Game of Thrones

We shouldn't be out here alone.

Why not?

If your father...

He'll never know we're gone.

But if he finds out...

You don't need to be afraid of my father.

Are you sure?

Yes.

We shouldn't go in.

Of course we should.

- (ANIMAL SCREECHES) - (SCREAMS)

Get out! Get out!

- Let's go. - No.

Listen to your friend.

They said that you were terrifying,

with cat's teeth and three eyes.

You're not terrifying.

You're boring.

You don't know what I am.

I know you're a witch and you can see the future.

Tell me mine.

Everyone wants to know their future

until they know their future.

This is my father's land. My land.

Tell me my future,

or I'll have your two boring eyes gouged out of your head.

Your blood.

Give me a taste.

Three questions you get.

You won't like the answers.

I've been promised to the prince.

When will we marry?

You will never wed the prince.

You will wed the king.

But I will be queen?

Oh, yes.

You'll be queen.

For a time.

Then comes another,

younger,

more beautiful,

to cast you down and take all you hold dear.

Will the king and I have children?

No. The king will have 20 children,

and you will have three.

That doesn't make sense.

Gold will be their crowns.

Gold their shrouds.

Come on, we have to go.

We have to go! Cersei.

Bearers, put it down.

Bearers, up.

Away.

Your Grace, we are honored by your presence.

The mourners are waiting.

They will keep waiting.

I want a moment alone with him.

But, Your Grace, many of these lords and ladies

have traveled day and night to be here from all seven kingdoms.

They Will wait.

He never wanted you to be a Kingsguard,

but here you are, protecting his dead body.

What he built, it's ours.

He built it for us. He meant it for us.

- They're going to try to take it away. All of it. - They?

All of them out there. Our enemies.

They're waiting in line to make sure he's really dead.

And as soon as they see the stones on his eyes,

they'll set to work on tearing us apart.

They have nothing to do with it.

The man who murdered our father, he tore us apart.

He's the enemy. I've been telling you for years.

You've been defending him for years.

This is exactly what they want.

And now our father is dead,

and that little monster is out there somewhere drawing breath.

Did you set him free?

Tyrion may be a monster, but at least he killed our father on purpose.

You killed him by mistake.

With stupidity.

You're a man of action, aren't you?

When it occurs to you to do something, you do it.

Never mind the consequences.

Take a look.

Look at the consequences.

Here they are.

He loved you more than anyone in this world.

Apologies.

I still don't see why I had to stay in this fucking crate once we set sail.

I saved your life.

If they catch you, they catch me.

I cannot say I feel overly guilty about leaving you in that fucking crate.

Do you know what it's like to stuff your shit through one of those air holes?

No, I only know what it's like to pick up your shit and throw it overboard.

Pentos?

The home of my colleague, Illyrio Mopatis, a merchant.

He and I met many years ago through mutual friends.

A group of people who saw Robert Baratheon for the disaster he was.

We tried to do what was best for the realm by supporting a Targaryen restoration.

And thus began the chain of mistakes that has led us both here.

Things have gotten worse, not better.

Westeros needs to be saved from itself.

Mmm.

Much better.

My lord?

I don't think I am anymore.

A lord.

Are you a lord if you kill your father?

I don't imagine they revoke your nobility for killing a whore.

It must happen all the time.

You already drank yourself across the Narrow Sea.

In a box. Why stop now?

Because we are talking about the future of our country.

The future is shit.

Just like the past.

You want the same?

Same as always?

You...

you don't have to.

Habit.

The Sons of the Harpy?

Yes, Your Grace. They left it on the body.

They've never killed before.

It was only a matter of time, Your Grace.

Conquerors always meet with resistance.

I didn't conquer them. Their own people did.

They do not see us as people, Your Grace.

Then they will have to learn to see things differently, Mossador.

He did not risk his life fighting for his freedom

so cowards in masks could take it away.

And I did not take up residence in this pyramid

so I could watch the city below decline into chaos.

What was the name of the man you lost?

White Rat, Your Grace.

I want him buried with honor, publically,

In the Temple of the Graces.

The Sons of the Harpy will hear that message.

Make them very angry.

Angry snakes lash out.

Makes chopping off their heads that much easier.

Find the men who did this and bring them to me.

Your Grace.

I wanted to speak with you.

Why do you come?

White Rat, the Unsullied who...

I have heard they found his body in a brothel.

I have heard that more than one Unsullied has been known to visit Meereen's brothels.

May I ask you why?

Why would an Unsullied go to a brothel?

I do not know.

I must go.

- Get your shield up. - It's too heavy.

If it wasn't heavy, it wouldn't stop a sword. Now get it up.

Come. Try it again.

Drive at me. Keep your shield up, or I'll ring your head like a bell.

Shouldn't you be training, too?

Well, I'm hardly a new recruit.

How many brothers can say that they've killed a White Walker and a Thenn?

I might be the first in history.

Shield up. These men need a firm hand.

Always have.

They're poachers and thieves.

Not soldiers.

That one hates me.

If Ser Alliser is chosen as the new Lord Commander...

- He hates the wildlings. - (BABY CRYING)

All the wildlings.

- Don't let them send us away. - It's not a sure thing.

Ser Denys Mallister has commanded the Shadow Tower for 20 years,

And people say he's a good man. He's running against Ser Alliser...

Sam, don't let them send us away.

I told you.

Wherever you go, I go, too.

You can't leave. They'll execute you.

Good, good, pivot. Don't forget to pivot.

Shield up.

The king wants a word.

You're not cold, my lady?

Never.

The Lord's fire lives within me, Jon Snow.

Feel.

Are you a virgin?

No.

Good.

Your Grace.

The bastard of Winterfell.

You know who rules at Winterfell now?

Roose Bolton.

Hmm. The traitor who plunged a dagger in Robb Stark's heart.

Don't you want to avenge him?

I want a great many things, Your Grace.