Game of Thrones

Game of Thrones S04E07 "Mockingbird"

I made a deal for you to keep your ungrateful head

on your ungrateful neck a little while longer.

I'm sorry, what am I grateful for?

The opportunity to live and die at the Wall

as punishment for a crime I did not commit?

You threw your life away. You threw it away.

It's not a joke. You understand that, don't you?

Of course it's a joke, just not a very funny one.

I couldn't...

I couldn't listen to her

standing there telling her lies.

I couldn't do it.

You fell in love with a whore.

Yes, I fell in love with a whore.

And I was stupid enough to think that she had fallen in love with me.

That deal you made,

it was everything Father wanted.

You do see that?

He gets you back as his heir.

The future Lord of the Rock.

And he ships me off to Castle Black,

out of sight at last.

All so perfect.

It felt good to take that from him.

He knows I'm innocent and he's willing to sacrifice me anyway.

He's willing to sacrifice any of us.

Not you.

You're the golden son.

You could kill a king, lose a hand,

fuck your own sister, you'll always be the golden son.

Careful.

I'm the last friend you've got.

At least I got to tell them what they really are.

Yes, brilliant speech.

They'll be talking about it for days to come.

I thought you were a realist.

Didn't realize you'd die for pride.

Don't give up on me just yet.

I survived one trial by combat,

even though you weren't there to save me.

I can't save you this time either.

My training has proved

that I can't beat a stable boy with my left hand.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Even if you lose, imagine the look

on Father's face when you fall.

Our family name snuffed out

with a single swing of the sword.

It is tempting.

Well...

Bronn fought for me once, he'll do it again.

If he wins,

I expect I'll be in his debt

for the rest of my life.

If he wins.

Will you find him for me?

Who does Cersei plan on naming as a champion?

I hope it's Ser Meryn Trant.

I'd enjoy watching Bronn disembowel that pompous child beater.

No.

Not Ser Meryn.

Go on, move it.

And you.

Come on.

Mercy.

Please.

Please, mercy.

Ser Gregor. Welcome to the capital.

Thank you for riding here so quickly.

You seem to be in good form.

Who am I fighting?

Does it matter?

Could be food.

Could be soldiers.

You shouldn't be sitting out here like this.

Where else to sit?

Tried to walk back to my hut,

hurt too much.

Then I remembered they burned my hut down.

Who were "they"?

I stopped asking a while ago.

That's not gonna get better.

Doesn't seem so.

A bad way to go.

Haven't you had enough?

Of what?

I know.

Time to go.

Take matters into my own hands.

The thought has occurred to me.

So why go on?

Habit.

Nothing could be worse than this.

Maybe nothing is worse than this.

Nothing isn't better or worse than anything.

Nothing is just nothing.

Who are you?

My name is Arya.

Arya Stark.

You her father?

Her captor.

Bringing her to her aunt for ransom.

A fair exchange, that is.

Always held to the notion of fair exchange

in all my dealings.

You give me, I give you.

Fair.

A balance.

No balance anymore.

Could I have a drink?

Dying is thirsty work.

Wish it were wine.

So do I.

That's where the heart is.

That's how you kill a man.

The fuck you doing?

There's a price on your head.

Guess that's what the king does when you tell him to fuck off.

The king's dead.

He drank poisoned wine at his own wedding.

The bounty on you is for killing Lannister soldiers.

100 silver stags.

And you thought you were going to collect it?

Didn't think very hard, did you?

You were Yoren's prisoners when he was taking me to the Wall.

He told me he'd fuck me bloody with a stick.

This day's really not working out the way you planned.

He on your little list?

He can't be.

I don't know his name.

What's your name?

- Rorge. - Thank you.

You're learning.

Rangers returning!

They return!

- Rangers returning! - Greetings.

Didn't think I'd see you again.

All right, Jon?

Welcome back, brother.

Lord Snow.

This is no place for wild beasts.

Lock him away

or I'll let Hobb throw him in tonight's stew.

Come on, Ghost.

Mance's army was closing in on Craster's Keep when we left.

We saw their campfires from Osric's Hill.

They'll reach the Wall before the next full moon.

I'm surprised you didn't ride over and say hello.

The King-beyond-the-Wall is your old friend, isn't he?

We need to prepare.

We've been preparing.

We should seal the tunnel.

Plug it with rocks and ice.

Flood it and let it freeze.

And how would we range north?

- We wouldn't. - Coward.

You would cut off our legs,

pluck out our eyes,

leave us cowering behind the Wall

hoping for the storm to pass?

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

This castle has stood for thousands of years.

The Night's Watch has defended her for thousands of years.

And in all those centuries, we have never sealed the tunnel.

Have you ever seen a giant, Ser Alliser?

I have.

The tunnel's gate won't stop them.

The bars on those gates are four inches thick.

Cold-rolled steel.

They won't stop them.

Remind me which order you belong to, Lord Snow.

The stewards.

Are the stewards responsible for maintaining the tunnel?

No.

Who would that be?

- The builders. - Ah, the builders.

First Builder Yarwyck,

Lord Snow here recommends sealing the tunnel,

leaving us unable to carry out our duties

as sworn brothers of the Night's Watch.

Do you agree with him?

No.

Given your deep knowledge of the wildling army, Lord Snow,

you and Tarly will take night duties atop the Wall

until the full moon.

Moving on.

First Builder, we'll need 100 barrels of pitch brought atop the wall.

Aye.

My lord.

You have new clothes.

Do you like 'em? Eh?

Gloves are doeskin.

Softer than a virgin's thighs.

I sent for you days ago.

- I've been a bit busy. - Doing what?

My lonesome bachelor days are over.

I'm to wed Lollys Stokeworth.

Lollys Stokeworth?

She doesn't strike me as your sort of girl.