Game of Thrones

Little Theon! Come and get her.

It's an invitation... to King's Landing.

You will represent my interests

at this gathering as you see them.

It's not safe leaving you with Littlefinger.

She's your sister.

Arya would never betray her family.

She would if she thought I was going to betray Jon.

With the faces, I can become someone else.

I wonder what it would feel like to be the Lady of Winterfell.

All I'd need to find out... is your face.

Daenerys will win this war.

If you want Cersei to bend the knee,

you can ask her yourself.

She has a more important request.

Cersei thinks the army of the dead is nothing

but a story. What if we prove her wrong?

Bring the dead to her.

Go!

We are going to destroy the Night King and his army.

Thank you, my queen.

- Oil? - Pitch, my lord.

- How many barrels? - 500, my lord.

Get 500 more.

Yes, my lord.

I still enjoy it when they call me "my lord."

The thrill will fade.

If we live that long.

Men without cocks.

You wouldn't find me fighting in an army

if I had no cock.

What's left to fight for?

Gold?

I spent my life around soldiers.

What do you think they spend that gold on?

Family.

Not without a cock, you don't.

Maybe it really is all cocks in the end.

Yet, your brother has chosen to side with the cockless.

Yes, he's always been a champion of the downtrodden.

I think we're about to be the downtrodden.

Archers, stand tall!

Cover that wall!

- How many people live here? - A million, give or take.

That's more people than the entire North crammed into that.

Why would anyone want to live that way?

There's more work in the city.

And the brothels are far superior.

Why isn't she with them?

I'm afraid I don't know, Your Grace.

No one has seen her.

And the rest of them?

They're on their way to the Dragonpit now.

Including our brother?

Yes, Your Grace.

If anything goes wrong,

kill the silver-haired bitch first,

then our brother, then the bastard who calls himself king.

The rest of them you can kill in any order you see fit.

Come, Ser Gregor.

It's time for us to meet our guests.

Why did they build it?

Dragons don't understand the difference

between what is theirs and what isn't.

Land, livestock, children...

Letting them roam free around a city was a problem.

I imagine it was a sad joke at the end.

An entire arena for a few sickly creatures smaller than dogs.

But in the beginning, when it was home to Balerion the Dread,

it must have been the most dangerous place in the world.

Maybe it still is.

Welcome, my lords.

Your friends arrived before you did.

I've been sent to escort you all to the meeting.

A pleasant surprise in an unpleasant situation.

I never thought I'd see you again, my lord.

Supporting the enemy, no less.

- Hard to blame you. - Cersei will anyway.

I'm glad you're alive.

Come on!

You can suck his magic cock later.

What's in there?

Fuck off.

I thought you were dead.

Not yet.

You came pretty close.

I was only trying to protect her.

You and me both.

She's alive.

Arya.

- Where? - Winterfell.

Who's protecting her if you're here?

The only one that needs protecting

is the one that gets in her way.

It won't be me.

Here we are...

the heroes of Blackwater Bay.

Strange place for a reunion.

It is, my lord.

I don't think I'm anyone's lord anymore, Podrick.

Save the titles for Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.

I'm sure your new queen will be happy to restore yours

if she ends up on the throne.

You've been thinking about our new queen?

Perhaps you've been reconsidering your allegiances.

Remember my offer...

whatever they're paying you, I'll pay double.

And that would be double what now, exactly?

Don't you worry about me. I'm doing all right.

- Looking after myself. - Are you?

Helping me to arrange this meeting

wasn't exactly looking after yourself, was it?

You put yourself at risk.

I put yourself at risk. Important difference.

It's your head Queen Cersei's offered a bag of gold for, it's not mine.

Now, thanks to me,

she's got two traitors' heads coming right through her door.

She can lop them both off as soon as she gets tired

of the clever words that pour out their pieholes.

All thanks to Ser Bronn of the fucking Blackwater.

If that's not looking after myself, I don't know what is.

It's good to see you again.

Yeah, you, too.

Anyone touches it, I'll kill you first.

Come on, Pod.

Let's you and me go have a drink

while the fancy folks talk, eh?

I left this shit city

because I didn't want to die in it.

Am I going to die in this shit city?

You might.

And this is all your idea.

Seems every bad idea has some Lannister cunt behind it.

And some Clegane cunt to help them see it through.

Remember me?

Yeah, you do.

You're even fucking uglier than I am now.

What did they do to you?

Doesn't matter.

That's not how it ends for you, brother.

You know who's coming for you.

You've always known.

Where is she?

She'll be here soon.

Didn't travel with you?

No.

We've been here for some time.

My apologies.

We are all facing a unique...

Theon!

I have your sister.

If you don't submit to me here, now...

I'll kill her.

I think we ought to begin with larger concerns.

Then why are you talking?

You're the smallest concern here.

Do you remember when we discussed dwarf jokes?

His wasn't even good.

He explained it at the end.

Never explain. It always ruins it.

We don't even let your kind live

in the Iron Islands, you know?

We kill you at birth.

An act of mercy for the parents.

Perhaps you ought to sit down.

Why?

Sit down or leave.

We are a group of people who do not like one another,

as this recent demonstration has shown.

We have suffered at each other's hands.

We have lost people we love at each other's hands.

If all we wanted was more of the same,

there would be no need for this gathering.

We are entirely capable of waging war against each other

without meeting face-to-face.

So instead, we should settle our differences

and live together in harmony for the rest of our days?

We all know that will never happen.

Then why are we here?

This isn't about living in harmony.

It's just about living.

The same thing is coming for all of us.

A general you can't negotiate with.

An army that doesn't leave corpses behind on the battlefield.

Lord Tyrion tells me a million people live in this city.

They're about to become a million more soldiers in the Army of the Dead.

I imagine for most of them it would be an improvement.

This is serious.

I wouldn't be here if it weren't.

I don't think it's serious at all.

I think it's another bad joke.

If my brother Jaime has informed me correctly,

you're asking me for a truce.

Yes. That's all.

That's all?

Pull back my armies and stand down

while you go on your monster hunt.

Or while you solidify and expand your position.

Hard for me to know which it is with my armies pulled back

until you return and march on my capital with four times the men.