Game of Thrones

Thousands of years ago, the First Men stood here.

They came here to get away from something.

And I don't think it worked.

Your sword.

Man: The Kingslayer, he escaped in the night.

How?

Jaime Lannister has played you for a fool.

Sansa and Arya are captives in King's Landing.

Returning him may buy life for my children.

A girl owes one more name. Give a man a name.

- Jaqen H'ghar. - A girl gives a man his own name?

I'll un-name you if you help me and my friends escape.

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

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

Must have been the farmer's boys.

Osha: Killed them, burned them,

and passed them off as the little lords?

Got as far as the farm then doubled back.

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

My bastard is only a few days from Winterfell.

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

- If we storm the castle-- - he wouldn't dare hurt the boys.

There is 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.

With the exception of Theon Greyjoy.

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

Qhorin: Mance is gonna march on the wall.

When he does, one brother inside his army

will be worth 1,000 fighting against him.

- They'll never trust me. - They might.

- If you do what needs to be done. - What?

I should have known better, trusting a traitor's bastard!

He's not yours to kill, crow.

I don't want to marry the Frey girl.

I don't want you to marry her.

If you enter that place, you will never leave again.

If my dragons are in the House of the Undying,

then take me there.

That's what the warlock wants.

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

They're coming ashore. There are too many.

Rain fire on them.

The battle is over. We have won.

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Pod.

Pod!

Find Bronn or Varys.

Tell them I am here with Maester Pycelle.

Tell them I am very much alive.

Yes, My Lord.

Would you like something for the pain?

What happened?

The murderer and traitor Stannis Baratheon

suffered a stunning defeat at the hands of your father.

Where am I?

These are your new chambers.

A little cramped, perhaps,

but you don't need much room, do you?

You are no longer Hand of the King.

Oh.

For your trouble.

I, Joffrey of the House Baratheon, first of my name,

the rightful King of the Andals

and the First Men,

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms

and protector of the Realm,

do hereby proclaim my grandfather

Tywin Lannister the savior of the city

and the Hand of the King.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Lord Petyr Baelish, step forward.

For your good service and ingenuity

in uniting the Houses of Lannister and Tyrell,

I declare that you shall be granted the castle of Harrenhal...

With all its attendant lands and incomes

to be held by your sons and grandsons

from this day until the end of time.

You honor me beyond words, Your Grace.

I shall have to acquire some sons and grandsons.

Ser Loras Tyrell.

Your House has come to our aid.

The whole realm is in your debt,

none more so than I.

If your family would ask anything of me, ask it

and it shall be yours.

Your Grace,

my sister Margaery,

her husband was taken from us before...

She remains innocent.

I would ask you to find it in your heart

to do us the great honor of joining our Houses.

Is this what you want, Lady Margaery?

With all my heart, Your Grace.

I have come to love you from afar.

Tales of your courage and wisdom

have never been far from my ears.

And those tales have taken root deep inside of me.

Well, I too have heard tales of your beauty and grace,

but the tales

do not do you justice, My Lady.

It would be an honor to return your love,

but I am promised to another.

A King must keep his word.

Your Grace, in the judgment of your small council,

it would be neither proper nor wise

for you to wed the daughter of a man beheaded for treason,

a girl whose brother is in open rebellion

against the throne as we speak.

For the good of the realm,

your councilors beg you...

to set Sansa Stark aside.

- Margaery! - We want Margaery!

Joffrey: I would like to heed your wishes

and the wishes of my people,

but I took a holy vow.

Pycelle: Your Grace,

the Gods do indeed hold betrothal solemn,

but your father, blessed be his memory,

made this pact before the Starks

revealed their falseness.

I have consulted with the High Septon

and he assures me that their crimes against the realm

free you from any promise you have made to them

in the sight of the Gods.

The Gods are good.

I am free to heed my heart.

Ser Loras, I will gladly wed your sweet sister.

You will be my Queen

and I will love you from this day

until my last day.

- My Lady. - ( Gasps )

My sincerest condolences.

They're right-- I'm not good enough for him.

You shouldn't say that.

You'll be good enough for many things.

He'll still enjoy beating you.

And now that you're a woman,

he'll be able to enjoy you in other ways as well.

But if he's not marrying me--

He'll let you go home?

Joffrey's not the sort of boy who gives away his toys.

You have a tender heart,

just like your mother did at your age.

I can see so much of her in you.

She was like a sister to me.

For her sake,

I'll help get you home.

King's Landing is my home now.

Look around you.

We're all liars here.

And every one of us is better than you.

- ( Door opens ) - ( Knocks )

Come in.

Make yourself comfortable.

That doesn't look very comfortable.

Here, watch me.

No need for that, my dear.

You sure?

Most men like what they see.

I'm not like most men.

- That's what most men say. - ( Laughs )

If you don't want what most men want,

then you'd better tell me what you'd like me to do.

I would like you to tell me if working for Lord Baelish

has been all you'd hoped it would be.

Have we met?

You wouldn't remember me if we had?

I meet a lot of men.

And I think you remember all of them.

I think your true talents are wasted on them.

You're very kind, My Lord.

Allow me to return the favor.

You're afraid.

Why? Nothing dangerous down there.

I know who you are.

And, unlike your current employer,

I protect those who work for me.

I don't abuse them to satisfy royal whims

or force them to abuse each other.

How do you know about that?

I thought you said you knew who I was.

What can I do for you, Lord Varys?

Littlefinger looks at you

and sees a collection of profitable holes.

I see a potential partner.

- I'm afraid of him. - Oh, you should be.

He's a dangerous man.

But everyone has their weaknesses.

Your current employer hides his very well,

but not as well as he thinks.

You're a virgin, I take it?

Walk.

Childhood must have been awful for you.

Were you a foot taller than all the boys?

They laughed at you, called you names?

Some boys like a challenge.