Game of Thrones

I lost this dagger.

To whom?

Tyrion Lannister.

Take a step toward a more productive relationship

with a possible ally.

I will allow you to mine the dragonglass

and forge weapons from it.

Thank you.

She has three full-grown dragons, Your Grace.

How do you propose to stop them?

We are currently at work on a solution.

I thought you'd be heading for Winterfell.

Jon Snow came down from Castle Black

with a wildling army and won the Battle of the Bastards.

He's King of the North now.

Your sister's dead.

Euron has her.

I couldn't save her. I tried.

You wouldn't be here if you'd tried.

What about Casterly Rock?

We both know how expensive war can be.

Your vaults are empty.

My debt will be paid in full.

How will it happen?

Will there be pain?

No, I'll make sure of that.

I'd hate to die like your son.

Not at all what I intended.

Tell Cersei.

I want her to know it was me.

Man: Hold that wagon!

You've just won the biggest prize in the world.

What could you possibly have to be upset about?

Come on, you can tell me.

Queen of Thorns give you one last prick in the balls

before saying goodbye?

I'll save my confessions for the High Septon.

There is no more High Septon.

No, there isn't, is there?

There is still the question of my prize.

That's a lot of money I just gave you.

It's not a castle.

How about that one? It's available.

You don't want Highgarden.

- I beg to differ. - We're at war.

Daenerys Targaryen could come and take it back the day after you move in.

Besides, think of the upkeep.

The more you owe, the more it weighs you down.

Oh, is that why you're so fucking glum, eh?

All your new riches weighing you down?

- Man: Move out! - Jaime: They're not mine.

This all belongs to the Iron Bank.

See? We pay our debts.

Right, just not to me.

Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, formerly of...

whatever nameless shit heap you're from

with a saddlebag full of gold,

complaining about not getting paid.

When we win this war,

all the castles in the Seven Kingdoms

will be yours to choose from,

with no one left to take them away from you.

Yes, I'm sure Queen Cersei's reign

will be quiet and peaceable.

Ah, stranger things have happened.

Like what?

The granaries are being emptied and loaded into wagons, my lord.

- The current harvest? - We have teams of men collecting it

from all the farms in the Reach.

Ser Bronn, will you accompany the Tarlys

and help them accelerate this process?

I'm not much for shoveling wheat.

No, but motivating reluctant farmers to hand over their harvest--

I bet you're going to have a real talent for that.

My lord.

My lord.

My lord.

Tycho: I must say, I don't think the Iron Bank

has ever had a debt of this magnitude repaid in a single installment.

I always considered your father a very effective and efficient man,

but you appear to be redefining those terms entirely.

You're too kind, my lord.

I am neither kind nor a lord, Your Grace.

I am merely an instrument of the institution I represent.

Its well-being is a matter of arithmetic, not sentiment.

And the current arithmetic is outstanding.

- Uh, the gold... - Is on its way.

My brother is supervising its transportation himself.

Some at the Iron Bank will be disappointed.

They've grown rather fond of your interest payments.

We must devise a way to raise their spirits.

Yes, perhaps we could be of assistance

in some current venture.

My only venture at this moment

is reestablishing control over this continent

and every person on it.

I see a great deal of potential in that venture.

I imagine it would require outside investment.

It will, indeed.

I need to expand my armies, my navies.

My Hand, Qyburn, has made overtures to the Golden Company in Essos.

I know them well.

They have helped us recover significant sums

from parties who had fallen into deep arrears.

That's good to hear.

I, too, would like them to recover some things that belong to me.

Rest assured, Your Grace,

you can count on the Iron Bank's support.

- Hmm. - As soon as the gold arrives.

Littlefinger: This is for you.

The last man who wielded it meant to cut your throat,

but your mother fought him off.

The other dagger,

the one that took her life,

I would have stopped that dagger with my own heart

if I could have.

I wasn't there for her when she needed me most.

But I am here for her now

to do what she would have done,

to protect her children.

Anything I can do for you, Brandon,

you need only ask.

Do you know who this belonged to?

No.

That very question was what started the War of the Five Kings.

In a way, that dagger made you what you are today.

Forced from your home,

driven out to the wilds beyond the Wall.

I imagine you've seen things most men wouldn't believe.

To go through all of that and make your way home again

only to find such chaos in the world,

I can only imagine--

Chaos is a ladder.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Lord Stark.

I'm not Lord Stark.

What's that?

Maester Wolkan built it for me

so I can move around more easily.

It's a very good idea.

You're leaving.

I don't want to leave you,

but when-- when they come,

I need to be with my family.

And you're safe.

Well, as safe as anyone can be now.

You don't need me anymore.

No, I don't.

That's all you've got to say?

Thank you.

Thank you?

For helping me.

My brother died for you.

Hodor and Summer died for you.

I almost died for you.

- Bran... - I'm not, really.

Not anymore.

I remember what it felt like to be Brandon Stark,

but I remember so much else now.

You died in that cave.

I did.

The kitchen girl, the redhead with the behind.

The only thing in the kitchen that you've put your cock in is the liver.

'Ey up. Where you going?

In there. I live here.

Fuck off.

I'm Arya Stark. This is my home.

Arya Stark's dead.

Send for Maester Luwin or Ser Rodrick.

- They'll tell you who I am. - There's no Rodrick here.

Maester's named Wolkan.

Go ask Jon Snow, then, the King in the North.

- He's my brother. - He's a thousand miles away.

Look, it's cold and we're busy,

- so, you know, best fuck off. - Mm.

If Jon's gone, who's in charge of Winterfell?

The Lady of Winterfell. Lady Stark.

- Which Lady Stark? - Henk: You tell us.

You're the one impersonating her sister.

Tell Sansa her sister's home.

Lady Sansa is too busy to waste her breath on you, just like us.

So, for the last time, fuck off.

I'm getting into this castle one way or another.

If I'm not who I say I am, I won't last long.

But if I am and Sansa finds out you turned me away...

Right, you sit there.

Right there.

Don't move.

Right, go tell Lady Stark. I'll watch her.

Henk: I ain't telling Lady Stark. You can tell her.

Koner: Why me?

- Henk: You're gonna tell her. - I'm not.

'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna hit you right in the fucking face

as hard as I can.

Koner: We told her to wait.

We were standing right next to her, and...

And-- and when we turned around, she'd gone, my lady.

She-- she was nothing. Some winter town girl.

She comes in asking for, uh, Ser Rodrick...

- Rodrick, yeah. Luwin, yeah. - ...and Maester Luwin.

And don't trouble yourself over it, my lady.