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Game of Thrones (2011–…): Season 7, Episode 5 - Eastwatch - full transcript

Darnerys demands loyalty from the surviving Lannister soldiers; Jon heeds Bran's warning about White Walkers on the move; Cersei vows to vanquish anyone or anything that stands in her way.


(GASPS)

- (STRAINS)
- (GASPS)

(CONTINUES GASPING)

(COUGHING)

(BOTH PANTING)

You could've killed me.

The fuck were you doing back there?

Ending the war. Killing her.

You saw the dragon
between you and her?

And?

Listen to me, cunt.
Till I get what I want,

a dragon doesn't get to kill you.
You don't get to kill you.

Only I get to kill you.

JAIME: That was only one of them.

She has two more.

If she decides to use them,
to really use them...

You're fucked.

Don't you mean we're fucked?

No, I do not.

Dragons are where
our partnership ends.

I'm not gonna be around

when those things
start spitting fire on King's Landing.

I have to tell Cersei.

May as well jump back in that river.

(DROGON ROARS)

(DROGON ROARING)

I know what Cersei has told you.

That I've come to destroy your cities,

burn down your homes,
murder you and orphan your children.

That's Cersei Lannister, not me.

I'm not here to murder,

and all I want to destroy is the wheel
that has rolled over rich and poor,

to the benefit of no one but
the Cersei Lannisters of the world.

I offer you a choice.

Bend the knee and join me.

Together, we will leave the world
a better place than we found it.

Or refuse, and die.

(ROARS)

Step forward, my lord.

You will not kneel?

I already have a queen.

TYRION: My sister.

She wasn't your queen
until recently, though, was she?

When she murdered your rightful queen,

and destroyed House Tyrell
for all time.

So, it appears your allegiances
are somewhat flexible.

There are no easy choices in war.

Say what you will about your sister,
she was born in Westeros.

She's lived here all her life.

You, on the other hand,

murdered your own father,

and chose to support
a foreign invader,

one with no ties to this land,

an army of savages at her back.

You will not trade
your honor for your life.

I respect that.

Perhaps he could take the black,
Your Grace.

Whatever else he is,
he is a true soldier.

He'd be invaluable at the Wall.

You cannot send me to the Wall.

You are not my queen.

You will have to kill me, too.

Step back and shut your mouth.

Who are you?

A stupid boy.

I am Dickon Tarly,
son of Randyll Tarly.

You are the future of your house.

This war has already wiped
one great house from the world.

Don't let it happen again.
Bend the knee.

I will not.

Your Grace,

nothing scrubs bold notions
from a man's head

like a few weeks in a dark cell.

I meant what I said.

I'm not here to put men in chains.

If that becomes an option,
many will take it.

I gave them a choice.

They made it.

Your Grace, if you start beheading
entire families...

I'm not beheading anyone.

(SCREECHES)

Your Grace.

DAENERYS:
Lord Randyll Tarly, Dickon Tarly,

I, Daenerys of House Targaryen,
first of my name,

Breaker of Chains
and Mother of Dragons,

sentence you to die.

Dracarys.

(BOTH SCREAM)

(PANTING)

My... My lord...

How many men did we lose?

We haven't done a full accounting.

It's not only armies that win wars.

We have the Tyrell gold,
we have the Iron Bank behind us,

we can buy mercenaries.

Not the same as our men,

but they'll fight if
they're well paid, which they will be.

I just saw the Dothraki fight.

They'll beat any mercenary army.
They'll beat any army I've ever seen.

Killing our men wasn't war for them,
it was sport.

Her dragon burned 1,000 wagons.

Qyburn's scorpion fired bolts
bigger than you,

they couldn't stop it.
And she has three of them.

This isn't a war we can win.

So, what do we do?

Sue for peace?

I sit on her father's throne,
the father you betrayed and murdered.

And in her mind, she's winning.

What sort of offer
do you think she'd make?

Maybe we can count on Tyrion
to intercede on our behalf,

by way of apology
for murdering our father and son.

He didn't.

You saw the crossbow,
you saw his body.

I'm not talking about Father.

Tyrion didn't kill Joffrey.
He had nothing to do with it.

After all this time,

- it still amazes me...
- It was Olenna.

She confessed before she died.

And this was before or after she drank
the poison you so kindly provided her?

After.

And you believed her.

If you were Olenna,

would you rather have seen
your granddaughter

married to Joffrey or Tommen?

Which one would Margaery
have been better able to control?

Which one would have made Olenna
the true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms?

She was telling the truth.

I shouldn't have listened to you.

She should have died screaming.

She's dead, like her son,
her grandchildren, her whole house.

And if we don't find
a way out of this war,

we'll follow them.

So, we fight and die
or we submit and die.

I know my choice.

A soldier should know his.

(DROGON SCREECHING)

(CONTINUES SCREECHING)

(LOW GROWL)

(DROGON TRILLS)

(DROGON GRUNTING SOFTLY)

(JON EXHALES)

They're beautiful, aren't they?

Wasn't the word
I was thinking of, but...

But, yes, they are.

Gorgeous beasts.

They're not beasts to me.

No matter how big they get,
or how terrifying to everyone else,

they're my children.

You weren't gone long.

No.

And?

And I have fewer enemies today
than I did yesterday.

You're not sure
how you feel about that.

No, I'm not.

How many men did your army kill taking
Winterfell back from the Boltons?

JON: Thousands.

We both want to help people.

We can only help them
from a position of strength.

Sometimes strength is terrible.

When you first came here,

Ser Davos said you took a knife
in the heart for your people.

Ser Davos gets carried away.

So, it was a figure of speech.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

This man says
he is your friend, Khaleesi.

He is my friend.

Your Grace.

Jon Snow, this is Ser Jorah Mormont,
an old friend.

I served with your father.

He was a great man.

You look strong.

You found a cure?

I wouldn't be here if I hadn't.

I return to your service, my queen.

If you'll have me.

It would be my honor.

(RAVENS CAWING)

(RAVENS CAWING RAPIDLY)

(BRAN GASPS)

(PANTS)

Ravens. We need to send ravens.

I put very little stock in it myself.

Prophecies of doom
are never in short supply,

especially when winter comes.

EBROSE: I remember Wolkan.

A little timid but a sharp mind.

MAESTER: The North has dulled
many a good Maester's wits.

Hard to say whether it's the cold,
the drink, or the company.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

A crippled boy claims
to have seen dead men

on the march Beyond the Wall,

thanks to the magical help
of a raven with three eyes?

EBROSE: Yes, it is a bit much.

- Still, we ought to write back for...
- SAMWELL: Brandon Stark.

The crippled boy.

Do you know him?

I led him through the Wall years ago.
I saw him go Beyond the Wall.

And?

Somehow, a crippled boy survived
for years Beyond the Wall

when no one else could.

Not the Night's Watch,
not the wildlings, no one.

Perhaps we ought to listen
to what he has to say.

Perhaps you need more scribing work
to discipline your mind.

I sense a more detailed proposal
is forthcoming?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Everyone in Westeros trusts
and respects you.

If you tell people the threat is real,
they'll believe it.

If you advise all the lords to send
their men north to hold the Wall,

they'll do it.

And if you tell every maester
in the Citadel

to search every word of every
faded scroll about the Long Night,

they may find something that lets us
defeat the Army of the Dead for good.

It could be done.

And this news could be authentic.
It's possible.

It's also possible that this message
is part of a ploy by the Dragon Queen

to lure southern armies away

from the lands
they are currently defending,

to open those lands to easy conquest.

That does seem far more likely
than magic birds talking to cripples.

Archmaester, please.

It's real.

I've seen it.

We will write to Maester Wolkan
at Winterfell for clarification.

I promise you, we will get
to the truth of it one way or another.

- Archmaester, please...
- That will be all, Tarly.

MAESTER: It brings to mind
the work of Jenny of Oldstones,

the charlatan who claimed descent
from the Children of the Forest.

Don't forget the prophet Lodos,
who promised

that the Drowned God would rise up
and destroy Aegon the Conqueror.

Oh, Lodos. (CHUCKLES)

Is he the one whose father and brother
were just burned alive?

I'm afraid so.

A horrible business.

I haven't had the heart
to tell him yet.

He's a good lad.

Right.

The ravenry was falling apart
the last time I checked.

All rulers demand
that people bend the knee.

That's why they're rulers.

She gave Tarly a choice.

A man who had taken up
arms against her.

What else could she do?

Not burn him alive alongside his son?

I am her Hand, not her head.
I can't make her decisions for her.

That's what I used to tell myself
about her father.

I found the traitors, but I wasn't
the one burning them alive.

I was only a purveyor of information.

It's what I told myself
when I watched them beg for mercy.

"I'm not the one doing it."

And the pitch of their screams
rose higher.

"I'm not the one doing it."

When their hair caught fire,

and the smell of their burning flesh
filled the Throne Room,

"I'm not the one doing it."

TYRION: Daenerys is not her father.

And she never will be.

With the right counsel.

You need to find
a way to make her listen.

Who's that for?

Jon Snow.

Did you read it?

It's a sealed scroll
for the King in the North.

What's it say?

Nothing good.

I thought Arya was dead.

I thought Bran was dead.

I'm happy for you.

You don't look happy.

Bran saw the Night King and his army
marching towards Eastwatch.

If they make it past the Wall...

The Wall has kept them out
for thousands of years, presumably.

I need to go home.

You said you don't have enough men.

We'll fight with the men we have.

Unless you'll join us?

And give the country to Cersei?

As soon as I march away,
she marches in.

Perhaps not.

Cersei thinks the Army of the Dead
is nothing but a story

made up by wet nurses
to frighten children.

What if we prove her wrong?

I don't think she'll come see the dead
at my invitation.

So, bring the dead to her.

I thought that was what
we were trying to avoid.

We don't have to bring the whole army.

Only one soldier.

Is that possible?

The first wight I ever saw

was brought into Castle Black
from Beyond the Wall.

Bring one of these things
down to King's Landing,

and show her the truth.

Anything you bring back
will be useless

unless Cersei grants us an audience

and is somehow convinced
not to murder us

the moment we set foot in the capital.

The only person she listens to
is Jaime.

He might listen to me.

And how would you
get into King's Landing?

I can smuggle you in.

But if the gold cloaks
were to recognize you,

I'm warning you, I'm not a fighter.

Well, it'll all be for nothing if
we don't have one of these dead men.

Fair point.
How do you propose to find one?

With the queen's permission,
I'll go north and take one.

You asked me to find a cure
so I could serve you.

Allow me to serve you.

The Free Folk will help us.

They know the real north
better than anyone.

They won't follow Ser Jorah.

They won't have to.

DAVOS: You can't lead
a raid Beyond the Wall.

You're not in
the Night's Watch anymore,

you're King in the North.

I'm the only one here
who's fought them.

I'm the only one here who knows them.

I haven't given you
permission to leave.

With respect, Your Grace,
I don't need your permission.

I am a king.

And I came here knowing that
you could have your men behead me

or your dragons burn me alive.

I put my trust in you, a stranger,

because I knew it was
the best chance for my people,

for all our people.

Now I'm asking you
to trust in a stranger,

'cause it's our best chance.

(MEN CLAMORING)

LORD 1: The King in the North
should stay in the North.

(LORDS AGREEING)

LORD 2: We did not choose you
to rule us, my lady.

But perhaps we should have.

(LORDS AGREEING)

ROYCE: The Knights of the Vale
came here for you, Lady Stark.

You are very kind, my lords.

But Jon is our king.
He is doing what he thinks is best.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SANSA: I warned Jon this would happen.

That he couldn't leave the North

and expect it to just sit
and wait for him like Ghost.

He didn't,
he trusted you to hold it for him.

Well, he's not making it easy.
The Northern Lords are proud.

These are Mother
and Father's chambers.

And? (SIGHS)

Nothing.

Don't do that.

What?

Say what you mean.

You always liked nice things.

Made you feel better than everyone.

Are you angry with me?

They were insulting Jon,
and you sat there and listened.

I listened to their complaints,

which is my responsibility
as Lady of Winterfell.

Their opinions are important to you.

Glover has 500 men
and Royce has 2,000.

Offend them and Jon loses his army.

Not if they lose their heads first.

Winterfell didn't just
fall into our hands.

We took it back.

And the Mormonts, and the Hornwoods,
and the wildlings, and the Vale.

All of us, working together.

Now, I'm sure cutting off heads
is very satisfying,

but that's not the way
you get people to work together.

And if Jon doesn't come back,
you'll need their support.

So you can work together
to give you what you really want.

How can you even think
such a horrible thing?

You're thinking it right now.

You don't want to be.

But the thought just won't go away.

I have work to do.

My lady.

Last time I was here,
I killed my father with a crossbow.

Last time I was here,
you killed my son with wildfire.

There's a path to the left
that hugs the cliff.

The guards hardly ever patrol it.
Too many steps.

You're not staying here?

I've got my own business
in Flea Bottom.

What if someone takes the boat?

Then we're fucked. Best hurry.

JAIME: We don't have time for this.

We should be preparing the city
for a siege.

The Dothraki are coming.

BRONN: All the more reason
for you to train.

Unless you plan
on fighting Dothraki 12-year-olds.

JAIME: Well, I seem to recall them
giving you a bit of trouble as well.

And here I am, ready to train.

JAIME: Why down here?

I don't think you want people to see
how you look swinging that thing yet.

Today might be the day
I kill you by accident.

Oh, you won't be swinging it at me.

I'll leave you to it.

I needed to see you.

And I knew you'd never agree to meet.

You made me look like a complete fool.

I thought I'd surprise you
by hitting Casterly Rock.

But you were three steps ahead of me.

Abandoned the family home,
completely unsentimental.

Father would have been proud.

- Don't talk about Father.
- Listen to me...

I once told Bronn

that if I ever saw you again,
I'd cut you in half.

It'll take you a while
with a sparring sword.

He was going to execute me.

He knew I was innocent.

He didn't hate me
because of anything I did.

He hated me because of what I am.

A little monster sent to punish him.

Did he...

Did he think... Did he think
I wanted to be born this way?

- Did he think I chose it...
- What do you want?

Daenerys will win this war.

You're a military man.

You must know
there's no way around that.

Daenerys is not her father.

She's even willing
to suspend hostilities

if Cersei agrees to certain terms.

You want Cersei to bend the knee,
you can ask her yourself.

I... I don't. And Daenerys doesn't.

Not right now, anyway.

She has a more important request.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Wasn't sure I'd find you.

Thought you might still be rowing.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I looked in shops, taverns, brothels.

Should have known to come
straight to the Street of Steel.

Aren't you worried
about the gold cloaks?

Haven't been here in years.

Why should they recognize me?

Sometimes I hardly do.

Nothing fucks you harder than time.

Anybody give you any trouble?

Here I am, arming Lannisters,
and I never get a second look.

But you were right.

Safest place for me
was right under the queen's nose.

Don't be so sure.

Safety is never
a permanent state of affairs.

Bad things are coming.

You came to get me.
You want me to come with you.

Well, I think you'll need
to understand...

I'm ready. Let's go.

You should know
what you're heading into.

What do you think I've been thinking
about with every swing of the hammer?

How happy I am making weapons
for the family that killed my father?

The family that tried to kill me?

(GENDRY SCOFFS)

I've been getting ready.

Never knew what for, but I've always
known I'd know it when it comes.

You might want to bring
one of those swords.

I don't know much
about swinging swords.

But this,

this I know.

Keep your father's name to yourself.

Situation's complicated
enough already.

Well, who should I say I am?

I told you, Clovis,
if we don't get out of here soon,

- someone's going to...
- SOLDIER 1: You there!

No weapons, friends. I promise.

What can I do for you?

- Is that your boat?
- It is.

SOLDIER 2: The docks are that way.
DAVOS: That they are.

I try to stay away from them
to avoid good men such as yourselves.

Still five gold dragons?

- Are you joking?
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

You must be even older than you look.

- Fifteen.
- Fifteen?

Apiece.

I can't say it was a pleasure
doing business with you.

SOLDIER 1: What's in the boat?

Not more gold.

- Wine? I like wine.
- Mmm.

Or hams.

Come have a look.

Fermented crab.

- What?
- DAVOS: Fermented crab.

One bucket of this triples
a brothel's earnings for the week.

A man thinks he's done, he's ready
to go back to his loving family.

But before he gets his breeches up,

his lady of the hour pops
a tiny spoon of that into his mouth.

Five minutes later,
he's back in the race.

Here, have a taste.

(SNIFFS)

I'd hurry
to your favorite establishment,

or you'll put a hole
in that chainmail.

(ALL LAUGHING)

SOLDIER 1: We should have saved some
for later.

Oi! Dwarf!

I really wouldn't try any more

until you see
how the first bite hits you.

That dwarf.

Where'd you get that scar?

Fish hook.
Some men you just can't teach.

We was looking for a dwarf
with a scar like that a while back.

DAVOS: Perhaps there's
some arrangement?

(COINS RATTLE)

Arrangement?

You gonna arrange to pay us
more than Queen Cersei...

(GENDRY HUFFS)

- This is Gendry.
- He'll do.

Go, go, go.

QYBURN: I could give you something.
CERSEI: That won't be necessary.

Ser Jaime.

Why was Qyburn here?

He's the Hand of the Queen.
Why are you here?

I met with Tyrion.

What did our brother have to say?

Daenerys wants to meet.

To discuss her surrender?

To discuss an armistice.

She's just won a great victory.
Why would she want a truce now?

Because an army of dead men
is marching on the Seven Kingdoms.

Tyrion claims he'll have proof.

(SCOFFS)

- Are you going to punish him?
- JAIME: Tyrion?

Bronn.

He betrayed you. He set up a meeting
without your knowledge or consent.

Do you think anything of importance

happens in this city
without me knowing?

You let it happen. Why?

I've come to believe

that an accommodation
with the Dragon Queen

could be in our immediate interest.

She has the numbers.

If we want to beat her,
we have to be clever.

We have to fight her
like Father would have.

Dead men, dragons, and Dragon Queens,

whatever stands in our way,
we will defeat it.

For ourselves, for our house.

For this.

- Who will you say is the father?
- You.

People won't like that.

Do you remember
what Father used to say about people?

"The lion does not concern himself
with the opinions of the sheep."

Never betray me again.

DAVOS: We're leaving today.
The king's got a lot on his mind.

GENDRY: I understand.

He doesn't need to be thinking about
harboring the bastard of a dead king.

You don't have to worry.

You're just Clovis,

a smith who's come to pay his respects

before he heads off to work
at the Winterfell forges.

Understood.

Begging your pardon, Your Grace.

You survived King's Landing.

Yet again. Your Grace, this is...

Name's Gendry, Your Grace.

I'm Robert Baratheon's son.
Bastard son.

He was meant to keep that to himself.

Our fathers trusted each other.
Why shouldn't we?

I saw your father once at Winterfell.

I met yours. In my shop.

- You're a lot leaner.
- And you're a lot shorter.

I grew up on stories about them.

All I ever knew was that
they fought together, and won.

Ser Davos told me where you're going,
Your Grace, and why.

Let me come with you.

Don't be a fool, you're not a soldier.

No, but I'm a fighter.

And he won't be needing a smith
with a sword like that.

You know how to use one?

Well, that's a problem.

Prefer a hammer.

He can handle himself.

We could use the help.

As my father used to say,

"It's better to be a coward
for a minute,

"than dead for the rest of your life."

I owe you my life. Twice over.

But if what you said is true
about what's up there,

I can't wait out this war.

Yeah, nobody mind me.

All I've ever done is live to
a ripe old age.

You may not believe it,
but I've missed you, Mormont.

Nobody glowers quite like you.

Not even Grey Worm.

This is the coin the slaver gave me

when I suggested he free us
and pay us, remember?

It was supposed to last us
the rest of our lives.

Take it with you.

But bring it back.
Our queen needs you.

We should be better
at saying farewell by now.

Your Grace, I...

If I don't return,
at least you won't have to deal

with the King in the North anymore.

I've grown used to him.

I wish you good fortune
in the wars to come, Your Grace.

Heave!

GILLY: Do you know how many steps
there are in the Citadel?

No.

15,782.

Guess how many windows
are in the Great Sept of Baelor?

None anymore.

That's true.

This High Septon Maynard,
he recorded everything.

He even recorded
his own bowel movements.

What does annulment mean?

It's when a man sets aside
his lawful wife.

Maynard says here that he issued
an annulment for a Prince Ragger,

and remarried him to someone else

at the same time
in a secret ceremony in Dorne.

Is that a common thing in the South?

Look, these Maesters, I...

They set me to the task of preserving
that man's window counting

and annulments and bowel movements
for all eternity,

while the secret
to defeating the Night King's

probably sitting on some dusty shelf
somewhere completely ignored.

But that's all right, isn't it?

We can all become slavering,
murderous imbeciles

in thrall to evil incarnate,

as long as we can have access
to the records

of High Septon Maynard's 15,782 shits!

Steps.

That number was the steps.

Are you sure you want to do this?

You always wanted to be a maester.

I'm tired of reading
about the achievements of better men.

(INAUDIBLE)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

WOLKAN: I found it, my lord.

Took some searching.

Maester Luwin's archives
are very thorough.

You're sure this is the only copy
in Winterfell?

Yes, my lord.

Lady Stark thanks you
for your service.

TORMUND: Isn't it your job to talk him
out of stupid fucking ideas like this?

DAVOS: And I've been failing
at that job of late.

How many queens are there now?

Two.

And you need to convince
the one with the dragons,

or the one who fucks her brother?

(GENDRY CHUCKLES)

Both.

How many men did you bring?

- JON: Not enough.
- The big woman?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

We were hoping
some of your men could help.

TORMUND: Hmm.

I'll be staying behind.

I'm a liability out there,
as you well know.

You are.

You really want
to go out there? Again?

You're not the only ones.

My scouts found them
a mile south of the Wall.

Said they were on their way here.

You're the Hound.

I saw you once at Winterfell.

They want to go Beyond the Wall, too.

We don't want to go Beyond the Wall,
we have to.

Our lord told us that
a great war is coming...

GENDRY: Don't trust him.

Don't trust any of them.

They're the Brotherhood.

And the last thing
their lord told them to do

was sell me to a red witch
to be murdered.

JORAH: Thoros?

Well, I hardly recognized you.

Ser Jorah Mormont.

They won't give me anything to drink
down here.

I haven't been feeling like myself.

TORMUND: You're a fucking Mormont?

Like the last Lord Commander?

- He was my father.
- He hunted us, like animals.

You returned the favor, as I recall.

Here we all are,
at the edge of the world,

at the same moment,

heading in the same direction
for the same reason.

Our reasons aren't your reasons.

It doesn't matter
what we think our reasons are.

There's a greater purpose at work.

And we serve it together,
whether we know it or not.

We may take the steps,
but the Lord of Light clears the...

For fuck's sake,
will you shut your hole?

Are we coming with you or not?

Don't you want to know
what we're doing?

Is it worse than sitting
in a freezing cell, waiting to die?

He's right.

We're all on the same side.

How can we be?

We're all breathing.

(WIND HOWLING)