Game of Thrones

My son.

My firstborn son.

My child king, hush.

Listen to the gods, for you they sing.

Fight no more, sweet child. Your wars are won.

The wolves are buried

and the false stag done.

Shut your blue eyes, my love.

Let the crown fall. The Father above beckons you to his hall.

In seventh heaven I'll see you once more.

But now I seek vengeance on Sansa the whore

and my brother the Imp

who killed his own king.

Born amongst lions, our curse from within. I will slay him, I swear.

With noose or with knife,

though it take me a fortnight,

a moon or my life.

What is that I hear and smell?

Someone I'll soon send to hell.

It's time to see if truth they told

who said Tywin Lannister shits gold.

Get the wig!

You beast, you beast. You killed my wife.

And now you've taken your father's life.

No worse child ever stained this land.

I curse the day I named you.

My greatest crime!

You're good at that.

Where did you learn?

I'm a jealous woman.

I've always liked bad men and they've always liked me.

They'd come home, wherever home was that night,

stinking of some whore's perfume.

So we'd fight and I'd put a hole in them.

And then I'd feel terrible,

so I'd patch them up.

I got good at patching them up.

And good at putting holes in them.

And that.

What happened to the actress?

The one who wanted you dead.

Bianca.

She'll have a hard time finding work as an actress

after what I did to her face.

Mmm.

I never did learn to cook.

But eat. Eat, you need it.

The company is moving on to Pentos soon.

You should come with us.

- I can't. - Why not?

Got a feeling you'd be good at this sort of work.

And besides, we need a new actress.

I don't think I could remember all the lines.

Come with us.

What's left for you here?

You wouldn't be safe.

Not while she's looking for me.

Who?

She doesn't have a name.

Where will you go?

Essos is east and Westeros is west.

But what's west of Westeros?

I don't know.

Nobody does.

That's where all the maps stop.

The edge of the world, maybe.

I'd like to see that.

- What's that? - Milk of the poppy.

I don't want any.

Sleep is the only way you'll heal.

Trust me, if my soup didn't kill you, nothing will.

Thing about Gatins, right, is he used to be pretty.

I was a famous kisser.

You lads know how to kiss proper?

Course we do.

This is for masters, this technique.

- You're not ready. - I'm ready.

He says he's ready.

All right. Now, pay attention.

You put your left hand on the back of the lady's head.

Your right hand holds the small of the lady's back like so.

Very romantic.

You take your middle finger, yeah,

and you jam it right up her bunghole.

So fucking close!

It smells like pussy to me.

Look at him. You get hard, boy?

Fuck you! Disgusting old twats.

Got off on that, did you, you old fuck?

Where's the other one? The one with the yellow cloak.

Fuck you!

Those are your last words, "Fuck you"? Come on, you can do better.

Cunt!

You're shit at dying, you know that?

From the fire she was reborn to remake the world.

Daenerys is a gift from the Lord of Light to her children.

If we are steadfast in our love for the Queen and her faithful advisors,

no man will ever lock us in chains again.

I'd call that a successful gambit.

- Would you? - Look around.

The city has come back to life.

You made a pact with fanatics.

I did and it worked.

If you shaved your beard with a straight razor, you'd say the razor worked.

That doesn't mean it won't cut your throat.

Spoken like a man who has never had to shave.

I'm going to miss you.

I know.

I hope you're right about this expedition of yours.

If I don't return, you'll know I was wrong.

We need friends in Westeros.

And we need ships.

Most of all, we need our queen.

She'll come back. She has to.

My heart's been broken too many times already.

I'll walk the rest of the way myself.

I can't go off on a secret mission

in the company of the most famous dwarf in the city.

Varys.

The most famous dwarf in the world.

Your Grace, several members of the Faith Militant

have been permitted entry to the Red Keep.

Have been permitted?

That's rather a tortured way of putting it.

They demand to see you, Your Grace.

Who permitted them inside the Red Keep?

The king is aware of their presence?

He is, Your Grace.

He's currently in his chambers at prayer.

Your Grace, His Holiness the High Septon

wishes to speak with you at the Great Sept of Baelor.

His Holiness the High Septon is welcome to see me here in the Red Keep.

Your Grace, this is not a request.

It is a request, Cousin Lancel.

You are asking me for something, I'm refusing.

The High Septon commands you.

Are you sure you want to refuse him?

He promised me I could stay in the Red Keep until my trial.

He made no such promises.

- If you refuse to come of your own free will... - Get out.

Move aside, Ser.

Order your man to step aside or there will be violence.

I choose violence.

Please tell His High Holiness he's always welcome to visit.

Looks like a siege, my lady.

You have a keen military mind, Pod.

My lady. My lady.

Who goes there?

State your business!

My name is Brienne of Tarth.

Please inform Ser Jaime Lannister I've come to speak with him.

Tell him I have his sword.

Getting a bit old to be a squire, aren't we?

Podrick fucking Payne.

I thought you'd be dead by now.

Not yet.

Are they in there?

Uh-huh.

You think they're fucking?

What?

No.

Why not? I'd fuck her.

- You'd fuck her, wouldn't you? - I'm her squire.

Oh.

Well, he'd fuck her, that's for sure.

And she'd fuck him, don't you think?

The way she looks at him.

The way all women look at him is frankly irritating.

I preferred working with the little brother on that account.

Come on, you're the one with the magic cock.

You must have shown it to her by now.

- She's training me to fight. - Is she? Oh.

An hour in the morning, an hour at night. Every day.

Then how come an old cunt like me can still sneak up and murder you?

Well, that's a different sort of fighting.

Now, that's the truth, isn't it?

You want to learn that sort of fighting?

All right.

All right, let's start with your footwork.

Show me your stance.

Now listen to me, Pod.

See how your feet are about a yard apart?

Lesson number one, assume everyone wants to hit you.

'Cause they do, Pod. Everyone wants to hit a fucking squire.

Do it again.

Come on, don't sulk.

I never thought you'd find her.

I just assumed Sansa was dead.

Why would you assume that?

In my experience, girls like her don't live very long.

I don't think you know many girls like her.

Well, I'm proud of you.

I am. You fulfilled your oath to Catelyn Stark against all odds.

Of course, my sister wants Sansa dead.

The girl is still a suspect in Joffrey's murder,

so there is that complication.

What the hell are you doing here?

I've come for the Blackfish.

You're welcome to have him.

Lady Sansa desires to take her ancestral seat back from the Boltons