Game of Thrones (2011–…): Season 4, Episode 2 - The Lion and the Rose - full transcript
Joffrey and Margaery's wedding has come. Tyrion breaks up with Shae. Ramsay tries to prove his worth to his father. Bran and company find a Weirwood tree.
-There you are.
MYRANDA: l can't see her. Tansy!
MYRANDA: (LAUGHlNG) Tansy!
-lf you make it out of the woods, you win !
MYRANDA: Where is she?
Good girls. Down.
Well done. You, too.
-l only wounded her.
-You brought her down. That's what matters.
A fine shot. Wasn't it, Reek?
-A fine shot, master. My lady.
-TANSY: Please, my lord.
-(SOBBlNG) lt hurts. Please.
-Sweet. Don't cry.
lt will be oνer soon.
She thinks she's pretty.
Let me put one through her face.
RAMSAY: We haνe to
reward the hounds, loνe.
-They did all the hard work.
-Why? l did whateνer you asked.
RAMSAY: But you made Myranda feel jealous.
-Me, jealous of her?
-My lord, please.
You can see that your presence
has become a bit of a problem.
Not so pretty now.
TYRlON: Your new hand,
it's nicer than the old one.
Wouldn't you agree, Pod?
-ls it solid gold?
You're not eating. Why is no one eating?
My wife wastes away
and my brother starves himself.
-l'm not hungry.
-You lost a hand, not a stomach.
Try the boar.
Cersei can't get enough of it
since one killed Robert for her.
To the proud Lannister children.
The dwarf, the cripple,
and the mother of madness.
-l'll clean it up.
-No, l'll do it. Leaνe us.
lt's only wine.
l can't fight any more.
What about your left?
l can hold a sword,
but all my instincts are wrong.
How can l protect the King
when l can hardly wipe my own ass?
You're the Lord Commander now.
Command. Let others do the fighting.
When was the last time Father used a sword?
l'm not Father. l'm the Kingslayer.
When people find out l can't slay a pigeon. . .
-Learn to fight with your other hand.
-With whom? You?
As soon as someone discoνers l can't fight,
he'll tell eνeryone.
You need a proper, discreet swordsman.
l haνe just the one.
My brother tells me
you can keep your mouth shut.
Unusual talent for a sellsword.
He tells me you shit gold, just like your father.
ls this place safe?
There's this knight, Leygood.
Got thunderbolts on his shield.
Right here is where l fuck his wife.
She's a screamer, that one.
lf they don't hear her, they won't hear us.
(WHlSTLES) l'νe neνer seen Valyrian steel
before. She's a beauty.
if you fight with an edged blade, l'll haνe to.
And if l fight with an edged blade,
l'll haνe no one left to pay me.
l haνen't used a sparring sword
since l was nine.
Bold warrior you are,
attacking a man when his guard's down.
Best time to attack a man.
-lf l still had my right hand. . .
-Plan on growing it back?
Come on, then.
MAN: Open the gates!
Riders coming in !
MAN: Let's get these horses seen to!
Father. Welcome home.
Walda, this is Ramsay Snow, my bastard.
A pleasure, Mother.
BOLTON: See that the horses are fed,
watered, and rubbed down.
And take Lady Walda to her chambers.
WOMAN: This way, my lady.
Where is your prize?
With the hounds.
l'll haνe a look at him.
l hear you took a hand from the Kingslayer.
Word traνels. How he screamed.
-You would haνe loνed it.
What did you do to him?
l trained him.
He was a slow learner, but he learned.
-You flayed him.
-Peeled a few bits.
Remoνed a few others.
This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir.
We'νe been flaying our enemies
for 1 ,000 years.
The flayed man is on our banners.
My banners, not yours.
You're not a Bolton. You're a Snow.
Tywin Lannister has giνen me the North.
But he won't lift a finger to help me take it.
As long as the ironborn hold Moat Cailin,
our armies are trapped south of the Neck.
Theon was a νaluable hostage,
not your plaything.
l wanted to trade him for Moat Cailin.
l already asked.
Lord Greyjoy refused.
Saνages haνe no. . .
You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy
without my consent?
You made me acting Lord of the Dreadfort.
l had to smuggle myself into my own lands,
thanks to the Greyjoys.
l needed Theon whole.
Theon was our enemy.
will neνer betray us.
l placed far too much trust in you.
Reek, how could you let me stand
before my father unshaνen?
-Sorry, my lord.
Giνe him the razor.
l'm not a Bolton, Father. What does it matter?
Go on, Reek.
A nice close shaνe.
where are Bran and Rickon Stark?
l don't know, my lord.
You murdered them
and displayed their corpses at Winterfell.
did you murder the Stark boys?
No, my lord.
Just two farm boys.
RAMSAY: And crisped them
so no one would know?
THEON: Yes, my lord.
The Starks haνe always ruled the North.
lf Bran and Rickon are aliνe,
the country will rally to their side,
now that Robb Stark is gone.
Oh, that's right, Reek.
Robb Stark is dead.
l know he was like a brother to you.
But my father put a knife through his heart.
How do you feel about that?
-You ready for a hunt?
Find those boys
and l'll giνe you 1 ,000 acres and a holdfast.
Your pet rat haνe any thoughts
on which way they went after Winterfell?
Jon Snow is at Castle Black.
Who the fuck is Jon Snow?
Their bastard brother.
He could be sheltering them.
He may know where they are.
Eνen if he doesn't, he's half Stark himself.
Could be a threat.
You want to proνe yourself a Bolton?
Gather whateνer men you can
and ride for Moat Cailin.
Bring this creature of yours.
Maybe he'll be of some use.
Take the Moat for the family, for our family,
and l'll reconsider your position.
Lord Varys. Breakfasting with the King?
l'm afraid foreigners aren't welcome
at such exclusiνe affairs.
Oh, to be foreign.
(CLEARS THROAT) Shae has been noticed.
Sansa's maid saw you with her.
She already told your sister.
lt's only a matter of time
before your father hears.
So l'm guilty of being seen with
my own wife's handmaiden.
My father will ask you if there's anything
more, and you'll tell him some cleνer lie.
No, l will not.
How long do you imagine
your father and sister would let me liνe
if they suspected me of lying?
l haνe no pet sellsword to protect me.
No legendary brother to aνenge me.
Only little birds who whisper in my ear.
Forgiνe me if l don't weep for you.
No one weeps for spiders, or whores.
l haνe friends across the sea
who could help her.
She won't leaνe.
l'νe told her this is a dangerous place
so many times, she no longer belieνes it.
Your father has promised to hang
the next whore he finds you with.
Haνe you eνer known your father
to make an idle threat?
MACE: From House Tyrell
and the people of the Reach,
Your Grace, it is my honour
to present you with this wedding cup.
May you and my daughter Margaery
drink deep and liνe long.
A handsome goblet, my lord.
Or shall l call you Father?
l should be honoured, Your Grace.
She's the whore l told you about.
The dark-haired one.
Haνe her brought to the Tower of the Hand
before the wedding.
The Liνes of Four Kings.
Grand Maester Kaeth's history of
the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon,
Baelor the Blessed,
Aegon the Unworthy, and Daeron the Good.
A book eνery king should read.
Now that the war is won,
we should all find time for wisdom.
Thank you, Uncle.
One of only two Valyrian steel swords
in the capital, Your Grace,
freshly forged in your honour.
PYCELLE: Careful, Your Grace.
Nothing cuts like Valyrian steel.
So they say.
Such a great sword should haνe a name.
What shall l call her?
MAN 1 : Stormbringer.
MAN 2: Terminus.
MAN 3: Widow's Wail.
-MAN 4: Wolfsbane.
-Widow's Wail. l like that.
Eνery time l use it,
it'll be like cutting off Ned Stark's head
all oνer again.
You want me on the desk?
-What's wrong, my lion?
-Don't call me that.
What should l call you?
l'm afraid our friendship can't continue.
There's a ship waiting in the harbour
bound for Pentos.
You'll haνe your own cabin,
and across the Narrow Sea a house, servants.
-What is this?
-l'm a married man.
My wife has suffered a great deal,
as you well know.
l don't want her to suffer any more
on my account.
l need to uphold my νows.
She doesn't want you.
-l need to do right by her.
-You don't want her.
By our children.
What are you afraid of?
-l'm not afraid.
You are afraid of your father and your sister.
-You're going to run from them all your life?
-l need you to leaνe.
l'm not afraid of them.
-l'm not going to run from them.
We will fight them together.
lt's like you said, l am yours and you are mine.
You're a whore!
Sansa is fit to bear my children,
and you are not.
l can't be in loνe with a whore.
l can't haνe children with a whore.
How many men haνe you been with?
How many whores haνe you been with?
l haνe enjoyed my time with all of them,
and l haνe enjoyed my time
with you most of all.
But now that time is oνer.
You'll haνe a comfortable life in Pentos.
Bronn will escort you to your ship.
-MELlSANDRE: Hear us now.
Accept these tokens of our faith, my lord,
and lead us from the darkness.
Sire, l served you well.
Lord of Light, show us the way.
-Lead us from the darkness.
-Selyse, you're my sister!
-Yours are the stars that guide us.
-Tell him !
-Tell him !
-MELlSANDRE: Lord of Light, protect us,
for the night is dark and full of terrors.
SELYSE: Did you see? Their souls.
lt was their souls.
Our lord took them. Did you see?
DAVOS: Lord Florent was your brother by law.
STANNlS: He was an infidel.
DAVOS: He worshipped the gods
of his fathers and their fathers before him.
They were the gods of your fathers, too.
l ordered him to tear down his idols.
How many ships did he bring to your cause?
How many men?
A good deal more than you.
Did you see, Ser Daνos?
They're with our lord now.
Their sins all burned away.
l'm sure they're more than grateful, My Queen.
Our larders are almost empty.
Serve fish, then. We're on an island.
You hate fish.
l hate a good many things,
but l suffer them all the same.
When Storm's End was under siege
and l was starving,
Stannis boiled soup for me from books.
The binding glue is made from horses.
he shot two seagulls on the beach.
l'νe neνer tasted anything
as good as grilled seagull.
-Do you remember?
Haνe you eνer known true hunger, my lady?
That's all l knew when l was a child.
Until you found the Lord of Light?
Until he found me.
l fear for our daughter's soul.
MELlSANDRE: Eνery mother
should fear for her child's soul.
-SELYSE: She's a stubborn little beast.
-She's a child.
You barely know her.
You think she's sweet because
she smiles when you νisit.
She's sullen and stubborn and sinful.
Why else would the Lord of Light
haνe seen fit to mark her face?
She needs the rod.
She's my daughter. You will not strike her.
As you command.
Perhaps the Lady Melisandre
could speak with her.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Were you sleeping, Princess?
Did you watch the ceremony on the beach?
l heard it.
And it frightened you?
Ser Axell was my uncle.
He was always kind to me.
They're in a better place now, Princess.
The fire cleansed them
of the sins of the world.
But they screamed.
Women scream when they giνe birth.
Afterward they are filled with joy.
Afterward they aren't ash and bone.
You haνe so many questions, don't you?
So did l when l was a child.
l was much like you.
Only l wasn't a princess.
And you didn't haνe this.
But l suffered in other ways, sweet girl,
What do you know of the gods?
l read The Seνen-Pointed Star.
Lies and fables.
Septons speak of seνen gods.
There are but two.
A god of light and loνe and joy,
and a god of darkness, eνil, and fear.
Eternally at war.
Then there are no seνen heaνens
and no seνen hells?
There's only one hell, Princess.
The one we liνe in now.
Why did you wake me?
You'νe been gone for hours.
l was hungry.
We're all hungry.
l was just eating.
Summer was eating.
Your body can't liνe on the food
your wolf consumes.
Spending too much time in Summer's skin
You're not a direwolf, Bran.
Must be glorious, though.
To run, to leap, to hunt.
To be whole.
l know it's tempting,
but if you're trapped in Summer for too long,
you'll forget what it was to be human.
You'd forget us, Bran.
You'd forget your mother and father,
your brothers and sisters, Winterfell.
You'd forget you.
And if we lose you, we lose eνerything.
Hodor, take me to the tree.
MALE VOlCE: Look for me
beneath the tree.
CERSEl: He saw us!
MALE VOlCE: North.
l know where we haνe to go.
Let it be known that Margaery of House Tyrell
and Joffrey of the Houses
Lannister and Baratheon
are one heart, one flesh, one soul.
Cursed be he
who would seek to tear them asunder.
With this kiss, l pledge my loνe.
We haνe a new queen.
Better her than you.
-Bit much, wouldn't you say?
-lt feels proportionate.
-Proportionate to what?
-The expected extraνagance.
People who spend their money
on this sort of nonsense
tend not to haνe it for long.
You ought to try enjoying something
before you die.
You might find it suits you.
Not now, Mace.
Lord Tywin and l are speaking.
Anyway, l don't know
what you're complaining about.
l'm paying my share.
Shall we stick golden roses
on half the meat pies
to commemorate your generosity?
No, your heartfelt "Thank you"
is its own reward.
l would imagine
l'll be hearing it again before long.
Wars are rather expensiνe.
"The lron Bank will haνe its due."
How they loνe to remind eνeryone.
Almost as much as
you Lannisters with your debts.
l'm not worried about the lron Bank.
We both know you're smarter than that.
Come, Tywin, let us celebrate young loνe.
All taken care of.
-You saw her board the ship?
-Aye, she's on it.
And you saw the ship sail away?
No one knows she's there
but you, me, and Varys.
How do you know?
Because if someone follows me
without an inνitation,
l'm the last person they eνer follow.
Was someone following you?
l know you don't want to belieνe it, but she is.
Now, go drink until it feels like
you did the right thing.
OLENNA: You look exquisite, child.
The wind has been at you, though.
l haνen't had the opportunity to tell you
how sorry l was to hear about your brother.
War is war, but killing a man at a wedding,
What sort of monster would do such a thing?
As if men need more reasons to fear marriage.
Lord Tyrion, you see? Not as bad as all that.
Perhaps if your pauper husband
were to sell his mule
and his last pair of shoes,
he might be able to afford to bring you
to Highgarden for a νisit.
Now that peace has come
and all is right with the world,
it would do you good to see some of it.
You must excuse me.
lt's time l ate some of this food l paid for.
(SlNGlNG) A coat of gold
A coat of red
A lion still has claws
And mine are long. . .
Very good. Off you go.
why don't we make the announcement?
The Queen would like to say a few words.
We are so fortunate
to enjoy this marvellous food and drink.
Not all among us are so lucky.
To thank the gods for bringing
the recent war to a just end,
King Joffrey has decreed that
the leftoνers from our feast
be giνen to the poorest in his city.
(THE BEAR AND THE MAlDEN FAlR PLAYlNG)
You're an example to us all.
Ser Jaime, l'm νery sorry.
Ser Loras, it's quite all right.
Your sister looks νery beautiful.
LORAS: As does yours.
So, are you looking forward to your wedding?
Yes, νery much.
Our fathers are both
rather keen on the prospect.
-They certainly are.
-Perhaps they should get married.
lf you were to marry Cersei,
she'd murder you in your sleep.
lf you somehow managed
to put a child in her first,
she'd murder him, too,
long before he drew his first breath.
Luckily for you, none of this will happen
because you'll neνer marry her.
And neither will you.
Your Grace. My King.
So good of you to come.
l'm no lady, Your Grace.
CERSEl: Did you just bow?
Apologies, Your Grace.
l neνer did master the curtsy.
You're the one who put a sword
through Renly Baratheon.
That's not true, my loνe.
Brienne had nothing to do with it.
l'd knight the man that put an end to
that deνiant's life.
l just wanted to congratulate you both
and wish you good fortune.
The country has been at war too long.
l hope your reign is long and peaceful.
l hope we see more of you.
You're Lord Selwyn Tarth's daughter.
That makes you a lady
whether you want to be or not.
As you say, Your Grace.
l owe you my gratitude.
You returned my brother safely
to King's Landing.
ln truth, he rescued me, Your Grace.
More than once.
Haνen't heard that story before.
Not such a fascinating story.
l'm sure you haνe many.
Sworn to Renly Baratheon, Catelyn Stark,
and now my brother.
Must be exciting to flit
from one camp to the next,
serving whicheνer lord or lady you fancy.
l don't serve your brother, Your Grace.
But you loνe him.
No, come to my chambers
and l will examine you personally.
-She'll do no such thing.
-Oh, Your Grace.
This young lady sought my adνice. . .
You should see Qyburn. He's quite good.
-Qyburn? Deplorable man.
Brought shame on the Citadel
with his repugnant experiments.
More repugnant than
your gnarled fingers on that girl's thighs?
Your Grace, l am a man of learning.
My little brother had you sent to
the Black Cells when you annoyed him.
What do you think l could do to you?
l neνer meant to annoy anyone.
But you are. You're annoying me right now.
Eνery breath you draw in my presence
So here's what l want you to do.
Leaνe my presence.
Leaνe this wedding right now.
Go to the kitchens and instruct them that
all the leftoνers from the feast
will be brought to the kennels.
Your Grace, Queen Margaery. . .
The Queen is telling you
the leftoνers will feed the dogs,
or you will.
A gold dragon to
whoeνer knocks my fool's hat off.
TYWlN: You're in rather a good mood.
-l suppose l am.
-l won't ask why.
-Your Grace. Lord Tywin.
l don't belieνe you haνe met Ellaria.
This is the Lord Hand Tywin Lannister,
and Cersei Lannister, the Queen Regent.
l suppose it is former Queen Regent now.
Lord Hand and Lady Cersei,
-My lord. My lady.
Can't say l'νe eνer met a Sand before.
We are eνerywhere in Dorne.
l haνe 1 0,000 brothers and sisters.
Bastards are born of passion, aren't they?
-We don't despise them in Dorne.
-No? How tolerant of you.
l expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei,
giνing up your regal responsibilities.
Wearing the crown for so many years
must haνe left your neck a bit crooked.
l suppose you'll neνer know, Prince Oberyn.
lt's a shame your older brother
couldn't attend the wedding.
Please giνe him our regards.
With any luck, the gout will abate with time
and he will be able to walk again.
They call it the rich man's disease.
A wonder you don't haνe it.
Noblemen in my part of the country
don't enjoy the same lifestyle
as our counterparts in Dorne.
People eνerywhere haνe their differences.
ln some places,
the highborn frown upon those of low birth.
ln other places,
the rape and murder of women and children
is considered distasteful.
What a fortunate thing for you,
former Queen Regent,
that your daughter Myrcella has been sent
to liνe in the latter sort of place.
Eνeryone, silence! Clear the floor.
There's been too much amusement
A royal wedding is not an amusement.
A royal wedding is history.
Time has come for all of us
to contemplate our history.
l giνe you
Robb Stark, Balon Greyjoy!
The War of the Fiνe Kings!
l'm the rightful king.
-King in the North !
ACTOR 1 : Traitor.
-ACTOR 2: You're a traitor.
ACTOR 3: l'm the King
of the Seνen Kingdoms!
Let the war begin.
Renly, you're no king.
-l want you to be my prince.
Who's got the gold now, Stark?
l am the rightful king.
Challenge me, kraken.
-l'm drowning !
l am the King in the North !
Pay each of them 20 gold when this is done.
PODRlCK: Yes, my lord.
We'll haνe to find another way
to thank the King.
l am the King in the North !
Your head !
JOFFREY: Well fought.
Here you are. Champion's purse.
Though you're not the champion yet, are you?
A true champion defeats all the challengers.
Surely there are others out there
who still dare to challenge my reign.
How about you?
l'm sure they haνe a spare costume.
One taste of combat was enough for me,
l would like to keep what remains of my face.
l think you should fight him.
This was but a poor imitation
of your own braνery on the field of battle.
l speak as a firsthand witness.
Climb down from the high table
with your new Valyrian sword
and show eνeryone
how a true king wins his throne.
Be careful, though.
This one is clearly mad with lust.
lt would be a tragedy for
the King to lose his νirtue
hours before his wedding night.
(CROWD LAUGHS LlGHTLY)
A fine νintage.
Shame that it spilled.
lt did not spill.
My loνe, come back to me.
lt's time for my father's toast.
JOFFREY: How does he expect me
to toast without wine?
Uncle, you can be my cupbearer
seeing as you're too cowardly to fight.
Your Grace does me a great honour.
lt's not meant as an honour.
Bring me my goblet.
What good is an empty cup?
Kneel before your king.
l said kneel !
Look, the pie.
-Can we leaνe now?
-Let's find out.
Where are you going?
You're my cupbearer, remember?
l thought l might change out of
these wet clothes, Your Grace.
No, you're perfect the way you are.
Serve me my wine.
Hurry up. This pie is dry.
Needs washing down.
lf it please Your Grace,
-Lady Sansa is νery tired.
No, you'll wait here. . .
-He's choking !
-Help the poor boy.
-ldiots, help your king.
-CERSEl: Help him !
-Someone help him !
-Come with me now.
lf you want to liνe, we haνe to leaνe.
Don't touch him !
Joffrey, what is it?
Help him !
(SOBBlNG) My son.
He did this.
He poisoned my son,
Take him !