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01:05:20
Emilia Clarke, Peter Dinklage, Kit Harington, Iain Glen
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You can never be a kneeler again.
The last of a bloodline that stretches back before the First Men.
Winterfell is a pile of rubble.
That is exactly the sort of arrogance
All your vow?
to feed all former slaves and barracks to shelter them.
I would suggest milk of the poppy to ease his pain,
PYCELLE: The cause appears to be manticore venom.
I did not take this city to preside over the injustice I fought to destroy.
Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons.
You insisted that you would not be left at Casterly Rock under any circumstance.
I cut down your butcher's boy. The ginger.
His curiosity was deemed dangerous and unnatural.
When you marched into the throne room to tell me
You're not a good listener.
Now, enough of this nonsense.
Her aunt in the Eyrie is dead.
You're the three-eyed raven?
Sailors saw him flying over the Black Cliffs three days ago, my Queen.
Of all the ways I'd kill you, poison would be the last.
I was this man's prisoner once.
You can choose the creature that killed our mother to come into this world...
Oh, get on with it, you son of a whore.
like a goat or a chair?
Joffrey is dead. Myrcella's been sold like livestock.
I have outfitted mess halls
Their fate depends on their king.
I was about to give him essence of nightshade.
You were betroth to Loras Tyrell.
that had him expel from the Citadel, Your Grace.
I reckon you could do it before any of them could stop you.
My people have bled enough.
Little Calla is only seven, but she admire you very much.
When you took the city, the children beg me not to leave the house.
You insist that you would not be left at Casterly Rock under any circumstances.
and I swear to you that no one else will die.
I have outfit mess halls
I was hoping your loyalty was real when you pledge yourself to us, Jon Snow.
A galley's waiting in the bay bound for the Free Cities.
But you refuse to die.
drag into a Sept to be married against her will?
I will stay in King's Landing where I belong with my son, the king.
But he spare my life.
The last of a bloodline that stretch back before the First Men.
I suppose Stannis does.
He could have torture me. He could have killed me.
You shot me.
That night the Blackwater burn.
I am your son, and you sentence me to die.
I murder her.
She put three arrows in me when I escape.
I bet you like that.
this I promise you.
I was tutor to his children. I taught them languages and history.
I decide to take your brother with me and not you.
There's a lock door at the top of the stairs.
have nowhere to put them, have nothing to feed them.
somewhat.
and you'll fight over him like beasts until you rip him apart.
Knock on it twice, then twice again.
Truly, I was.
That is exactly the sort of arrogance
I am not alone.
Finally my father said,
PYCELLE: Your Grace, I wish it were otherwise, but Ser Gregor is beyond saving.
As soon as I saw that, I sent 400 men to climb the Wall,
Were you enough to turn her?
You can shit later. There's people coming.
That's how far I was willing to go
and I swear to you that no one else will die.
Sailors saw him flying over the Black Cliffs three days ago, my Queen.
It's me being honest with you, Jon Snow, which is more than you've ever done for me.
It's at least 30 miles to the Eyrie from here.
I was this man's prisoner once.
I always wanted some Valyrian steel.
You did well. Fought hard.
One of our giants went into your tunnel and never came out again.
You're wearing a black cloak again.
an unmanned stretch five miles west of here.
but for those of us too old to change,
They'd kill you, of course.
Turn your army around and go home.
I want to go north, to the Wall.
And if my people aren't south of the Wall when it comes in earnest,
- but he is completely insensate. - Bloody Martells.
another one of your smug stories about the time you won.
an unmanned stretch five miles west of here.
His curiosity was deemed dangerous and unnatural.
when I thought someone awful had come to take my son away.
There is no safety, you dumb bitch.
Fancy sword you've got there. Where'd you get it?
No, but I swore a sacred vow to protect her.
Funeral words. I don't know how the free folk do it.
Your role in that future is more vital now than it ever was.
You want me alive so you can torture me?
Are you capable of that, Jon Snow?
Are you really mad enough to blame him for that?
Your old blind man patched me up.
His curiosity was deemed dangerous and unnatural.
One fewer brother. Must be proud of yourself.
No, it's a proper northern drink, Jon Snow.
This man is not even a maester, let alone grand maester.
Your brother, I expect. He always had a soft spot for you.
have any conception what his actual family was doing?
to feed all former slaves and barracks to shelter them.
She's dead.
- If you recall... - I'm not interested in hearing
Killed some of our strong men.
My Unsullied will make them safe again in short order, my friend,
Though the hour is late.
She wasn't enough to turn you, eh?
I showed you everything I had. The whole army, 100,000 strong.