Game of Thrones

Yes?

For you, my lady.

How far is Mole's Town?

Sansa.

Lady Brienne.

When I heard you had escaped Winterfell, I feared the worst.

You have no idea how happy I am to see you unharmed.

"Unharmed"?

What are you doing here?

I rode north with the Knights of the Vale to come to your aid.

They're encamped at Moat Cailin as we speak.

To come to my aid?

Did you know about Ramsay?

If you didn't know, you're an idiot. If you did know, you're my enemy.

Would you like to hear about our wedding night?

He never hurt my face.

He needed my face, the face of Ned Stark's daughter.

But the rest of me,

he did what he liked with the rest of me

as long as I could still give him an heir.

What do you think he did?

- I can't begin to contemplate... - What do you think he did to me?

Lady Sansa asked you a question.

- He beat you. - Yes, he enjoyed that.

What else do you think he did?

- Sansa, I... - What else?

Did he cut you?

Maybe you did know about Ramsay all along.

I didn't know.

I thought you knew everyone's secrets.

I made a mistake, a horrible mistake.

I underestimated a stranger.

The other things he did,

ladies aren't supposed to talk about those things,

but I imagine brothel keepers talk about them all the time.

I can still feel it.

I don't mean in my tender heart it still pains me so.

I can still feel what he did in my body standing here right now.

I'm so sorry.

You said you would protect me.

And I Will.

You must believe me when I tell you that I will.

I don't believe you anymore.

I don't need you anymore. You can't protect me.

You won't even be able to protect yourself if I tell Brienne to cut you down.

And why shouldn't I?

Do you want me to beg for my life?

If that's what you want, I will.

Whatever you ask that is in my power, I will do.

What if I want you to die here and now?

Then I will die.

You freed me from the monsters who murdered my family,

and you gave me to other monsters who murdered my family.

Go back to Moat Cailin.

My brother and I will take back the North on our own.

I never want to see you again.

I would do anything to undo what's been done to you.

I know that I can't.

Will you allow me to say one more thing before I go?

Your great-uncle Brynden the Blackfish

has gathered what remains of the Tully forces and retaken Riverrun.

You might consider seeking him out.

The time may come when you need an army loyal to you.

I have an army.

Your brother's army.

Half-brother.

You're not ready.

You should go home before it's too late.

You'll never be one of us, Lady Stark.

She has a point.

None of the first Faceless Men were born to lords and ladies.

They began as slaves in the mines of Valyria.

Who was the first?

He was no one.

The Many-Faced God taught him how to shed his face

and how to give the gift.

The man taught others in exchange for their service.

Many served, many more gifts were given.

Soon all the masters and overseers were gone and the Faceless Men fled.

Where did they go?

Here.

They founded the Free City of Braavos and built this house.

These were the faces they wore in life

when they were not wearing others.

The first Faceless Men.

And now a girl is one of them, if a girl desires.

A girl has no desires.

Who?

An actress who calls herself Lady Crane.

She performs at the theater in Sheelba Square.

A girl has been given a second chance.

There will not be a third.

One way or another, a face will be added to the hall.

Murdered by a boar.

The great big hairy whore.

He dug in his tusks, and dug out my guts,

and soon I am no more.

Come, Father, in bed you must lie.

I love you, Father. Please don't die.

Shut up, you swine! Cersei, more wine.

I feel the winds of winter as they lick across the land.

And our son alone on that cold, cold throne

without a guiding hand.

Who will teach him strength? Who will teach him grace?

To whom will he turn when it's time to learn to look darkness in the face?

Ned Stark will do fine. Now, bring me more wine.

Ooh... What's happened here, then?

He brought you here, Ned Stark, 'cause you're the brightest fellow in the land.

You should be king of us all

and I should be your Hand.

We men of the North are right good hands at keeping people lawful.

I'd ask him for permission, but he smells too bloody awful.

I die. I die.

And here, I now must lie.

Oh, woe. Oh, no...

Oh, I am about to go.

Will you stay on as Joffrey's Hand?

The Iron Throne's what I demand.

- You cannot. - I can.

- You will not. - I will.

- You dare not. - I dare yes.

The line of succession.

What's that mean?

- The proper progression. - What's that mean?

- The lawful ascension. - What's that mean?

So move along, give me my chair

and there won't be no more trouble.

But we had a deal all done and dusted.

I'm starting to think you can't be trusted.

Save my father.

Truly you should. Killing the man will do you no good.

- Save him, please. - Show him mercy.

Show the people what a good king should be.

Good people, you may all relax.

My father's friend shall be spared the...

Father! No!

Father...

Worry not, all is well.

I have here a decree

from my father Tywin Lannister, the richest man you'll see.

He proclaims me Hand of the King.

The position's mine for life.

And he's given me permission to take

Sansa as my wife.

You'll learn that what I lack in height, I make up for in appetite.

So let's forget about your plight, and go rehearse our wedding night.

It's a wart. Two warts.

I've got two fucking warts on my cock.

Well, don't worry, love. They usually go away in five or six years.

Oh. Wash this, darling. It stinks of me.

You can do better, Bianca, dear. You must do.

I had two lines.

There are no small parts. You rang very false.

I rang very false?

What you need, love, is for someone to ring you true.

You weren't complaining about me last night.

May I get you some wine, Lady Crane?

I'm a rum girl, Bobono.

You need to know that if we're going to be intimate.

- Of course we're going to be intimate. -It's only a matter of time.

To our children.

May they have your talent.

And your filthy mind.

A girl will poison the rum.

Lady Crane is the only one who drinks it.

If a girl could use one of the faces from the hall...

A girl is not ready.

She's a good actress.

So a man has heard.

Seems like a decent woman.

Does death only come for the wicked and leave the decent behind?

No.

Who wants her dead?

That does not matter. The price was paid.

The younger actress.

She's jealous because Lady Crane is better.

A girl must decide if she wants to serve the Many-Faced God.

A girl has decided.

A servant does not ask questions.

No! No! No!

It was you.

You made the White Walkers.

We were at war.

We were being slaughtered.

Our sacred trees cut down.

We needed to defend ourselves.

From whom?

From you.

From men.

We speak in the presence of the Drowned God.

In his name we gather today to choose a new king as our leader.

Who makes a claim?

I am Yara Greyjoy,

daughter of Balon Greyjoy, King of the Iron Islands.

I claim the Salt Throne.

We've never had a queen. Not once.

There are many things we've never done.

We've never made our mark upon the world.

The great lords of Westeros pay us no mind

until our little raids buzz through their kingdoms