Leverage (2008–2012): Season 5, Episode 2 - The Blue Line Job - full transcript

Danny Marko is worried about his father, Craig. Danny already lost his mother three years ago; now, he asks the team to save his father from himself. Craig plays wing with the Oregon Otters, but he is also an enforcer. Danny thinks his father has brain damage; but, owner, Pete Rising (Treat Williams) has doctors that have cleared Craig to play. For his part of the con, Eliot must climb onto the ice so he and the rest of the team can organize enforcement, in both of the Markos' lives.

In old times, whenever
Braavos stood in danger,

the Titan would step with fire in its eye

way into the see and smash the enemies.

It's just a statue.

Haha. Don't be afraid. He's
announcing our arrival.

I'm not afraid.

The House of Black and White.

This is where you'll find
the man you seek.

Here, I leave you.

- Thank you for bringing me.
- Any man in Braavos would have done the same.

- Valar morghulis.
- Valar dohaeris.



Hello.

Valar morghulis.

Jaqen H'ghar gave me this.

- No one here by that name.
- Please!

I've crossed the narrow sea.
I have nowhere else to go.

- You have everywhere else to go.
- But wait!

Cersei... Walder Frey...

The Mountain... Meryn Trant.

Cersei... Walder Frey...

The Mountain... Meryn Trant.

Cersei...

Walder Frey...

The Mountain...

Meryn Trant.



Cersei...

Walder Frey...

The Mountain...

Meryn Trant.

Cersei...

Walder Frey...

The Mountain...

Meryn Trant...

Must be good food if it's crowded.

Ale?

Ale?

Before we left, a maester
gave you a raven's claw.***

You are becoming an observant young lady.

My mother used to say "dog
weakens dog's words".

An old saying. Inaccurate in this case.

So it's good news.

My marriage proposal has been accepted.

I thought you still mourned the
death of my beloved Aunt Lysa.

- Ale?
- I'll have some.

My Lady...

- What is it?
- Sansa Stark. Don't look!

You sure?

She's dyed her hair, but it's her.

She's sitting with Petyr Baelish.

Littlefinger?

A bunch of knights with them.

Bunch? Bunch... Six? Twenty?

Ten, I think. Too many.

My Lady, I don't think this is...

Ready the horses!

We only have one horse.

Find more!

Do you like the taste?

Don't see what all the fuss is about.

Why do men love it so much?

It gives some men courage.

Does it give you courage?

That's far enough.

Lord Baelish.

Lady Sansa.

My name is Brienne of Tarth.

We've met, with Renly Baratheon.

What did he say about you?

He said,

Your loyalty came free of charge.

Someone appears to have paid
quite a bit for it since then.

Lady Sansa.

Before your mother's death,

I was her sworn sword.

I gave my word I will
find you and protect you.

I will shield your back

and keep your counsel,

and give my life for you if needs be.

I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.

Please, lady Brienne.

No need for such formality.

You were Catelyn Stark's sworn sword.

- I was.
- Strange.

I knew cat since the time we were children.
She never mentioned you.

It was after Renly's murder.

Ah, yes.

You were accused of killing him.

I tried to save him.

- But you were accused.
- By men who did not see what happened.

And what did happen?

He was murdered by a shadow.

A shadow with the face
of Stannis Baratheon.

A shadow?

With a face?

This woman swore to protect Renly,

she failed.

She swore to protect your mother,

she failed.

Why would I want somebody with your
history of failure guarding Lady Sansa?

Why would you have any
saying in her affairs?

Because I am her uncle.

I married her Aunt Lysa shortly
before my beloved's untimely death.

We're family now. And you are an outsider.

Forgive me, Lady Brienne.

But experience has made
me weary of outsiders.

Lady Sansa...

- if we can have a word alone...
- No.

- Please, my Lady, if I can explain...
- I saw you at Joffrey's wedding...

bowing to the king.

Neither of us wanted to be there.

- Sometimes we don't have a choice.
- And sometimes we do.

You should leave.

We don't want our new friend
wandering the countryside alone.

The roads in these parts aren't safe.

Why don't you stay?

I'm gonna ask you to stay.

Stop! Stop! After him!

Podrick!

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Stop!

That's a good boy. Come on.

Come on!

No, no, no, stop!

Guess that means you're unarmed.

Don't! Put that down!

Podrick?

Yes, my Lady?

You can stand now.

Yes, my Lady.

Sansa Stark?

Weary of strangers, as she should be.

I saw her riding on the
Eastroad with Littlefinger.

- We'll follow them.
- My Lady...

if both Stark girls refused your service,

maybe you're released from your vow.

I swore to their mother
I would protect those girls.

They don't want your protection.

You think she's safe with Littlefinger?

No, my Lady.

Get your horse.

A summons from the Queen.

There are only two like it in the world.

The one I'm wearing and the
one I gave to Myrcella.

It's a threat.

Of course it's a threat.

Our daughter is alone in Dorne surrounded
by people who hate our family.

It's a threat,

No note?

They blame us for the death
of Oberyn and his sister.

And every other tragedy that

has befallen their accursed country.

I will burn their cities to
the ground if they touch her.

Softer.

What?

Not so loud.

Our danger is in danger and you're worried
I am speaking too loudly?

No one can know she's our daughter.

Then don't call her your daughter.

You've never been a father to her.

If I was a father to any of my children,
they'd be stoned in the streets.

And what has your caution brought?

Our eldest child murdered
at his own wedding,

our only daughter shipped off to Dorne,

our baby boy set to marry that
smirking whore from Highgarden!

I'm gonna make things better.

You've never made anything better.

I'm going to Dorne.

And I'm bringing our daughter home.

You can't just ask Prince
Doran to give her back.

She's promised to his son.

I'm not going to ask him anything.

You go down there with an army
it's an act of war.

No army.

Do you know where they're keeping her?

Oberyn mentioned the Water Gardens.

I'll find her.

Is there anything else, Your Grace?

You're going to Dorne.

A one-handed man.

Alone.

Who said I was going alone?

No sunfloweres. I don't like yellow.

Roses are very nice,
definitely roses.

And music. I adore music.

But no flutes.

I hate flutes. We can have a harp,
if you like, but no flutes.

Then there's the food.

The food is the most important thing,
don't you agree?

We're gonna need pigeon pies.

That's what they eat in the capital,
don't they?

Don't they?

Don't who?

People eat pigeon pie in the capital.

They certainly do, my dear.

They certainly do.

It's a fine place, isn't it?

A fine place.

I never thought I'd be settling down
in a place like this.

You won't.

Pardon?

We won't get to live at Stokeworth.

When mother dies, my sister gets the castle
because she's older.

She hates me.

She calls me mean names and sometimes

even still she pulls my hair
when mother's not looking.

You know what I think?

I think you're a good person.

And your sister is a mean person.

She is.

I've been all over the world

and if there's one thing I've learned,

is that meanness comes around.

People like your sister,

they always get what's coming for them,
eventually.

One way or another.

Who's that?

Jaime fucking Lannister.

Ser Jaime?

Ser Bron of the Blackwater.

I was very sorry to hear about your father.

Thank you.

This is my betrothed, Lollys.

A pleasure.

Run along, love.

Beautiful young bride you've chosen.

When are you planning on getting married?

Just get on with it.

On with what?

What you're here for.

There's no way this little visit
could possibly mean anything good for me.

It's very good for you.

Lollys will be marrying Ser Willys Bracken.

Mmm.

We've made a deal, your sister and I.

I would have advised against that.

How is this good for me?

Because you're going to come with me
and help me with something important.

And when we return...

I'm gonna give you a much better girl
and a much better castle.

Return from where?

As far south as south goes.

You are my queen.

The prince does not
wish to be disturbed.

Remove yourself from my path

or I'll take that long axe
and I'll shove it up your...

Captain...

let her pass.

Your brother was murdered...

and you sit here
in the Watergardens

staring at the sky
and doing nothing.

Oberyn was slain
during a trial by combat

by a lord. That is no murder.

- Your brother...
- You don't have to remind me.

He was my brother long
before he was anything to you.

What will you know about his death?

I will bury him.
I will mourn for him.

And then?

You would have me go to war.

The whole country
would have you go to war.

Then we are lucky
the whole country does not decide.

The Sand Snakes are with me.

We have the love of their people.

They will avenge their father

while you sit here
in your chair doing nothing.

Oberyn is dead.

And this Lannister girl
skips about the Water Gardens

eating our food,
breathing our air.

How many of your
brothers and sisters

do they have to kill?

Let me have her.

Let me send her to Cersei
one finger at a time.

I loved my brother.

And you made him very happy.

For that, you will always
have a place in my heart.

But we do not mutilate
little girls for vengeance.

Not here.

Not while I rule.

And how long would that be?

The Unsullied are too conspicuous.

Anyone can see them coming from a mile off.

'Course you haven't found any
Sons of the Harpy.

You haven't, have you?

My Second Sons
on the other hand...

they drink, they whore,
fight in streets,

they blend in.

They overhear things in taverns.

Follow people from the taverns
to nice quiet alleys.

Break a few fingers,
overhear a few more things...

before you know it...

No one here.

We go.

In a hurry?

You're afraid?

Unsullied fear nothing.

Right.

That's your problem.

You understood fear once, long ago,
but you forgot what it means.

Someone who's forgotten fear...

has forgotten how to hide.

Fear is useful that way.

Sons of the Harpy...

they want to put a collar
back on my neck.

On all of our necks.
Please, Your Grace...

- you must kill him.
- It would send a message.

I think you should
exercise restraint...

- Your Grace.
- Why?

Well, for one thing, he
may have valuable information.

Well, the Son of the Harpy
has no more valuable information.

How do you know that?

Because I questioned him.

And the information you did get...
he is young and..

He is born free.

Why should he want
to bring back slavery?

What did it do for him?

Perhaps the only thing
that gave him pride

was knowing that there was
someone lower than he was.

They pay him.

Great families, afraid to do a thing.

They pay poor men
to do it for them.

And how do you know this?

- Everyone know this.
- I don't know it.

And I'm the head of a great family.

We do not know what
this man did or didn't do.

Give him a trial at least.

A fair trial.

Show all the citizens of Meereen

that you are better than those
who would depose you.

Teach them a better way.

I do not know the place
for my old ***.

Things maybe are different there, I hope.

But here, in Meereen,
before Daenerys Stormborn

they own us.

So we learn much about them...

or we do not live long.

They teach me what they are.

Mercy, fair trial...

these mean nothing to them.

All they understand is blood.

Thank you all for your council$.

Your Grace...

a word, please, I beg you.

About what?

About your father.

- About the Mad King.
- The Mad King?

You're here to remind me
of my enemies' lies?

Consider me reminded.

Your Grace...

I served in his Kingsguard.

I was at his side
from the first.

Your enemies did not lie.

Go on.

When the people rose
and revolted against him

your father set their tongues
cast them in flames.

He murdered sons
in front of their fathers.

He burned men alive
with wildfire

and laughed as they screamed.

***

that to rebellion
that killed every Targaryen...

except two.

I'm not my father.

No, Your Grace, thank the gods.

But the Mad King gave his enemies
the justice he thought they deserved.

And each time,
it made him feel powerful...

and right...

until the very end.

I will not have the Son of the Harpy
executed without a fair trial.

Your Grace.

There's a bug.

Yes, best be careful.

You might accidentally
consume some solid food.

When I agreed to come with you,
did I misrepresent my intentions?

Besides, what else is there for me
to do inside this fucking box?

- You don't like it?
- I want to take a walk.

You can't.

Cersei has offered a lordship
to the man who brings her your head.

She ought to offer her cunt.

Best part of her
for the best part of me.

Well, I suppose a box is as good
a place for me as anywhere.

Are we really going to
spend the entire road to Volantis

talking about the
futility of everything.

You're right, there's no point.

The road to Volantis?

You said we are going to Meereen.
What's in Volantis?

The road to Meereen.

And what do you hope to find
at the end on the road to Meereen?

I told you. A ruler.

But you've already got a ruler.

Everywhere has already got a ruler.

Every pile of shit
on the side of every road

has someone's banner
hanging from it.

You are quite good, do you know?

At ruling.

During your brief tenure as Hand.

I didn't rule, I was a servant.

Still, a man of talent.

Managed to kill a lot of people?

Yes, but you showed great
promise in other areas as well.

She wanted me
to leave King's Landing.

She begged me.

I wouldn't do.

Why?

'Cause I liked it.

Power...

even as a servant.

People follow leaders

and they will never follow us.

They find us repulsive.

I find us repulsive.

And we find them...
repulsive, which is why

we surround ourselves
with large comfortable boxes

to keep them away.

And yet...

no matter what we do...

people like you and me are never
really satisfied inside the box.

Not for long.

You're right.

- Let's go for a walk.
- No.

How many dwarves
are there in the world?

Is Cersei
going to kill them all?

Not him.

You're trying
to deceive your queen?

Should I throw them
in a cell, Your Grace?

It won't be necessary,
Ser Meryn.

I don't want to dissuade
the other hunters.

Mistakes will be made.

- Thank you, Your Grace.
- Thanks.

- Thank you, Your Grace.
- Thank you.

Take the head.

Let me, Your Grace.

I would take it
if you don't mind.

It could prove
useful for my work.

Very good.

Over there would be fine.

You heard the man, over there.

You're the hand of the King.

No, uncle.

Clearly, it would not be appropriate
for a woman to assume that role.

I'm merely advising my son until he comes
of age and chooses a Hand for himself.

Your Grace, I would be willing
to serve provisionally as the King's Hand

- until he becomes full...
- You're a good man, Lord Tyrell,

but I don't imagine
we'll have the time.

In addition to be Master of Ships,

the King has appointed
you Master of Coin.

Oh, Your Grace.

He called your experience and wisdom
in financial matters unparalleled.

He said he would be honored to have you
represent the Crown's interest in the same.

The honor is all mine,
Your Grace.

Y-Y-Your Grace,
in the past, on several occasions,

a Grand Maester has
served as the King's Hand.

The King's named Qyburn
the new Master of Whispers.

Your Grace,

this-this man?
Th-This embarassment to the Citadel?

Your Grace...

what qualifications can he
possibly have for this post?

The qualification of loyalty,
Grand Maester.

That's far more than
the eunuch ever had.

Far more than many ever have.

I must say... I can not...

Uncle Kevan,

in light of your position as
Commander of the Lannister Armies,

it would please the King if you
would serve as his Master of War.

No man living
better deserves the title.

That is kind of you to say.

I would like to hear it
from the King himself.

Well, the King is very
busy at this moment.

He should be here,
learning what it means to rule.

He is learning.

On this occasion,
in his capacity as ruler,

he's asked me
to speak on his behalf.

I returned to the capital
to pay my respects to my brother,

and to you,

and to serve the King.

I did not return to the capital
to serve as your puppet.

To watch you stack the
Small Council with sycophants.

Sending your own brother away...

My brother has left the capital
to lead a sensitive diplomatic mission.

What mission?

That is not your concern
as Master of War.

I do not recognize
your authority to dictate

what is and is not my concern.

You are the Queen Mother.

Nothing more.

You would abandon your king
and his time of need?

If he wants to send for me,
I'll be waiting for him.

At Casterly Rock.

Come on, you know this one.

It looks like an animal.

Snake.

S-S-Sn... "S".

- It's an "S".
- Right, very good.

Hmm, did you know

that the youngest
Lord Commander in history,

Osric Stark,
was elected at the age of 10?

I know "S".

You'll learn, I promise.

I taught Ser Davos.

Old people are terrible
at learning new things.

Well, you are a wonderful teacher.

Very patient.

I only said that the more
time that you spend practicing

the faster you will
be able to read.

That's all right.

We're doing just fine.

I'm sure you and Ostrich Stark
have a lot to talk about.

How old were you
when you learned how to read?

- 3.
- 3?

Were you taught by your mother?

No.

Our Maester Cressen did.

I had a lot of time to practice.
My mother kept me inside because...

What do you call it in the south?
What happened to your face.

Grayscale.

What would you call it
in the north of the Wall?

I don't know.

But two of my sisters had it.
They both died.

How did they cure you?

I don't remember. I was a baby.

A lot of people came and tried, I think.

Whatever they did, it went away.

What happened to your sisters?

My father made them move out
to the keep, outside.

None of us were allowed
to go near them.

But we heard them,
especially at night.

They started to sound
not like themselves.

Did you ever see them?

Only once, at the end.

They were covered with it.

Their faces, their arms,
they acted like animals.

My father had to drag them out
to the woods on a rope.

What did he do with
them in the woods?

Mother.

Leave us.

Your Grace.

You need to stay
away from that girl.

- Why?
- She's a wildling.

Her name's Gilly.

She's nice.
I'm teaching her to read.

She's a wildling.
Your father defeated her people.

He executed their king
for treason.

They could strike at him
by striking at you.

Gilly wouldn't do that.

You have no idea
what people will do.

All your books
and you still don't know.

I ordered Mance Rayder
burned at the stake.

You prevented that order
from being carried out.

You showed mercy
to Mance Rayder.

The King's word is law.

Perhaps you should ask Ser Davos
how much mercy I show to lawbreakers.

Show too much kindness,
people won't fear you.

If they don't fear you,
they don't follow you.

With respect, Your Grace,
the free folk will never follow you

no matter what you do.

You're the man
who burned their king alive.

Who then?

You?

No. Only one of their own.

Do you know this wretched girl?

- Lyanna Mormont.
- Lord Commander's niece.

Lady of Bear Island.

And a child of ten.

I asked her to commit her house
to my court. That's her response.

Bear Island knows no king
but the King in the North,

whose name is Stark.

That amuses you.

I apologize, Your Grace.

Northerners commit
a bit like the free folk.

Loyal to their own.

I know.

My brother, Robert, went on often
and loudly about how difficult it was

to control them.

Even with your father's help.

Tonight, the Night's Watch
elect a new Lord Commander.

Ser Alliser Thorne
is going to win.

- Most likely.
- One pleasant man.

He thinks you're a traitor.

What's your life gonna
be like here at the Wall,

- with Thorne in command?
- Unpleasant, I expect.

Your bravery made him look weak.

He'll punish you for it.

I don't punish men for bravery.

I reward them.

I don't doubt that, Your Grace.

But I am a brother
of the Night's Watch.

I have pledged them my life,
my honor, my sword.

I don't know what
I have left to give you.

You can give me the North.

I can't.

Even if I wanted to,
I'm a bastard.

A Snow.

Kneel before me.
Lay your sword at my feet.

Pledge me your service
and you'll rise again as Jon Stark,

Lord of Winterfell.

He'll make you a Stark
with a stroke of a pen.

It's the first thing
I ever remember wanting.

I daydreamed that my father
would ask the king.

Just like that I would never be
the Bastard of Winterfell again.

No, you deserve that. You do.

I-I couldn't be happier for you.

I'm gonna refuse him.

But...

you'd be Lord of Winterfell.

I swore a vow
to the Night's Watch.

If I don't take
my own word seriously,

what sort of Lord of Winterfell
would that be?

Hey.

Crowded,
You'd think we were serving venison stew.

Does anyone wish to speak
for candidates...

before we cast our tokens...

for the 998th Lord Commander
of the Night's Watch?

Ser Alliser Thorne
is not just a knight,

he's a man of true nobility.

He was Acting Commander
when the Wall came under attack

and led us to victory
against the wildlings.

Yes.

He's a veteran of 100 battles

and he's been a defender of the Watch
and the Wall almost all of his life.

Nice.

- He's the only true choice.
- Yes.

Yes.

Ser Denys Mallister
joined the Watch as a boy

and he served loyally
longer than any of the Ranger.

- That's right.
- Through ten winters he served.

As Commander of the Shadow Tower...

he kept the wildlings away.

We could do no better.

If there's no one else...

we will begin the voting.

The triangular tokens count
for Ser Alliser Thorne.

The square token for Ser Denys Mallister.

Maester Aemon...

Samwell Tarly, go on.

Sam the Slayer.

Another wildling lover,
just like his friend, Jon Snow.

How's your lady love, Slayer?

Her name is Gilly.

Ser Slynt knows her quite well.

They cowered together in the larder
during the battle for the Wall.

Lies!

A wildling girl, a baby,

and Lord Janos.

I found him there after
the battle was over.

In a puddle of his own making.

Whilst Lord Janos was hiding
with the women and children.

Jon Snow was leading.

Ser Alliser fought bravely, it is true,

but when he was wounded,
it was Jon who saved us.

He took charge of the Wall's defense,

he killed the Magnar of the Thenns,

he went North to deal with Mance Rayder.

Knowing it will almost certainly mean
his own death.

Before that,

he lead the mission to avenge
the Lord Commander Mormont.

Mormont himself chose
Jon to be his steward.

He saw something in Jon.

And now we've all seen it too.

He may be young,

but he's the commander we turned to

when the night was darkest.

Yeah!

Aye.

Can't argue with any of that.

But who does Jon Snow want to command?

The Night's Watch?

Or the wildlings?

Everyone knows he loved
a wildling girl.

Spoke with Mance Rayder many times.

What would have happened in that tent
between those two old friends

if Stannis's army hadn't come along?

We all saw him put the King-Beyond-the-Wall
out of his misery.

Do you want to choose a man who has fought
the wildlings all his life

or a man who makes love to them?

It is time!

Appears to be a tie, maester.

Jon Snow! Jon Snow!

Jon Snow! Jon Snow!

Jon Snow! Jon Snow!

You! You!

What have you got there?

- I said...
- Turn around and go!

Turn around...

- and go!
- That's a nice little sword.

Worth a hundred pigeons a sword like that.

Nothing's worth anything to dead men.

Quickly, go! Go!

Who are you?

Why were they scared of you?

You lost this.

You said there was no Jaqen H'ghar here.

There isn't.

A man is not Jaqen H'ghar.

Who are you then?

No one.

And that is who a girl must become.

Why?

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

Mhysa! Mhysa!

She should have cut the traitor's head
in the Great Pyramid and be done with it.

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

Mhysa!

We all guard tonight.

Leave me.

Drogon!

Shh...