House of the Dragon (2022) s03e05 Episode Script

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[EPIC THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
- [SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
- [WAVES CRASHING]
[LORD PIPER] Another crossing burned.
We might never reach Tumbleton.
So how long will it take you
to build the bloody thing again?
[SCOFFS] We will have to find
another crossing,
- take the long way round.
- The queen will abhor this delay.
Lord Piper,
take 100 of your fastest riders
- and make for Stoney Sept.
- [METAL SCRAPING]
Secure the barge and transit there.
- [METAL CONTINUES SCRAPING]
- That puts us back by a week,
but we can do no better.
It's our last chance to ford the
river with an army of this size.
[GROANING]
- [CANE THUDS]
- Will we continue to suffer this Cole
and his band of hangers-on?
They flit about us
like fucking deer flies,
another thing that we
do not endure in the North.
Better deer flies than frostbite.
But Criston Cole I am past enduring,
North or South.
Then loose my wolves and me on the hunt,
and we will bring him down.
Or we could play at his game.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
[LAUGHTER]
[METAL CLANGING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
- [THUD]
- [FOOTSTEPS RECEDING QUICKLY]
- [BLADE UNSHEATHING]
- [GRUNTING]
[SOLDIER] Ambush!
[SOLDIERS SHOUTING]
[SOLDIER] We're under attack!
To the next crossing, then?
They'll make for Stoney Sept
and we'll once more be ahead of them.
- Fall back!
- [SOLDIERS SHOUTING]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[GOAT BLEATING]
If I'd have known
we were expecting guests,
I would have made up the beds.
We're looking for Aemond Targaryen,
the Kinslayer.
Ah, yes. There's been a horde of you
since the ungrateful queen
announced her bounty.
Well, you won't find your quarry here.
There's an old man
who churns the butter,
but he's blind in both eyes.
And the boy who feeds the horses.
- And then there are the ghosts.
- [THUNDER RUMBLING]
Seems you have not learned
the history of this place
and the laborers who built it
who died here in chains
in service to Harren the Cruel.
- [THUNDER CRASHING]
- [GASPING]
This castle breathes.
She swallows the greedy, the heedless.
Her founding stones were
watered with the blood of men.
And she's always thirsty.
[ROCKS CLATTERING]
- [BATS SCREECHING]
- [SELLSWORDS SCREAMING]
Oi! You bloody craven?!
Fuck this place.
[PERSON SCREAMING]
[SCREAMS ECHOING]
[MANIACAL LAUGHTER ECHOING]
[ALYS] Can you hear me?
Stay back! Stay back!
My my brother. Aegon, he was here.
His face was on fire. [GRUNTING]
I saw him. He was clutching at me,
dragging me down into the dark.
- My my brother.
- It's just the dream again. That's all.
[SOFTLY SHUSHING]
It's just the dream again.
[KNIFE CLATTERING]
She saw it.
She said I would die,
that I ruined everything.
No.
[SOFTLY SHUSHING]
[WHISPERING] Mother.
[HUMMING SOFTLY]
[HUMMING CONTINUES, ECHOING]
[CATS MEWING]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
None may enter,
save at our queen's direction.
It is a matter of some delicacy.
I'm not certain how familiar you
are with disorders of the, um
female persuasion.
Hm?
[DOOR OPENS]
I must thank you again
for your loyalty, Grand Maester.
I flatter myself to think
that I have ever been
a faithful servant to Your Grace.
More than that, you've been a friend.
But we have now a new queen.
And I find myself under some scrutiny.
I fear I can no longer offer you
assistance after today
without making the proper disclosures.
I understand.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
I don't want it.
You must.
It could be a boy. Do you see?
Aegon's heir, a rival to Joffrey.
To Rhaenyra herself.
She will kill it.
She will have no choice.
Or if she does not,
she will take it from you.
Aemond still lives, as far as we know.
He's at Harrenhal.
No, he was there, but he has fled.
- He's vanished.
- I have seen him.
He burns, but without fire.
If Aemond threatens Rhaenyra's rule,
she will use the child as her shield.
I can't do it.
Helaena, please. Please.
For your own sake,
do you not wish to be free?
I can't.
- No. No.
- Think of it, think of it
as a cup of tea.
Nothing more.
But it isn't.
No. No, it's not. Listen to me.
Listen to me, it is a blessing.
It is a remedy
taught to the masters of the Citadel.
It has delivered me
from disgrace and ruin.
It has delivered Rhaenyra
herself when she was young.
And it will deliver you, too.
- Helaena. Please, please.
- No.
Listen to me.
Will you bear a child
who will be never more
than a hostage or a pawn?
It's mine!
It's my own, it's mine!
[SIGHS]
I had hoped a seat on
the council would suffice
as recompense for House Frey's loyalty.
But Harrenhal was to be our recompense,
payment for giving your Winter Wolves
passage across the Twins,
promised by your own son.
- My son is dead.
- And now, I discover
that you have pledged
our castle as a trophy,
free to any hedge knight
who can bring you the head
- of Aemond Targaryen.
- You, yourself, are welcome to try.
Cregan Stark's army
has crossed the Trident,
and we expect the crown's
word to be honored,
no matter if some grubby sellsword
has dubbed himself Lord of
Harrenhal in the meanwhile.
For now, however,
I would be pleased
to join Your Grace's council.
[MANDERLY] What could anyone
possibly want in Wendish Town?
- [CAT MEOWING]
- [ADDAM] Not Wendish Town itself,
Your Grace,
but a small village at the outskirts.
There were several farms burned,
and the men we talked to were
certain it was Vhagar herself.
[WHISPERING] The Sea Snake's bastard,
now a dragonrider.
- That's his brother.
- [RHAENYRA] Lord Darry is our ally.
Aemond may be provoking us.
By sacking a farm or three? To what end?
[DAEMON] Dragons need to eat.
[WHISPERING]
The White Worm, she was called.
But they are fugitives.
We will root them out soon enough.
- The whore.
- Mm-hmm.
There was a skirmish last
night at the Dragon Gate.
Horses were required to dispel it.
If only the Lady Mysaria had been there
with her promised bread
and ladlefuls of stew.
Or if, by some miracle,
the king consort's City Watch
had shown a penny's worth of restraint
pursuing the pettiest of crimes,
- the pettiest of criminals
- Did anyone see where Vhagar flew?
We went with all speed
to take up the trail,
but it was two days cold.
Once again,
Aemond is nowhere to be found.
Two of our gold cloaks were found dead
in the street this morning.
Put to the blade by an unknown hand.
Where was this?
- Flea Bottom.
- Flea Bottom.
Mm, has ever been a realm unto itself.
Quite ungovernable,
full of undesirables.
[RHAENYRA] Vhagar appears
while Ormund Hightower
gathers himself at Tumbleton
to some hidden purpose.
We need not waste our sweat
fretting over a fox
gone to ground.
If you will not burn him
- He is not a f
- then my army
will root him out soon enough.
[ORWYLE] As to that, there is fresh news
from Lord Tully's camp.
Their march has been slowed
by interference
from Ser Criston Cole and his men.
River crossings are being burned
before the army can reach them.
Go back to the Riverlands.
If Aemond has shown himself once,
he may do so again.
Take no risk,
but ascertain his path, his purpose.
If I may, Your Grace.
We arrived back only this morning.
The Lady Baela has not eaten,
much less slept.
I am more than ready to fly.
[RHAENYRA] It will not serve
us if your eyes are weary
and your beast fatigued.
I will send Daemon.
I will go once I have dealt
with this business in the city.
Our fallen soldiers.
An accounting must be made.
- Do you not agree?
- I am able, Your Grace.
[RHAENYRA] The loss to our City Watch
is a crime, to be sure,
but Ser Luthor will investigate.
- It is not a matter for the crown.
- [DAEMON] They are my men.
And we depend on those
men now to secure your rule.
Especially since their wages
have been withheld.
- Your Grace.
- Not now.
Is it always like this?
Mm.
Daemon.
Have I somehow found myself
back on Dragonstone?
That my voice must again
compete with yours?
On the contrary.
I have pledged to fulfill your command.
Just later.
I'm in no mood to jest.
What does it make of me
if you will obey me only at a time
and place of your own choosing?
You are the queen.
I act in your interest.
Good. My interest is Vhagar.
Mine too. But we have time enough.
Aemond is afraid.
He has fled once already before you.
- We are in no danger.
- There is treachery somewhere,
and I seek to uncover it.
What you seek is revenge.
And gods know I do not grudge you that,
but revenge may wait.
At this moment, there is
a disturbance in your city,
and you, yourself, are its likely cause.
I did not ask Ser Luthor to be brutal.
You need not have
asked him anything at all.
Will you let yourself
be rattled by vapid taunts,
by the painting of stripes
on tavern walls?
They are more than taunts.
They are an insult to my sons.
A challenge to my very legitimacy.
You are the Queen of Dragons.
Your strength is your legitimacy.
- [ELINDA] Your Grace?
- [GROANS]
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
Glad news.
Young Prince Joffrey has
returned this hour from the Vale.
I'm told he's asked for you.
I will come to him when I'm able.
I'm sure he's tired.
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
[LARYS] It is long past the nightingale.
[AEGON] I don't care.
Which way is West?
I have no idea.
- If I may say, Your Grace
- I'm not going back.
- We have nowhere else to go.
- You heard what I did.
Vhagar has been sighted at Wendish Town.
Two days ago.
Who knows where she may be now?
Well, Harrenhal, then.
Someone there will know something.
Look, Aemond must have left
a a message or a sign.
- We can pick up his trail.
- It's 100 leagues
to Harrenhal, Your Grace, and the fields
and woods are teeming with Rivermen.
This is more than a folly.
It is dangerous.
Fucking seven fucking hells!
[WHIMPERING]
What would you do if you found him, hm?
Your brother is a coiled viper,
and you are you are hungry,
and broken, and spent, and we are alone.
If we were to be discovered
Stop telling me what I can't do!
This is his fault.
Everything.
Every one of my miseries
is of his making,
and I swear before the Warrior himself,
I'm going to find him
and fucking kill him
or die in the attempt.
Hm.
[SIGHS]
You know me, I think.
By reputation.
It is my privilege now to listen
to the whispers of the Red Keep.
- The guests you receive
- What is it that you want?
and the gifts they bring.
Show it to me.
[SIGHS]
My daughter has been unwell.
As you see, she suffers
terrible headaches.
The maester is kind enough
to tend to her.
And yet the flask is full.
[SNIFFING]
I took a lover after Viserys.
The queen herself knows the truth of it.
I was careless, to my shame.
It's a difficult thing,
but I should no longer delay.
[GULPING]
[COUGHING]
Was he a lord or a commoner?
Or perhaps both?
I must appeal to you, Lady Mysaria.
You of all people must understand the
the indignities we women endure.
There is surely no need for this
to be spoken of again.
You would not, of course,
seek to deceive the queen.
I am her prisoner.
As you were once, if I'm not mistaken.
As you say.
Have you ever seen the
Hightower at Oldtown, Ser Criston?
I've heard tell of it.
Ormund and I had a game,
to "run the tower."
You'd start at the base before dawn
and aim to be the first one
to see the sun rise
from the beacon.
Of course, I let him win.
He was a thin-skinned twat even then.
Mm.
At that moment, when the sun rises
over the Seven Kingdoms,
hundreds and hundreds of miles
I hope to show it to you one day.
You could make a home
at Oldtown, Ser Criston.
A knight of your stature
would be most welcome
to serve our house there.
[HORSE WHINNYING]
Halt! Stay back!
[HORSE WHINNYING]
Stay clear!
- [WHINNYING CONTINUES]
- [CRISTON] Hold your ground!
Stand your ground!
[WHINNYING CONTINUES]
- [HORSE NEIGHING]
- Crow's feet.
Gods.
Are they ahead of us?
[HORSES NEIGHING, CRYING]
[SWORD THUDS]
[SIGHS]
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[DAEMON] Your hand was
heavier than warranted by the crime.
I was well schooled
in those manners, was I not?
I had the finest of captains.
In any case,
the queen wanted it stopped.
The queen's son is dead.
She must be excused her impulses.
- Oh, you'd have me refuse her?
- No, rather temper her.
Tend to her humors. Not every whim
needs to be pursued with equal vigor.
You know, they cut their bowels
as well as their throat.
Did they tell you that?
Good men dying in agony
in their own shit.
We will pay the villains back in kind.
What is the mood among the men?
They complain about their wages,
or lack of them.
- I shall address them.
- [CHUCKLES]
A rousing speech from
the Rogue Prince himself.
I'm not sure that's gonna make
up for a steady wage anymore.
If I lead them, they will follow.
It's been a minute
since you were
the Prince of Flea Bottom.
Most of the men were in
swaddling clothes when you
- [MAN SHOUTING]
- [PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[SHOUTING CONTINUES]
[BELL RINGING]
- [PEOPLE EXCLAIMING]
- [INSECTS BUZZING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[PIGEON COOING]
What is our standing?
Battlements are being raised
with haste, my lord.
But we lack in timber,
and men, and time.
Then levy more conscripts,
and fell every tree
from here to Bitterbridge.
We must secure our walls.
Rhaenyra's host is surely on the march.
The maester tells me you've been
most assiduous in your lessons.
We are making a study on my forebears
on the Hightower side.
I mean, their battles, their enemies.
It has been three days
now spent in the pursuit
of these dry histories.
Dry, did you say?
No. Of course not.
Or rather, they may
seem dry at first glance,
but to learn fr
To venerate our ancestors,
that is a noble task.
And I'm grateful for it.
Good.
It would please me to hear you recite.
We have parsed out the conflicts
between House Greyjoy and Houses Peake
and Osgrey and Gardener,
House Dayne of Dorne
And Meria Martell?
The Yellow Toad of Dorne.
I should have a word with your tutor.
She was the only woman
ever to have been gifted
with a truly military mind.
Though the gods divested her
of beauty in turn.
A blind princess.
Hideous, hairless, thick of waist.
She does not sound so formidable.
When Aegon the Conqueror
claimed her lands,
she refused to submit.
She declared him a usurper.
And all those that marched for him,
traitors to the Seven Kingdoms.
And she swore that Dorne
would ever be unbowed, unbent.
[SIGHS]
A great host descended
from the Red Mountains,
we Hightowers regrettably among them.
Meria poisoned her own wells,
hid her soldiers
in the very sand of the desert.
Her castle,
when they found it, was empty.
They thought that she was vanquished.
But she rose up out of the darkness
and slaughtered them in their beds.
Is she a hero, then? Or a villain?
The Targaryens knew
nothing of our civilization,
the Faith, the Citadel.
What they had,
what they still have, is strength.
Their armies,
the obscenity of their dragons.
Meria Martell outwitted her enemy.
A cunning mind can resist
the most savage of beasts.
And Dorne remains unbroken even today.
I was lucky.
[SCOFFS]
Let us start again.
[PIECES CLATTERING]
Never apologize for victory.
I have had these made.
Do you think it a good likeness?
You are the sign our allies
have been waiting for.
The son of Viserys,
the beacon shining from the High Tower.
From the lowliest of the faithful
to Borros Baratheon himself.
[BIRDSONG]
Oh. No, you can't touch that.
Helaena?
Do you know why?
They eat the leaves of the nightshade,
but that would be death for you or me.
It's a puzzle.
Jaehaera, come with me.
Come.
Listen now, dearest. We must leave here.
- [SCOFFS]
- This very evening.
There seems to be
some trouble in the city,
and some of Rhaenyra's soldiers
must go to help the City Watch.
We will have one guard tonight
instead of two.
Your necklace.
I tendered it to a maid.
She will help us.
There is a hidden door that
leads out in Aemond's chamber.
Below the keep and beyond its walls.
The one the men used
when they came to kill my boy?
The room is Baela's now.
And she will no doubt be out hunting.
[SIGHS] With luck, we may escape
and and melt into the streets
of King's Landing.
And Jaehaera?
Her room is guarded.
If she were to cry out, even once
- then that would be the end.
- I will not leave her.
The road ahead will not be safe for her.
Here, she has nursemaids
to care for her,
and and Rhaenyra
will will not harm her.
Her rivals would never
raise a girl up to rule, and
and it it might be prudent,
in fact, for the queen
to take the child to ward.
We may even be able to
to send for her one day.
[SIGHS]
You look away when you lie.
[ALICENT STAMMERING]
[BAELA] It has been days
since Vhagar was here.
She feeds, then eludes us.
We have traversed the Trident
50 times in the last fortnight.
For now, we must rest.
Could Aemond be crossing
into the Westerlands to hide?
The Lannisters are allies,
and there are caves and crannies
aplenty in those mountains.
And I'll be pleased
to explore them with you
when you've had a sleep and a meal.
- He may be moving by night
- Baela!
[DRAGON SCREECHING]
- My lady.
- It is well enough for you.
The queen sees you as her talisman,
a sign from the gods, but I
It wasn't your fault.
She won't look at me.
And I cannot say I blame her.
The truth is, Addam, I wanted to go.
I saw myself a hero.
Turning the tide
of a great battle and
proving my worth to the realm.
I have the same desire, as do others.
It is pride, and I am punished for it.
[DRAGON BELLOWING]
My future was ordained.
I was one day to be queen.
My path lay straight before me,
and now
Your path has vanished.
Though it has been replaced, perhaps.
By an adventure.
I'll be married off, likely enough,
to some ancient,
self-regarding lord in Pyke,
with enough hoarded gold
to pay Rhaenyra's debts.
And then, I'll come and find you.
And we'll fly to exile.
But only if we eat first.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[DRAGON GROWLING]
Vhagar!
She's gone.
No.
No, no, she will not abandon me.
I know only that she flew in the night
and I did not see where.
Maybe she was afraid.
Am I a prisoner?
[GROANING SOFTLY]
[DRAGON GROWLING]
[DRAGON BELLOWING]
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
No.
[PANTING]
Without her, I'm nothing.
- You are mistaken.
- I must find her.
And how will you do that
if the dragon has fled?
The queen hunts her as well.
The queen?
I told you, King's Landing has fallen.
I thought I dreamed it.
Aegon?
The queen says he's dead.
And that you killed him.
Though I do not know
how much of that to believe.
He is dead because
he will not let me be.
He
he tormented me.
My childhood
I worshiped him.
And yet our mother
Sometimes
the child that grieves her
is the one a mother loves best.
Hm?
Who are you?
One that has been grieved.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Go on.
Say it.
My dragon is dead.
I'm a pathetic cripple.
And there is no possible scenario
in which I make it to Wendish Town
to kill my stupid fucking brother.
Now as you should say, should we
should we return to the camp,
Your Grace?
I do not care to be
discovered here unguarded,
and less so when darkness falls.
He was Cole's little pet,
do you remember?
A prodigy with the sword.
Father withdrew me from
the tournaments, of course.
Can't even remember the pretext anymore.
Probably just afraid
that I'd fall off my horse.
So, I had to sit and applaud him.
Aemond the champion.
And such a quick student.
Fucking fluent in High Valyrian.
[SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN]
I'm sure he thought
I was a terrible king,
but what I could have been if I was
[BANGING]
given his fucking advantages.
And Mother indulged him.
She loved him more, is the truth of it.
Poor darling Aemond
and his scabby little eye.
And now he's killed me,
and the whole fucking realm knows it.
- I must say, Your Grace.
- What?
All this time we've been together
from the moment
you were injured, in fact,
flying drunk into a battle
to which you were not invited
you've done nothing but whinge
and self-flagellate with a tenacity
I find astonishing.
You, who had every advantage in life.
You, who had every chance to shine.
Firstborn son, prince of the realm,
the finest tutors, the finest knights
instructing you in the sword.
A dragon so beautiful,
they named him after the sun itself.
You could have risen to greatness.
But instead, you trampled
your birthright in the mud.
You lazed
reveling in mediocrity
fucking anything in sight
and drinking yourself
into oblivion with
your sycophantic friends.
I will tell you the truth.
You were a terrible king.
But worse than that
you are a terrible man.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[DAEMON LAUGHING]
- Don't.
- [DAEMON SIGHS]
They said you were here.
I thought there was some mistake.
They require of me, perhaps,
just some show of deference, or regard.
- The people or the Seven?
- Both.
There can be no harm in it,
at the least. You could try it.
[DOOR OPENS]
Four of my men lie dead.
Six, if you count the two
from yesterday.
All gold cloaks,
all killed in the same way.
Throats cut.
[SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN]
[SEPTONS CHANTING]
You are tired.
You hear the wind
in these vaulted towers
and imagine their omens
when there are none.
Hm? These are men only.
- Nothing more.
- Then why can't you find them?
You are more than this.
[GWAYNE] This costs us precious time.
[CRISTON] That is no doubt their goal.
They knew we would leave the road
when we abandoned our mounts.
This land may be theirs,
but even they could not cause thorns
and brambles to spring
from the earth in our path.
And men are talking of desertion.
Ser Criston. Friend.
They see no sense in continuing
with this plan and to speak truth,
nor do I. We grow weak.
- Stoney Sept still lies far ahead.
- Mm.
If we leave the track here
cut straight through the
lowlands toward the crossing,
we may yet still gain a
day or two over Tully's host.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
Just hire the fucking ship.
[MAN] What ship might that be?
Seven hells.
[DOOR OPENS]
[WHISPERING] He's gone.
My lady, be quick.
You said the nurse
would meet us with Jaehaera.
And so she will, at the other end.
- Where?
- Come, now. Quickly.
Did you imagine I wouldn't be watching?
[SIGHS]
So it is she who is with child.
An inconvenient heir.
There is no need for Rhaenyra
to hear of what transpired tonight.
I will keep no more secrets
from the queen.
And what will be the result
if you tell her?
We are already at her mercy.
In but a short time, Helaena's
condition will make itself known,
as these things cannot help but do.
It is not for me to decide.
- [DOOR OPENS]
- I heard tell of the White Worm.
[CAT MEWING]
Years ago.
She dealt in secrets and extortion,
and I knew men who feared her.
She had the cunning to play all sides,
not just lapdog to the queen.
These are rich words
in the mouth of a Hightower.
I simply urge you to think of yourself.
There is good in Rhaenyra, but
the crown is a weight that crushes.
Rhaenyra will do in the end
what she has to do,
and what she has to do will be dire.
There is only one who can walk
that path with her,
and she chose him long ago.
She knows what Daemon is.
They have ever been
two sides of a coin
as much as she may deny it.
Her attentions may be on you now,
that you bathe in the warm light
of her gaze, but
will you stake so high a wager
on the whims of a dragonrider?
[HELAENA] I want to go out.
- Not now, dearest.
- Yes.
I need to see the moon.
The window will have to do.
Speak, and you serve no one,
you gain the queen no advantage.
But if you say nothing, no harm is done.
You earn yourself favor
with the Hightowers
if a time should come
when you have need of it.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIGHS]
He tried to stay awake
for you, Your Grace.
[KNIGHT] Come on, keep moving!
Keep moving now!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Forward.
Leave him! Leave him where he fell.
[THUNDER CONTINUES RUMBLING]
[GRUNTING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]
♪♪
[WIND WHOOSHING]
[GRUNTING]
Where is he?
Aemond One-Eye. We know he's been here.
Good ser, this has become tiresome.
I'm of a mind to send a message
to the queen myself.
He's not here.
- He has never been here.
- [SELLSWORD] She's lying.
I've heard about you, witch.
She's no witch. She's an imbecile.
Cast out and wandering.
Touched in the head.
Though not in the cunny
for too long, I think.
Will you speak to me thus
in the very shadow of my fortress?
It's been weeks since I've had a woman.
I'm going to fuck you
and make you my salt wife.
[GRUNTING]
[OTHERS CHUCKLE]
[GASPS]
[GASPS]
Ah! [GRUNTING]
[EXCLAIMING]
- [FLESH SQUELCHING]
- [GROANING]
- [THUD]
- [GRUNTING]
- [FLESH SQUELCHING]
- [GASPING]
[PANTING]
Seems you've taken a turn
for the better.
[CROWD CLAMORING]
[LARYS] In Essos,
we can secrete His Grace
until the time is right for his return.
But we are watched now.
We can linger here no longer.
You risk his safety
merely by speaking
An ocean passage beset
by pirates, and dragons,
and storms, and then what?
Eating dates and incense while
Westeros is reduced to ash?
His Grace is in no state to fight.
Neither would he tolerate
the Braavosi heat.
- The monkeys alone
- You surprise me, Lannister.
Such a distaste for the foreign.
[TYLAND] I have lived with these people.
Do you forget? I've eaten with them,
fought with them, shared
everything with them, even their
Yes?
I know what they are.
In Braavos, I have prepared
the means for us
to live in a manner as befits His Grace.
- We can ascertain
- He is the king, Larys.
Not some chip for you to hold
until such time as benefits you.
- I have men riding with me
- Sellswords.
Cheaply bought, by the look of them.
We need only bring him to Lannisport,
where he will be sheltered.
From there, we may summon and
command what strength remains to us.
Yes, no doubt it would be
the making of the Lannisters
to declare Casterly Rock
the new seat of the king.
Do you think even now
of your own advancement?
Oh, begging your pardon,
most selfless of servants.
I was only risking my life
at sea for our common cause.
Gregor, is it?
It seems I missed the salient moment
when His Grace made you Hand.
- [BLADE STABBING]
- [GRUNTING]
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
You may call me "Your Grace."
- [FLESH SQUELCHING]
- [GROANING]
[METAL CLANGING]
There is an evil spirit afoot.
This is no man, I tell you.
Do not shame yourself, Ned.
We're knights, not infants.
But we will find these cravens
and make a grim example of them.
We are hunters. Not prey.
- Hunters get paid.
- It's not safe out there!
[GOLD CLOAKS SHOUTING]
[DAEMON] Enough.
You and I are the protectors and keepers
of the greatest Citadel
in all of Westeros.
The governing seat of a mighty realm.
Without the City Watch, without us
these streets would echo
with the cries of insurrection.
The alleys of King's Landing would boil
with corruption and depravity.
I look to you now to uphold your vows
to the city and to the throne.
Trust in your queen, and I pledge you,
you will be repaid twice over
for the sacrifices you make now.
[ALL AGREEING]
And in the years to come,
as Dorne finally bends the knee
[ALL CHEERING]
as Rhaenyra's great empire grows
and the Seven Kingdoms become Nine,
become Twelve, become the new Valyria.
- [ALL CHEERING]
- When I return with wagons
spilling over with silks and silver,
- who will be the first
- [MEN SHOUTING]
to celebrate in the spoils
of conquest?
- [ALL] We will!
- [SHOUTING CONTINUES]
Groups of three and four!
No man walks alone.
Woodgard, Owtram,
you oversee the market square.
[MEN CHATTERING]
It seems the Lord of Flea Bottom
has not been altogether forgotten.
We've apprehended someone, Your Grace.
At River Row.
Then he will be the first to be repaid.
Fall in!
Stoney Sept beyond the rise!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
What is it?
The Rivermen have crossed.
And burned the bridge behind them.
We can no longer delay their march.
[PANTING, SNIFFLING]
So we failed.
- [MAN SCREAMING]
- [FLESH SQUELCHING]
[SCREAMING CONTINUES]
[MAN WAILING]
[BLADE SCRAPING]
[GASPS]
How many others?
Who was with you?
[PANICKED BREATHING]
I was the only one. I swear it.
- I acted alone.
- Under whose instruction?
I never saw his face, I told you.
The tongue or the eye?
[PANICKED BREATHING CONTINUES]
- The eye.
- [YELPING]
It was the king, he said! Please!
He said it was the king's work
I was to be about.
It was Aegon then.
No.
L-Look.
[FEET THUDDING]
In my boot.
Compliments of King
Daeron Targaryen, he said.
For killing traitors to his throne.
- [SWORD UNSHEATHING]
- No!
No! No! Please!
[SCREAMING]
[GWAYNE] There's none who
may say that you did not give
your best effort.
Perhaps this is the best
we could have hoped for.
We've made our mark
and returned alive
[SNIFFLING]
to Tumbleton, perhaps
to find out what Ormund has planned.
I thank you for your offer, Ser Gwayne.
But my path is set before me.
[CLEARING THROAT] -And what is
what is that path?
We'll raft the river.
- Or swim it.
- [SCOFFS]
It was one thing to obstruct them,
Ser Criston, but
you must see they've gained
the advantage.
What more can we do?
We will join them
in battle.
Face them head on.
We have half the men
that we set out with.
There are 200 Rivermen
for every one of us.
That you
It would march us towards certain death.
- [SWORDS THWACKING]
- [FOLIAGE RUSTLING]
[BIRDSONG]
This was your goal, wasn't it?
All along.
Our fate was always assured, Ser Gwayne.
When we set out, we were doomed
to death and defeat.
I have offered you sanctuary.
[SNIFFLING]
Or at least the hope of one.
You have offered me
service to your house.
I am grateful.
But I have I have been
a servant all my life.
To green or to black.
I have defined myself by oaths
through unyielding devotion.
And the highborn have made much of me
while it pleased them to do so.
But I will not let them diminish me now.
I will not return spurned
rejected.
I am the realm's greatest warrior.
And I will die as such.
Clear-eyed.
Unbent.
Glorious in battle.
And not in their service, finally.
But in my own.
And they will sing songs of it.
And Queen Alicent herself
will hear them.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
The plan is to rebuild
the fleet at Driftmark,
but it will take time.
The Velaryon resources are diminished.
A condition with which
I am all too familiar.
The king consort, Your Grace.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
My prince.
[DAEMON] The price of our humiliation.
- [RHAENYRA] What is this?
- [DAEMON] Who is this.
Young Daeron Targaryen.
Ormund has declared him king.
We should have burned them
when we had the chance.
[CRISTON] We have endured much.
Suffered much.
This I know.
And though we languish now
in the darkness
we will not lose heart.
[CAT MEWING]
Come to bed.
[CAT MEWING]
She hears something.
[MEWING CONTINUES]
[CRISTON] The Seven
watch over us even now.
[FLAME FLICKERING]
[WIND WHISTLING]
Look.
[CRISTON] Let the
Maiden grant us vision.
For the way ahead is blessed.
- [GRUNTING]
- [CREAKING]
[THUD]
[GASPS LIGHTLY]
Let the Warrior lend us his sword
that we do not falter in our resolve.
And the Smith
[SOFTLY] Let's go.
Let the Smith bless us
with his strength.
The Crone lights our way.
Ours is the path of righteousness.
Ser Luthor?
Careful.
[CRISTON] The Mother gives her comfort.
The Father, his protection.
No. No, it's blocked.
[WHISPERING] We have to go back.
There is no way back, the door is shut!
[RATS SQUEAKING]
[CAT MEWING]
- [HISSING]
- [GASPS]
No, no, no, no, no! No!
[CRISTON] And the Stranger
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
The Stranger offers us rest.
[SOFT, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]