Game of Thrones

Where you gonna go?

South.

What you gonna do?

Get warm.

I was with you at Hardhome.

We saw what's out there.

We know it's coming here.

How can you leave us now?

I did everything I could. You know...

You swore a vow.

Aye, I pledged my life to the Night's Watch. I gave my life.

For all nights to come.

They killed me, Edd, my own brothers!

You want me to stay here after that?

Riders approaching!

Open the gate!

This is good soup.

Do you remember those kidney pies Old Nan used to make?

- With the peas and onions? - Mmm.

We never should have left Winterfell.

Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left?

I want to scream at myself, "Don't go, you idiot."

How could we know?

I spent a lot of time thinking about what an ass I was to you.

I wish I could change everything.

We were children.

I was awful, just admit it.

You were occasionally awful.

I'm sure I can't have been great fun.

Always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played.

- Can you forgive me? - There's nothing to forgive.

- Forgive me. - All right.

All right, I forgive you.

You'd think after thousands of years,

the Night's Watch would have learned how to make a good ale.

Mmm.

Where will you go?

Where will we go?

If I don't watch over you, Father's ghost will come back and murder me.

Where will we go?

I can't stay here, not after what happened.

There's only one place we can go.

Home.

Well, should we tell the Boltons to pack up and leave?

We'll take it back from them.

I don't have an army.

How many wildlings did you save?

They didn't come here to serve me.

They owe you their lives.

You think they'll be safe here if Roose Bolton remains Warden of the North?

- Sansa. - Winterfell is our home.

It's ours.

And Arya's and Bran's and Rickon's.

Wherever they are, it belongs to our family. We have to fight for it.

I'm tired of fighting.

It's all I've done since I left home.

I've killed brothers of the Night's Watch.

I've killed wildlings. I've killed men that I admire.

I hanged a boy younger than Bran.

I fought

and I lost.

If we don't take back the North, we'll never be safe.

I want you to help me.

But I'll do it myself if I have to.

My lady.

Ser Davos.

Will you stay here at Castle Black?

I will do as Jon Snow commands.

You serve Jon Snow now?

He's the Prince That Was Promised.

Forgive me, my lady, I had thought that was Stannis.

What happened down there?

There was a battle. Stannis was defeated.

And Shireen?

What happened to the princess?

I saw what happened.

I saw Stannis' forces defeated in the field.

- My lady, I'm Ser Davos Seaworth. - We've met before.

I was Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon.

Before Renly was assassinated with blood magic.

That's in the past now.

Yes, it's in the past.

It doesn't mean I forget.

Or forgive.

He admitted it, you know.

Who did?

Stannis.

Just before I executed him.

The Defender of the Vale!

Uncle Petyr!

My lord.

Come and see.

I missed your name day. Go on.

A falcon!

A gyrfalcon.

Greatest and rarest of birds.

Last time I saw you, Baelish,

you told me you were taking Sansa Stark home with you to the Fingers.

Indeed I was.

And yet, not long ago,

we received reports that she has been married to Ramsay Bolton in Winterfell.

On our way to the Fingers, we were set upon by a large force of Bolton men.

Seemed to know exactly when we were traveling

and exactly whom we were transporting.

Do you take me for a fool?

Tell me, Lord Royce,

how many people knew of my travel plans with Sansa Stark?

I shared my intentions with you and no one else.

Slander a man in his own home,

you might find yourself crossing swords with him.

Your home is the Vale.

The Lord of the Vale stands before us.

And only his judgment concerns me.

Should we throw him through the Moon Door?

My lord.

My lord, I have always been faithful to House Arryn.

To your father, to your mother, and now to you.

Do you believe him, Uncle Petyr?

Lord Royce has served the Vale well.

He's enjoyed a distinguished military career.

If we could trust his absolute loyalty,

he would make a capable commander in the wars to come.

You can trust my absolute loyalty, my lord.

I think he deserves one more chance. What do you say?

Fine.

I bring good news.

My friends in the North tell me Sansa has escaped Winterfell.

I expect she's headed to Castle Black where her brother serves as Lord Commander.

But she won't be safe there.

Not with the Boltons after her.

She's my cousin.

We should help her.

That was my instinct as well.

Our lord has spoken.

Gather the Knights of the Vale.

The time has come to join the fray.

You invite the enemy into our city.

I did.

As a clever man once told me,

"We make peace with our enemies, not our friends."

I don't make peace with the queen's enemies. I kill the queen's enemies.

Yes, that's the military approach.

And how has that worked here in Meereen?

I represent the diplomatic approach.

Our queen tried to make peace with the Masters, and they tried to murder her.

We enter these negotiations with open eyes.

Trust me.

My own recent experience with slavery has taught me the horrors of that institution.

How many days were you a slave?

Long enough to know.

Not long enough to understand.

I bought this dwarf for a single gold honor.

And somehow, you've risen to the top of the Great Pyramid of Meereen.

It's most impressive.

And now you speak for the Good Masters of Astapor.

Here's to reversals of fortune.

We came here to meet the queen,

and instead we're greeted by a dwarf and a eunuch.

Let's make this simple, shall we?

Tell me what you want.

We want you to leave Slaver's Bay.

Take your dragons and your mercenaries and go.

Queen Daenerys won't stay in Meereen forever.

Her path takes her westward.

When we last met, I offered her ships,

so she could return to Westeros where she belongs.

She refused them.

She refused them because hundreds of thousands

of men, women and children still lived in chains.

As they have since the dawn of time.

Not anymore.

Oh, you think you're a free man now?

You still follow orders.

Just because your master has silver hair and tits doesn't mean she's not a master.

Friends, friends. Friends.

Please.

There have always been those with wealth and power and those with nothing.

That is the way of the world. I'm not here to change the way of the world.

Slavery is the way of our world.

You don't need slaves to make money.

There haven't been slaves in Westeros for hundreds of years,

and I grew up richer than any of you.

But our queen recognizes that she erred

by abolishing slavery without providing a new system to replace it.

So, here is the queen's proposal.

Slavery will never return to Meereen,

but she will give the other cities of Slaver's Bay

time to adjust to the new order.

What does that mean?

Instead of abolishing slavery overnight,

we will give you seven years to end the practice.

Slaveholders will be compensated for their losses, of course, at fair prices.

In exchange, you will cut off your support for the Sons of the Harpy.

We do not support the Sons of the Harpy.

Fine, fine, but you will cut it off all the same.

I do hope you accept, my friends.

You will not receive a better offer.

Let us sail on the tide of freedom

instead of being drowned by it.

And as a parting gift to our honored guests.