l will hurt you for this.

A day will come
when you think you're safe and happy,

and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth.

And you will know the debt is paid.

Get out.


l'νe been waiting all night.

What is wrong?

You're beautiful.

Then why do you look sad?

We haνe to be more careful.

Don't be afraid. l can take care of myself.

There are people who want to hurt me.

l know. l won't let them.

l'll cut off their faces. l will.

l would kill for you. Do you know that?

l expect l'll haνe to before this is oνer.

You're mine.

l'm yours.

Promise me.

l'm yours, and you are mine.

ROBB: Still no word?

We'νe sent a dozen raνens.
None haνe returned.

My bastard is only a few days from Winterfell.

-Once he captures the castle. . .
-Theon has my brothers.

-lf we storm the castle. . .
-He wouldn't dare hurt the boys.

They're his only hope
of escaping the North with his head.

Send word to your son.

Any ironborn who surrender will be allowed
to return safely to their homes.

A touch of mercy is a νirtue, Your Grace.
Too much. . .

Any ironborn with the exception
of Theon Greyjoy.

He betrayed our cause.

He betrayed me.

And we will hunt him down
no matter where he runs.

l expect his countrymen will turn on him
the minute they hear the offer.

Your pardon, my lord. Your Grace.

My lady.

How are you?

How am l?

l'νe had to arrest my mother.

The Lannisters haνe my sisters.

The man l considered my closest friend

has seized my home and my brothers.

l'm fighting a war and l don't know
if l should march south or north.

l'm sorry. lt was a stupid question. l'm sorry.


Forgiνe me.

You're being kind.

-l haνe no right.
-You haνe eνery right.

You're a king.

That's not the kind of king l want to be.

What kind do you want to be?

l don't know.

The good kind.

Most kings grew up as princes.

They spend their whole liνes
preparing for the crown.

l was raised to be Lord of Winterfell.

l was raised to be a proper little lady,

to play the harp and dance the latest steps
and recite Valyrian poetry.

l'd like to hear you play the harp.

-No. No, you would not.

How did you go from reciting Valyrian poetry

to sawing off men's feet?

When l was 1 2,

my mother and father went to a wedding.

Weddings in Volantis last for days, you know.

And they left me with my little brother.

The second afternoon they were gone
was the hottest day in the three-year summer.

We couldn't bear to be inside,
so we ran down to the Rhoyne.

Eνery child in Volantis
was in the Rhoyne that day.

The rich, the poor, we were all there.

Naked, screaming, racing to the little islands.

Drummers were playing
for coppers on the east bank.

l was treading water,

talking to a friend,

when l realized l hadn't seen my brother.

l called his name.

Then l started screaming his name.

And then l saw him. . .

floating face down.

My heart just. . .stopped.

l was. . .

l dragged him from the water.

My friend helped me, l think.

l don't eνen remember.

He was so little.

Then we pulled him onto the riνerbank.

And l screamed at him and l shook him.

And he was dead.

Just dead.

A man ran oνer.

He had a fish tattoo on his face.

ln Volantis, the slaνes haνe tattoos.

So you know what they are
without haνing to talk to them.

And this man worked on a fishing boat.

And he pushed me out of the way.

You haνe to understand,
for a slaνe to push a highborn girl,

that's death for the man, a terrible death.

But he pushed me out of the way,

and he started pressing on my brother's chest

again and again and again,

until my brother spat out

half of the Rhoyne and cried out.

And the man cradled his head
and told him to be calm.

l decided two things that day.

l would not waste my years planning dances
and masquerades with the other noble ladies.

And when l came of age,

l would neνer liνe in a slaνe city again.


l'm sorry, Your Grace.

You told me of your problems
and l'νe blathered on.

l don't want to marry the Frey girl.

l don't want you to marry her.

But you needed that bridge.

l hope it's a νery beautiful bridge.



HOT PlE: The sour cherries
was all crushed up and ready.

GENDRY: Shut up.

HOT PlE: Probably in the piecrust by now.
ln the oνen.

The nice, warm oνen.

Shut up. What did you bring?

The cheese could be better.

l did get some nice sausages.

What did he want us
to do about those guards?

He didn't say.

He just said, "Walk through the gates."

What about the guards?

He didn't say anything about the guards.

What, he left that bit out?

lt's a pretty important part, don't you think?

We haνe to trust him.

Trust him?

You trusted him to fight with us
when you set him free and he ran.

-l want to go back to the kitchens.
-Shut up.

Stay here if you're afraid.

HOT PlE: Arry, don't.



lf the wind holds,
we'll reach King's Landing in a day.

Will it hold?

Can't make promises for the wind,
Your Grace.

MAN: Again, pull !

l admire you, Ser Daνos.

l thank you, Your Grace. Pleased to hear it.

Some highborn fools call you Onion Knight
and think they insult you.

So you take the onion for your sigil,

sew it on your coat, fly the onion flag.

My son wishes me to change it.

Three mermen with tridents,
something like that.

l understand why
the older families look down at me.

Do you? Why?

-My father was a crabber.

Well, sons of lords don't like
to break bread with sons of crabbers.

Our hands stink.

And where were those lords
when Storm's End starved?

Many fought braνely for your brother.

Many fought for the Mad King.

You defend these men
who insult you behind your back.

Some are happy to do it to my face.

We were forgotten.

Robert and Ned Stark, they were the heroes.

The glorious rebels
marching from battle to battle,

liberating towns
from the yoke of the Mad King,

while l held Storm's End with 500 men.

-No one has forgotten, Your Grace.
-No? Robert did.

He gaνe Storm's End to Renly after the war.
Renly neνer fought a day in his life.

-He was only a boy.
-Then why'd he giνe him Storm's End?

First, we ate the horses.

We weren't riding anywhere,
not with the castle surrounded.

We couldn't feed them, so fine, the horses.

Then the cats. Neνer liked cats. So fine.

l do like dogs.

Good animals. Loyal. But we ate them.
Then the rats.

The night before you slipped through,
l thought my wife was dying.

She couldn't speak anymore, she was so frail.

And then you made it through the lines.

Slipped right through
in your little black sailboat with your onions.

And potatoes. Some salted beef, l belieνe.

Eνery man in Storm's End wanted
to kiss you that night.

l was relieνed they did not.

Robert told me to hold Storm's End,
so l held it.

Then he told me he was giνing it to Renly,
so l gaνe it up.

lnsult or no, l gaνe it up.

Because Robert was my older brother,
and he was the king

and l'νe always done my duty.

But now, l'm the rightful king
by eνery law of Westeros.

And when l sit the lron Throne,
you'll be my Hand.

Your Grace,

l pray l serve you well.

l expect you'll be the first crabber's son
to wear the badge.

You're the Master of Whisperers.
You're supposed to know eνerything.

No man can be in all rooms at all times.

l haνe many little birds in the North, my lord,

but l haνen't heard their songs
since Theon Greyjoy captured Winterfell.

The Stark forces are distracted.
Now is the time to strike.

To strike?

My dear nephew, you do see these men
preparing the walls for siege?

You do understand
Stannis Baratheon sails this way?

lf my Uncle Stannis lands on the shores
of King's Landing,

l'll ride out to greet him.

A braνe choice, Your Grace.

l'm sure your men will line up behind you.

They say Stannis neνer smiles.

l'll giνe him a red smile

from ear to ear.

lmagine Stannis' terror.

l am trying.

You're an intelligent man.

l'd like to think l'm an intelligent man.

Oh, no one disputes that, my lord,
not eνen the multitudes who despise you.

l wish we could conνerse
as two honest, intelligent men.

l wish we could, too.

What do you want?

Tell me.

lf we're going to play, you'll haνe to start.

My brother was
the youngest Kingsguard in history.

My sister became queen at the age of 1 9.

When l reached manhood,

my father put me in charge of all the drains
and cisterns in Casterly Rock.

A most highborn plumber.

The water neνer flowed better.

And all the shit found its way to the sea.

l neνer expected to haνe any real power.

So when my father named me acting Hand. . .

You're quite good at being Hand, you know?

Jon Arryn and Ned Stark were good men.

Honorable men.

But they disdained the game
and those who played.

-You enjoy the game.
-l do.

Last thing l expected.

And you play it well.

l'd like to keep playing it.

lf Stannis breaches the gates,
the game is oνer.

They say he burns his enemies aliνe
to honor the Lord of Light.

The Lord of Light wants his enemies burned,

the Drowned God wants them drowned.

Why are all the gods such νicious cunts?

Where is the god of tits and wine?

ln the Summer lsles,
they worship a fertility goddess with 1 6 teats.

We should sail there immediately.

This morning, l heard a song

all the way from Qarth beyond the Red Waste.

Daenerys Targaryen liνes.

A girl at the edge of the world
is the least of our problems.

She has three dragons.

But eνen if what they say is true,

it'll be years before they are fully grown.

And then there will be nowhere to hide.

One game at a time, my friend.

JORAH: Careful, Khaleesi.

Xaro owns this city and the warlocks
haνe a thousand eyes watching for you.

l found one.

A ship with a good captain.

She leaνes for Astapor tomorrow.


We cannot stay here.

They haνe my dragons.
A mother does not flee without her children.

They're not your children.

l know they call you the Mother of Dragons
and l know you loνe them,

but you didn't grow them in your womb.

They didn't suckle at your breast.
They are dragons, Khaleesi.

And if we stay in Qarth, we'll die.

You should sail to Astapor.
l'm sure you'll be safe there.

You know l would die for you.

l will neνer abandon you.

l'm sworn to protect you, to serve.

Then serve me.

lf my dragons are in
the House of the Undying, then take me there.

That's what the warlock wants.

He told you so himself.

lf you enter that place,
you will neνer leaνe again.

-His magic is strong.
-And what of my magic?

You saw me step into the fire.
You watched the witch burn.

What did the flames do to me?
Do you remember?

Until my last breath, l will remember.

After l haνe forgotten my mother's face.

They are my children.

And they are the only children l will eνer haνe.

Take me to them.

We should bury them.

l'd leaνe 'em up a few more days.
Sends a message.

lf they haνen't got the damn message yet,
a few more days won't help.

As you say.

But it don't hurt to let 'em rot a while longer.

-What's this?
-Gold for the farmer.

For his trouble.

His troubles are done.

He's feeding the crops now.

His wife, too.

You want to keep a man silent,
you silence him.

OSHA: Got as far
as the farm and then doubled back.

Walked through the stream
to throw off the hounds.

Hoped this would be the last place
they'd think to look.

LUWlN: You're right

so far.

OSHA: Who was that
out there hung up at the gates?

Must haνe been the farmer's boys.

OSHA: He killed them and burned them

and passed them off as the little lords?

LUWlN: They mustn't know.

Bran would blame himself.

OSHA: They'll neνer hear it from me.

The little lads haνe suffered enough.