House of the Dragon

Street-talk translation

Turns out Tully was posted up here.

One of their camps is right over there.

But some real sketchy stuff went down.

They're all Rivermen.

Who clapped 'em?

We didn't spot any enemy tracks.

They didn't catch their L's here.

Heads up!

It's a setup!

On me!

We'll light the way!

We'll light the way!

This wasn't a real battle.

Who are these guys?

Our demise, man.

Criston Cole!

Traitor, invader, and killer of justice.

Come hear what's coming to you.

If I give up, you gonna let my crew off the hook?

I swore an oath to the dead, Cole.

Promised I'd build a sept out of traitors' bones.

Ain't got enough bones yet.

If we brawl here, a bunch of your boys are gonna bite it too.

That's literally why we came!

Is there anything better than going out with a sword in hand?

Suit yourself.

Let me start this off.

Just me against you two.

Is that even a fair fight?

They're right here.

I'm mourning my boy Ser Luthor and his 14 men.

So far, 25 city watch guys got dropped in King Daeron's name.

Lord Ormund is straight up laughing at us in our own city.

He's gonna show the whole realm I can't even run my own city.

He's dissing me while all the major houses watch.

Where's my army at?

Ser Criston lagged way too long.

The vanguard is still two weeks out from Tumbleton.

We can't just let this disrespect slide.

Let's do what we should've done from the start and burn the bad guys.

And let Ormund get what he wants.

You can't trust a queen who caps her loyal servants.

We know where those traitors are hiding out.

If I fly straight to Footly's castle...

With a dragon, right?

With a creature famous for being super careful and precise in war.

Awesome creature.

The fire it breathes,

it's magical, so who knows who's innocent and who's...

Anyone whose biggest battle was dealing with heartburn needs to pipe down.

I'm with the lord and ladies on this, Your Majesty.

Your army is getting closer.

You'll definitely clap back at this mess,

but without going overboard.

-Just wait a bit longer. -At what cost?

Remember the prophecy, your secret gig.

Anything you do for that goal is fair game.

Aegon the Conqueror torched thousands at the Field of Fire!

-And peace held up for generations. -Aegon the Conqueror burned enemy soldiers.

-Not subjects who bowed down. -The ones who bowed to you were the lords.

Those people, if their lord tells 'em to, would bow to a donkey...

-My dad would've never wanted this. -Always the same excuse!

But

my patience is running thin.

-I'll send assassins. -Sure.

I'll face that demon head-on before killing 'em.

Nah. Not you.

I gotta cool my head down.

Yeah. But we need a hitman with an ordinary face.

On Lord Ormund's orders, fanatics behind our castle walls

are still running wild.

This one's on you.

Your Majesty, there's a few Velaryon soldiers here,

if needed to help Prince Daemon...

No need.

How many Velaryon soldiers are in King's Landing?

Around sixty, Your Majesty.

Ask your dad for more. Might need 'em to keep the city safe.

So who are you sending to Tumbleton?

It's a risky job that takes real power.

My queen. Reps from House Baratheon just pulled up.

Your Majesty. As summoned, I was sent to represent

House Baratheon.

-Where's Lord Borros? -Lord Borros asks for your patience.

He headed to the Red Mountains with his army, after months of the Stormlands

being raided by the Vulture King.

His queen calls him north,

and suddenly he feels like heading south.

Protecting the realm from Dorne is my lord's job.

Wasn't it also his job to protect my son who came to make a deal?

As soon as the Vulture King is taken down...

Your lord sees some random bandit

as a bigger threat to his interests than me.

I could declare him a traitor and string you up right now.

We would never disrespect you, Your Majesty.

Not you, nor your hustle.

It's literally just a matter of time.

Time?

If there's anything else I can offer right now,

I'd happily give it up.

Hand over your belt.

Got anything to report?

Market's set up tomorrow. Remember our old markets?

Before all this madness.

The fruit stalls.

Honking geese.

Vendors shouting.

Hot pies.

We really took it for granted, didn't we?

Things'll go back to normal soon.

But we ain't the same.

Back then we didn't have a mission.

We weren't tied to the queen's orders.

We weren't sleeping on some hill.

All alone.

Hugh, she banned me from the tavern.

Can't even grab a brew with the boys.

What's the point of having a dragon if nobody gets to flex it?

You wanna go back to how it was? Wandering around in the dirt doing nothing?

Nah.

But I can't really say my life got any better.

What about you?

Alright then.

Catch you in two days,

Ser Hugh.

Come on, girl.

You can leave.

You would've done the same thing.

Wasn't I merciful?

Even with everyone thinking I'm weak for how I treated you.

And yet you act ungrateful like this...

Helaena's pregnant.

Is that why you bounced?

To save the baby and Helaena's life.

You still got me all wrong.

What if it's a boy? Won't you have to in the end?

At the very least, you'll hold 'em hostage.

To bait Aemond.

Or Ormund and his huge pride.

Or so he doesn't become a threat to your power...

The guards caught you guys.

I can't just brush that off.

Helaena was just following my lead.

If you gotta be harsh, do it to me, let her off the hook.

You're gonna be locked up way tighter now.

Guards are getting doubled.

No more hanging out in the Godswood.

I accept that...

My decision doesn't need your stamp of approval.

Rhaenyra, you know how it is.

She's super fragile, man. You can't just lock her up...

I didn't lock her up.

But now I gotta.

Nobody can see her.

If people find out she's carrying Aegon's heir, my hands are tied.

Then send us somewhere else, somewhere way out in the sticks...

Somewhere else? Right now?

Your son's still on the loose.

Your cousin's terrorizing my city.

Just today I had to deal with a hit he ordered.

You're a Hightower. To my council, you're the enemy.

What about to you?

Don't push me.

What'd she tell you?

Helaena's knocked up.

Does anybody else know?

Not that I know of.

You never clocked it?

Nah.

This guy.

Straight up thief and a liar.

Hit me up when you're done.

FEAST FOR TRAITORS

We're getting payback.

Even if it takes a hundred years.

What's this?

My bad, prince.

This is how you repay me?

-By deserting? -The Queen demanded loyalty.

So I said I'd hang tight.

But my kids are starving.

I can't let 'em end up orphans.

No wonder that Hightower scum, smelling your cowardice,

is crawling all over our streets.

My family always comes first, man.

I'll make coin another way.

What happens when thugs raid your spot and snatch the food

right out of your kid's hands, or mess with your wife's honor?

All of y'all!

Y'all forgot how this city used to be.

Before I whipped y'all into shape as an army,

before I pulled y'all out of the gutter and made you real men.

Pathetic.

People in the city are talking about your bravery.

Triarchy raids dropped off big time.

Still got a ton of work to do.

Work never stops, man.

What's good, Alyn?

Ormund Hightower is sneak-attacking King's Landing.