Episode #3.5

Street-talk translation

Another bridge is toast.

We might never even make it to Tumbleton.

So, how long is it gonna take you to fix that damn thing?

We gotta find another way across,

- take the long way. - The queen is gonna flip out over this delay.

Lord Piper, grab 100 of your fastest riders

and head to Stoney Sept.

Lock down the barge and get us through.

It sets us back a week, but we're stuck.

It's our last shot at crossing with an army this big.

Are we seriously gonna keep dealing with this Cole guy

and his group of losers?

They're buzzing around us like annoying gnats,

something we don't put up with back North.

I'd take gnats over frostbite any day.

But I'm totally done with Criston Cole, North or South.

Then let me and my crew hunt him down and wreck him.

Or we could just play his little game.

Ambush!

We're getting jumped!

So, on to the next crossing?

They're gonna head to Stoney Sept and we'll be ahead of them again.

Fall back!

If I knew we were having company,

I would've tidied up.

We're hunting for Aemond Targaryen,

- the Kinslayer. - Oh, totally. Tons of you have been by

ever since the queen put a bounty on his head.

Yeah, you won't find your guy here.

There's an old dude who churns butter, but he's totally blind.

And the kid who handles the horses.

And then there's the ghosts.

Sounds like you haven't brushed up on the history of this dump

and the workers who built it...

who died here chained up...

working for Harren the Cruel.

This castle is alive.

It eats the greedy and the careless.

The foundation was soaked in human blood.

And it's always thirsty.

Yo! You chicken?!

Screw this place.

Can you hear me?

Back off! Stay back!

My brother. Aegon, he was right here.

His face was literally on fire.

I saw him. He was reaching for me, pulling me into the darkness.

- My brother. - It's just that nightmare again. That's all.

Just the nightmare again.

She saw it.

She said I'd die, that I wrecked everything.

No.

Mother.

Nobody comes in, unless our queen says so.

It's a pretty sensitive issue.

I'm not sure if you're up to speed on issues of...

the female variety.

Hm?

I gotta thank you again for staying real, Grand Maester.

I'd like to think I've always been

a loyal servant to Your Grace.

More than that, you've been a homie.

But we've got a new queen now.

And I'm feeling a lot of heat.

I don't think I can help you out after today

without having to spill the beans.

I get it.

I don't want it.

You have to.

It could be a boy. Get it?

Aegon's heir, a threat to Joffrey.

To Rhaenyra herself.

She's gonna take it out. She's got no choice.

And if she doesn't, she'll snatch it from you.

Aemond is still around, as far as we know.

He's at Harrenhal.

Nah, he was there, but he took off.

He's ghosted. - I've seen him.

He's burning, but there's no fire.

If Aemond threatens Rhaenyra's power, she'll use the kid as a human shield.

I can't do it.

Helaena, please. Please.

For your own good, don't you wanna be free?

I can't.

- No. No. - Think of it, just think of it like a cup of tea.

Nothing more.

But it's not.

No. No, it's not. Listen to me. Listen, it's a blessing.

It's a secret remedy from the Citadel masters.

It saved me from total disgrace.

It helped Rhaenyra out when she was younger.

And it'll save you too.

Helaena. Please, please. - No.

Hear me out.

Do you really wanna have a kid

who's just gonna be a hostage or a pawn?

It's mine!

It's my baby, it's mine!

I thought a spot on the council would be enough

to pay back House Frey for being loyal.

But Harrenhal was supposed to be our cut, payment for letting your Winter Wolves

pass through the Twins, like your own son promised.

- My son is dead. - And now, I find out

that you've put our castle up for grabs,

free for any random knight who can bring you the head

- of Aemond Targaryen. - You're welcome to try it yourself.

Cregan Stark's army has crossed the Trident,

and we expect the crown to keep its word,

no matter if some dirty sellsword

decides to call himself Lord of Harrenhal for a bit.

For now, though,

I'd be down to join Your Grace's council.

Why would anyone even want to go to Wendish Town?

Not the town itself, Your Grace, but a tiny village on the outskirts.

A few farms got torched,

and the guys we talked to were sure it was Vhagar herself.

The Sea Snake's bastard kid is a dragonrider now.

- That's his brother. - Lord Darry is our ally.

Aemond might be trying to bait us.

By burning a few farms? What for?

Dragons gotta eat.

They called her the White Worm.

But they're fugitives. We'll hunt them down soon.

The whore. - Mm-hmm.

There was a scrap last night at the Dragon Gate.

Had to send in the horses to break it up.

If only Lady Mysaria had been there

with her promised food and stew.

Or if, by some miracle, the king consort's City Watch

had shown a little bit of chill dealing with petty crimes,

- the pettiest of criminals-- - Did anyone see where Vhagar went?

We rushed out there to track them down,

but the trail was two days old.

Aemond is nowhere to be found again.

Two of our gold cloaks were found dead in the street this morning.

Stabbed by someone unknown.

Where was this?

Flea Bottom. - Flea Bottom.

Yeah, that place has always been its own nightmare.

Total chaos, full of sketchy people.

Vhagar shows up while Ormund Hightower

is hanging out at Tumbleton for some secret reason.

We don't need to stress over some fox

hiding in his hole. If you're not gonna burn him...

- He's not a f-- - ...then my army

will track him down soon enough.

Speaking of that, there's fresh news

from Lord Tully's camp.

They've been slowed down by messin' around

from Ser Criston Cole and his squad.

They're burning bridges before the army can even get there.

Head back to the Riverlands.

If Aemond popped up once, he might do it again.

Don't take risks, but figure out where he's going and what he's up to.

If I may, Your Grace.

We only just got back this morning.

Lady Baela hasn't eaten, let alone caught any sleep.

I'm totally ready to fly.

It's no good for us

if you're exhausted and your dragon's wiped out.

I'll send Daemon.

I'll go once I've handled this city drama.

Our fallen soldiers. Need to get a head count.

- Don't you agree? - I'm good, Your Grace.

Losing our City Watch

is a crime for sure, but Ser Luthor's on it.

- That's not the crown's business. - They're my boys.

And we need those guys right now to keep your rule solid.

Especially since they haven't been paid.

Your Grace. - Not now.

Is it always like this?

Mm.

Daemon.

Did I somehow end up back on Dragonstone?

Where I have to fight to be heard over you?

Actually, no. I'm down to do whatever you say.

Just...

later.

I'm not in the mood for games. What does that make me

if you only listen when it suits you?

You're the queen.

I'm doing this for you.

Good. I care about Vhagar.

Me too. But we've got time.

Aemond's scared. He already ran from you once.

- We're safe. - There's something shady going on,

and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.

What you're after is payback.

And I don't blame you, but revenge can wait.

Right now, there's a mess in your city,

and you're probably the reason for it.

I didn't tell Ser Luthor to be a savage.

You didn't have to say a word.

Are you really gonna let some lame taunts get to you,

like painting stripes on tavern walls?

Those aren't just taunts. They're dissing my sons.

A total challenge to my throne.

You're the Queen of Dragons.

Your power is what makes you legit.