Game of Thrones

Do you know what it takes to unite 90 clans

I told them we were all going to die

if we don't get south

Because that's the truth

You swore some vows

I want you to break 'em

Let's not go back

I don't ever want to leave this cave, Jon Snow

Your secret's safe with me

What secret?

You didn't stop being a crow

the day you walked into Mance Rayder's tent

I'm your woman now

You're going to be loyal to your woman

You know I didn't have a choice

You know nothing, Jon Snow

Those your parents?

I'm going to eat your dead mama

and I'm going to eat your dead papa

Go tell the crows at Castle Black

I should never have taken her away

You told us there were wildlings south of the Wall

If they're raiding the smaller villages, Mole's Town could be next

She's dead And little Sam

As if I cut their throats myself

Have you ever been beyond the Wall, ser?

I commanded the City Watch of King's Landing

You must not have been very good at your job

How dare you?!

We need to prepare

Lord Snow here recommends sealing the tunnel

leaving us unable to carry out our duties

Have you ever seen a giant?

The tunnel's gate won't stop them

We can't defend the gate against 100,000 men

Mance Rayder is coming

If the wildlings breach the Wall

they'll roll over everything and everyone for 1,000 miles

Climb the Wall

hit them in the night

When it's time, I'm going to light the biggest fire

the North has ever seen

What was she like?

She...

she had red hair.

Oh?

- How big were her feet? - What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me what it was like to have someone.

To be with someone.

To love someone and have them love you back.

We're all gonna die a lot sooner than I'd planned.

You're the closest I'll ever get to knowing.

So you and Gilly never?

No.

She just had a baby.

And she never offered.

But if she had,

you would have?

You'd have broken your vows?

The interesting thing is,

our vows never specifically forbid

intimate relations with women.

What?

"I shall take no wife," yes, that's in there. There's no denying that.

"I shall father no children." It's very specific.

But what do our vows have to say about other...

activities is open to interpretation.

I don't think Ser Alliser cares much for interpretation.

Anyway, there's nothing for him to interpret.

We didn't.

So what's it like?

It's...

there's this person, this whole other person.

And you're wrapped up in them and they're wrapped up in you.

And you--

for a little--

for a little while, you're more than just you.

You're-- I don't know. I'm not a bleeding poet.

No, you're really not.

What did I get for it?

An arrow six inches from my heart.

There'll be arrows for all of us soon, I imagine.

There will.

They've already done the worst thing to me they could ever do.

Go get some sleep, Sam.

I'll take this watch.

Did I ever tell you about her?

- My Sheila? - Yes.

That was a night to remember.

Of course, I'd had a good bit to drink.

Her fangs were sharp,

but she knew how to use them.

And she was nice and soft down below.

No, she was no ordinary beast.

Many is the man who--

I know you never fucked a bear.

You know you never fucked a bear.

Right now I don't want to think about the bear you never fucked.

Right now all I want to think about

is each one of these arrows finding its way into a crow's heart.

We could be waiting here a while.

Good.

The longer we wait, the more arrows I'll have.

They came up here to our land

and put up a big wall and said it was theirs.

Then they started hunting us down.

This time, we're the ones doing the hunting.

You've got a lot to say about killing.

Even more words than arrows.

Back in those villages, I killed just as many of them as you did.

More, I reckon.

Yes, but none of those were your crow lover.

I probably killed him already.

So you've said.

And if not,

the only thing left of him is gonna be his fun bits hanging around my neck.

More words.

Know what I think you do when you see him?

Serve him up a nice juicy slice of ginger minge.

You been thinking about that ginger minge?

Wondering what it tastes like?

Maybe I have.

Jon Snow is mine.

Anyone else tries to kill him,

I'll have an arrow for them.

And not one of your bald friends is fast enough to stop me.

And what is it that couldn't wait until morning, Tarly?

Maester Aemon.

- How did you know-- - That it was you?

Who else but Samwell Tarly

would be wasting candles

to read in the middle of the night?

- Let me help you. - Oh, no need.

I know my way around this library

better than any other place in Castle Black.

Thousands of books

and no eyes to read them.

Old age is a wonderful source of ironies

if nothing else.

But you didn't answer my question.

What are you reading?

Maester Faull.

Ah, the wildlings.

I can assure you that the closest Maester Faull

ever got to a wildling was this very library.

But what he says about what they do,

it's all true.

It's exactly what the survivors of their raids report.

Yes, imagine the stories wildlings tell about us.

Love is the death of duty.

I told that to your friend Jon Snow once.

He didn't listen and neither did you.

Which is why you've abandoned your watch atop the Wall

to come here and read about the terrible things

that may have happened to the girl you love.

I don't love her.

- Yes, you do. - No.

Yes, you do.

Heard it in your voice when you first brought her to me.

I remember how it sounds.

I was in love once.

You were?

You can imagine all manner of horrors

befalling that poor girl and her child.

Is it so difficult to imagine

that an old person was once,

more or less, like you?

I'm sorry, Maester.

I didn't mean it like that.

Do you know who I was before I came here?

What I could have been if I'd only said the word?

Of course you do.

I met many girls when I was Aemon Targaryen.

A future king always does.

Some of them were quite forward

in their attempts to win my affections.

One of them succeeded.

I was very young.

Who was she?

Ah.

I could tell you everything about her.

Who she was,

how we met,

the color of her eyes,

and the shape of her nose.

I can see her

right in front of me.

She's more real than you are.

We could spend all night trading tales of lost loves.

Nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit

than the prospect of imminent death.

Go to bed, Tarly.

Sorry, I can't open the gate for anybody. Orders.

- You don't understand. - They killed everyone.

Everyone but me and my baby.

They're out there. I saw them on my way here.

They may have seen me. They may have followed me. Please.

I'm sorry, I can't.

If they find us out here, you don't know...

Pyp! Open the gate.