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Game of Thrones

"What Is Dead May Never Die"




CRASTER crashes though the door and throws JON on the floor. JEOR and the Night's Watch leap to their feet.

CRASTER: Out, all of you. This bast*rd's been meddling where he shouldn't! I want you and your men gone. And you will make this right.

JON spits.

JEOR: Wait outside.

JON: Lord Commander

JEOR: Now!

Jon leaves.


Jeor strides through camp until he finds Jon and Sam.

SAM: Lord Commander

JEOR: Leave us.

SAM leaves

JEOR: What did you do?

JON: I followed him. He took the baby into the woods, the newborn.

JEOR: What business is that of yours?

JON: No, you don't understand. He's killing them, all the boys.

JEOR stares back mutely.

JON: You know.

JEOR: Wildlings serve crueler gods than you or I. Those boys are Craster's offerings.

JON: Offerings? He's murdering his own children. He's a monster.

JEOR: Aye, many a time that monster has been the difference between life and death for our rangers, your uncle among them. We have other wars to fight out there. Like it or not, we need men like Craster.

JON: I saw it. I saw something take that child.

JEOR: Yeah. Whatever it was, I daresay you'll see it again. Now, ready my horse. We leave at dawn.

JEOR hands JON his sword.

JEOR: Don't lose it again.

EXT: CRASTER'S KEEP the next morning

SAM arranges some crates. GILLY walks by and SAM follows her.

SAM: Gilly.

GILLY: You're leaving.

SAM: I I wanted to give you something. It belonged to my mother.

GILLY: I can't take it.

SAM: Please. I want you to. My mother used it for sewing. She'd let me sit with her in her chamber while she sewed and I'd read to her. My father put a stop to it when he found out. It's the only thing I have of hers. She gave it to me before I left for the Wall.

GILLY: You You shouldn't give it away.

SAM: I'm not giving it away. I'm giving it to you. Keep it safe for me. Till I come back.

Gilly takes the thimble, grabs her basket and flees. Sam smiles.


EXT: Winterfell.

The day begins in Winterfell. Maester Luwin encounters Hodor.

HODOR: Hodor

LUWIN: Hodor. Rouse Bran, will you? It's time for his lessons.

INT: Winterfell.

Bran wakes from a dream to find Hodor and Summer in his room.

BRAN: Every night it's the same. I'm walking and running, but I'm not I'm not me. I'm running through the godswood, sniffing the dirt, tasting blood in my mouth when I've made a fresh kill, howling. Old Nan used to tell me stories about magical people who could live inside stags, birds, wolves.

LUWIN: That's exactly what they are, Bran, - stories.

BRAN: So she was lying? They don't exist?

LUWIN: Well, they may have done. But they're gone from the world, along with much else. These are dreams, Bran, nothing more.

BRAN: No, my dreams are different. Mine are true. I dreamt of my father dying. And Rickon had the same dream.

LUWIN: What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? Hmm? Right.

Luwin shows his chain to Bran.

LUWIN: This link is made of Valyrian steel. Only one maester in 100 wears it on his chain. It signifies that I have studied the higher mysteries. And all who study these mysteries try their hand at spells. I was no different. I was young. And what boy doesn't secretly wish for hidden powers to lift him out of his dull life into a special one? But in the end, for all my efforts, I got no more out of it than a thousand boys before me. Come on.

LUWIN tucks BRAN into bed.

LUWIN: All right. Maybe magic once was a mighty force in the world. But not anymore. The dragons are gone. The giants are dead. And the Children of the Forest forgotten.


EXT: Renly's war camp

An exhibition fight between two armored knights (actually LORAS and BRIENNE) ensues, with RENLY and MARGAERY watching on. CATELYN and COLEN OF GREENPOOLS enter and watch from among the crowd. LORAS lands a solid blow.

MARGAERY: Loras! Highgarden!

MAN: Get him!

BRIENNE lifts LORAS and takes him to the ground, then draws a dagger to his face. MARGAERY stands nervously.


LORAS: Yield! I yield.

MARGAERY sits, disappointed.

RENLY: Well fought. Approach.

BRIENNE approaches first and kneels while LORAS looks on.

RENLY: Rise. Remove your helm.

BRIENNE removes her helm to reveal her identity to the crowd.

RENLY: You are all your father promised and more, my lady. I've seen Ser Loras bested once or twice, but never quite in that fashion.

MARGAERY: Now, now, my love. My brother fought valiantly for you.

RENLY: That he did, my queen. But there can only be one champion. Brienne of Tarth, you may ask anything of me you desire. If it is within my power, it is yours.

BRIENNE: Your Grace, I ask the honor of a place in your Kingsguard.

RENLY: What?

The crowd gasps.

BRIENNE: I will be one of your seven, pledge my life to yours, and keep you safe from all harm.

RENLY: Done. Rise, Brienne of the Kingsguard.

The crowd applauds.

COLEN: Your Grace, I have the honor to bring you Lady Catelyn Stark, sent as an envoy by her son Robb, Lord of Winterfell.

CATELYN: Lord of Winterfell and King in the North.

RENLY: Lady Catelyn. I'm pleased to see you. May I present my wife, Margaery of House Tyrell?

MARGAERY: You are very welcome here, Lady Stark. I'm so sorry for your loss.

CATELYN: You are most kind.

RENLY: My lady, I swear to you I will see the Lannisters answer for your husband's murder. When I take King's Landing, I'll bring you Joffrey's head.

The crowd roars and Renly looks uncomfortable.

CATELYN: It will be enough to know that justice was done, my lord. Your Grace.

BRIENNE: And you should kneel when you approach the King.

RENLY: There's no need for that. Lady Stark is an honored guest.

LORAS: Has your son marched against Tywin Lannister yet?

CATELYN: I do not sit on my son's war councils. And if I did, I would not share his strategies with you.

LORAS: If Robb Stark wants a pact with us, he should come himself, not hide behind his mother's skirts.

CATELYN: My son is fighting a war, not playing at one.

Renly chuckles, stands and walks to Catelyn.

RENLY: Don't worry, my lady. Our war is just beginning.

EXT: Renly's war camp

Renly and Catelyn walk side by side, with Brienne behind them. They encounter a man with a horse

GERARD: Your Grace.

RENLY: Gerard. How's your foot?

GERARD: Better, Your Grace. They don't know their own size is all.

RENLY: Good man.

They continue walking.

RENLY: I have 100,000 men at my command. All the might of the Stormlands and the Reach.

CATELYN: And all of them young and bold like your Knight of Flowers? It's a game to you, isn't it? I pity them.


CATELYN: Because it won't last. Because they are the knights of summer and winter is coming.

RENLY: Brienne, escort Lady Catelyn to her tent. She's tired from her journey.

BRIENNE: At once, Your Grace. Shall I return after?

RENLY: That won't be necessary. I would pray awhile. Alone.

Renly departs. Brienne and Catelyn continue together.

BRIENNE: If you'll follow me, my lady.

CATELYN: You fought bravely today, Lady Brienne.

BRIENNE: I fought for my king. Soon I'll fight for him on the battlefield. Die for him if I must. And, if it please you, Brienne's enough. I'm no lady.


INT: Throne room

Theon looks around the throne room. Yara appears from the shadows behind him.

THEON: What are you doing here?

YARA:I live here. Are you angry with me, brother?

THEON: You lying b*tch.

YARA: It's not my fault you didn't recognize me.

THEON: Recognize you? How could I? The last time I saw you you looked like a fat little boy.

YARA: You were a fat little boy, too, but I recognized you.

THEON: Why didn't you tell me?

YARA: I wanted to see who you were first. And I did.

Balon enters.

BALON: The plans are made. It's time you heard them.

YARA: Father.

THEON: Father.

The look over a map of Westeros.

BALON: The wolf pup has gone south with the entirety of the Northern army at his back. While he's tangling with the lion in the Westerlands, the North is ripe for the taking. The ironborn will reave and pillage, as it was in the old days, all along the northern coast. We'll spread our dominion across the green lands, securing the Neck and everything above. Every stronghold will yield to us, one by one. Winterfell may defy us for a year, but what of it? The rest shall be ours, forest, field, and hall. Yara, my daughter, you'll take 30 longships to attack Deepwood Motte.

YARA: I've always wanted a castle.

THEON: And what's my role in all this?

BALON: You'll take a ship to raid the fishing villages on the Stoney Shore.

THEON: A ship? You give her 30 and I get one?

YARA:The Sea b*tch. We thought she'd be perfect for you.

THEON: I'm to fight fishermen?

YARA: Be careful of their nets.

THEON: Father, I fought with Robb Stark. I know his men. He won't give up the North so easily.

YARA: They won't even know we're there - until it's too late.

THEON: What do you know of it, woman? I'm a proven warrior.

BALON: Your brothers were warriors, both of them dead at the hands of those you seem so eager to protect.

THEON: I'm not protecting anyone. I just wonder if it's not wiser to wait. Why risk going against the North if they would be our allies? Rise up against them and they could destroy us. But if we pledge fealty to them, they'll give us Casterly Rock.

BALON: What are our words? Our words?

THEON: We do not sow.

BALON: We do not sow. We are ironborn. We're not subjects. We're not slaves. We do not plow the fields or toil in the mine. We take what is ours. Your time with the wolves has made you weak.

THEON: You act as if I volunteered to go. You gave me away, if you remember. The day you bent the knee to Robert Baratheon. After he crushed you. Did you take what was yours then?

BALON slaps THEON, who falls back.

THEON: You gave me away! Your boy! Your last boy! You gave me away like I was some dog you didn't want anymore. And now you curse me because I've come home.

BALON exits.

YARA: You'd have our father bow down to your other family?

THEON: I have no other family.

YARA: Don't you? Make your choice, Theon, and do it quickly. Our ships sail with or without you.

Yara leaves.


INT: Tyrion's Chambers

Shae paces while Tyrion reads some parchment.

SHAE: You won't let me leave this room. You won't let me -

TYRION: Keep your voice down.

SHAE: Why? You think your father can hear me? He's 300 miles away!

TYRION: I don't intend for you to stay here. I might be able to bring you into the castle kitchens. Again, only temporary.

SHAE: Every man who has tasted my cooking has told me what a good whore I am.

TYRION: But you wouldn't be a cook. You'd pose as a scullion.

SHAE: Scullion? What is a scullion?

TYRION: Kitchen wench.

SHAE: A kitchen wench?

TYRION: Yes, but

SHAE: Cleaning pots? Is that how my lion wants to see me?

TYRION: Your lion wants to see you alive. We've come to a dangerous place. My sister wants to hurt me. She'll look for any weakness she can find. She can't know about you.

SHAE: I'm the weakness?

TYRION: It's a compliment, my lady.

SHAE: How is being a weakness a compliment?

TYRION: Language can be a bit tricky here.

SHAE: Oh. I'm too stupid to understand. The stupid foreign girl. I am not a kitchen wench.

Shae strides away from Tyrion. Tyrion looks down, exasperated.

INT: Dining Hall

Cersei dines awkwardly with Sansa, Tommen and Myrcella.

MYRCELLA: When will Joffrey and Sansa be married?

CERSEI: Soon, darling, when the war is over.

MYRCELLA: Mother says I'll have a new gown for the ceremony and another for the feast. But yours will be ivory, since you're the bride.

CERSEI: The princess just spoke to you.

SANSA: Pardon, Your Grace. I'm sure your dress will be beautiful, Myrcella. I'm counting the days until the fighting is done and I can pledge my love to the King in sight of the gods.

TOMMEN: Is Joffrey going to kill Sansa's brother?

CERSEI: He might. Would you like that?

TOMMEN: No. I don't think so.

CERSEI: Even if he does, Sansa will do her duty. Won't you, little dove?

Sansa looks dejected.

INT: Sansa's chambers at night.

Sansa continues to look dejected, this time into her mirror. There is a knock at the door.

SANSA: Come in.

Shae enters.

SANSA: Who are you?

SHAE: I'm Shae, My Lady. Your new handmaiden.

SANSA: I didn't know I needed a new handmaiden. You're not from here.


They pause.

SANSA: What are you doing?

SHAE: Waiting for you to tell me what to do.

SANSA: I shouldn't have to tell you to do things. You should just do them.

SHAE: What things?

SANSA: Change my linens, wash my clothing, scrub the floor, empty my chamber pot, brush my hair.

Shae closes the door and picks up a brush to comb Sansa's hair. Sansa stops her.


SHAE: You said to brush

SANSA: Not now.

SHAE: Your chamber pot is empty.

SANSA: Clean the table. Have you ever been a handmaiden before?

SHAE: Yes.

SANSA: For whom?

SHAE: Lady Zuriff.

SANSA: Lady Zuriff

SHAE: Lady Zuriff.

SANSA: There is no Lady Zuriff in this city.

SHAE: She wasn't in this city.

SANSA: I don't know how they did things in that city, but in this city, handmaidens wait on ladies, not the other way around. And I don't have time to answer a thousand questions and teach you how to do your job.

SHAE: Do you want me to leave?

SANSA: Just brush my hair.

Shae brushes her hair in silence.

INT: Tyrion's chambers, daytime.

Pycelle hands Tyrion some medicine.

TYRION: Oh! Thank the gods. I haven't had a proper sh*t in six days.

PYCELLE: I've encountered this problem before, my lord. The stresses of power often have this insalubrious effect. Two drops with water, daily.

TYRION: Right. I'm so grateful to have a man of your vast knowledge and wisdom on my side.

PYCELLE: Please. Thank you, my lord.

TYRION: I can trust you, Pycelle, can I not?

PYCELLE: Why, yes, of course, my lord.

TYRION: These are perilous times. And the crown must forge new alliances. And these alliances must often be sealed in matrimony.

PYCELLE: Matrimony, huh? Yes.

TYRION: I'm trusting the council with these plans, but the Queen mustn't know. We can't have her meddling in affairs that could determine the future of the realm. There's too much at stake.

PYCELLE: Oh, yes, yes. Indeed, yes. I shall be silent as the grave.

Tyrion walks to pour a drink.

TYRION: I'm brokering an alliance with House Martell of Dorne. Princess Myrcella will wed their youngest son when she comes of age, ensuring their loyalty and their army, should we need it.

PYCELLE: Myrcella sent away to Dorne?

INT: Tyrion's chambers, daytime, though we do not realize at first that it is later.

TYRION: But remember, the Queen mustn't know.

VARYS: Ooh. "The Queen mustn't know." I love conversations that begin this way.

TYRION: I plan to marry Princess Myrcella off to Theon Greyjoy.

VARYS: Theon Greyjoy? Forgive me, my lord, but how? He grew up a ward of Winterfell. He fights for Robb Stark.

TYRION: Precisely. Theon's father loathes the Starks and will convince the boy to come to our side. Greyjoy can destroy the Northern army from within and we can have his father's ships.

INT: Tyrion's chambers, again we do not realize at first that it is later.

TYRION: But remember, you must tell no one.

LITTLEFINGER: Tell no one what?

TYRION: I plan to wed Princess Myrcella to Robin Arryn of the Vale. Lysa is not fond of me. But perhaps the promise of a royal match will convince her to let bygones be bygones.

LITTLEFINGER: She imprisoned you. She tried to execute you. And you offer her son a princess?

TYRION: For men in our position, holding grudges can be an enc*mbrance, don't you think?

LITTLEFINGER: And I suppose you want me to broker this agreement?

TYRION: Who better?

Littlefinger walks as he ponders.

LITTLEFINGER: Yes, I could sing this song to Lysa, if I cared to. What's in it for me?

TYRION: The gratitude of the people of Westeros for helping to end this war, the adoration of the King for bringing the Vale back into the fold and Harrenhal.

LITTLEFINGER: Harrenhal is cursed.

TYRION: Never took you for a superstitious man. By all means, tear it down and rebuild. You'll be able to afford it. I plan to make you Lord of the Riverlands.

LITTLEFINGER: With a single stroke, you'd make me one of the greatest lords in the realm.

TYRION: You served my family well in the matter of the succession.

LITTLEFINGER: So did Janos Slynt, and he was given Harrenhal, too. Until you snatched it away.

TYRION: I need you to deliver Lysa Arryn. I didn't need Janos Slynt. It's settled, then?


TYRION: Good. Oh. And remember

LITTLEFINGER: The Queen mustn't know.

Tyrion drinks deeply and Littlefinger ponders.


INT: Renly's chambers at night

Renly and Loras are kissing passionately. Renly brings Loras to the bed and sits astride him. He removes his own shirt, kisses him and undoes his shirt. He sees the heavy bruising on Loras's chest.

RENLY: That must hurt.

Loras refuses to kiss him, pouting.

RENLY: What? What is it?

LORAS: A member of the Kingsguard? As if I wasn't humiliated enough already.

RENLY: Brienne is a very capable warrior. And she's devoted to me. You're jealous.

LORAS: Jealous? Of Brienne the Beauty? Don't make me laugh.

RENLY: I'll make it up to you.

Renly moves to remove Loras's pants.

LORAS: No, Your Grace. Not tonight. There's another Tyrell who requires your attention. You didn't win my father's support or his army on charm alone.

Renly lies down, dejected, but then decides to try to seduce Loras one more time. Loras resists.

LORAS: Your vassals are starting to sn*gger behind your back. Brides aren't usually virgins two weeks after their wedding night.

RENLY: And Margaery's a virgin?

LORAS: Officially. Shall I bring her to you?

LORAS leaves the bed to get his sister.

INT: Renly's chambers, a bit later.

Renly pours and drinks some wine. Margaery enters.

RENLY: I should warn you, I've had quite a bit of wine.

MARGAERY: As is your right. You are a king.

RENLY: You look very beautiful.

MARGAERY: Thank you, Your Grace.

RENLY: It's a lovely gown.

MARGAERY: You think so? I can't decide how I like it better. This way, or this way.

MARGAERY removes her gown. Renly pauses, embarrassed.

RENLY: You certainly don't need it.

MARGAERY starts kissing RENLY, but he resists and continues talking.

RENLY: Although, some say the beauty most desired is the beauty concealed.

MARGAERY hushes him and begins kissing again. She reaches to his groin, but is disappointed by his lack of excitement.

RENLY: Must be the wine.

MARGAERY: Here, let me.

She undoes his pants and tries to excite him.

RENLY: I'm sorry.

MARGAERY: Do you want my brother to come in and help?

RENLY: What?

MARGAERY: He could get you started. I know he wouldn't mind. Or I can turn over and you can pretend I'm him.

RENLY: I don't know what you're talking about.

MARGAERY: There's no need for us to play games. Save your lies for court. You're going to need a lot of them.

She sits next to him on the bed.

MARGAERY: Your enemies aren't happy about us. They want to tear us apart. And the best way to stop them is to put your baby in my belly. We can try again later. You decide how you want to do it, with me, with me and Loras, however else you like. Whatever you need to do. You are a king.

RENLY: (Sighs.)


INT: Cersei's chambers, at night

CERSEl: You monster. Myrcella is my only daughter. Do you really think I'll let you sell her like a common whore?

TYRION: Myrcella's a princess. Some would say she was born for this.

CERSEI: I will not let you ship her off to Dorne as I was shipped off to Robert Baratheon.

TYRION: Dorne is the safest place for her.

CERSEI: Are you mad? The Martells loathe us.

TYRION: That's why we need to seduce them. We're going to need their support in the war your son started.

CERSEI: She'll be a hostage.

TYRION: A guest.

CERSEI: You won't get away with this. You think the piece of paper Father gave you keeps you safe. Ned Stark had a piece of paper, too.

TYRION: It's done, Cersei.


TYRION: You cannot stop it.

CERSEI sweeps glassware from the table in frustration. It shatters.


TYRION: Just how safe do you think Myrcella is if this city falls? Do you want to see her raped, butchered like the Targaryen children? Make no mistake. They'll mount her pretty little head on a spike right beside yours.

CERSEI: Get out! Get out!

She moves to strike Tyrion, who recoils. Cersei turns, sits and weeps. Tyrion exits.


INT: Chamber, at night.

Theon reads over a letter he has written to Robb. He decides to burn it instead.

EXT: By the shore.

Theon and a drowned priest stand in ankle deep water while soldiers look on.

PRIEST: Theon of the House Greyjoy, you would this day consecrate your faith to the Drowned God?

THEON: I would.


Theon kneels.

DROWNED PRIEST: Let Theon, your servant, be born again from the sea as you were. Bless him with salt. Bless him with stone. Bless him with steel.

THEON: What is dead may never die.

DROWNED PRIEST: What is dead may never die. But rises again harder and stronger. Stand.

Theon stands. Balon and Yara look on.


INT: Tyrion's chambers, at night

Tyrion sits and ponders. Littlefinger enters, enraged.

LITTLEFINGER: I don't appreciate being made a fool of, dwarf. If Myrcella marries the Martell boy, she can't very well marry Robin Arryn, can she?

TYRION: No, afraid not. Sorry about that.

LITTLEFINGER: And Harrenhal, I suppose that's off the table as well.

TYRION: Yes, I fear so. Sorry about that, too.

LITTLEFINGER: Leave me out of your next deception.

TYRION: That's a shame. You were to be the centerpiece of my next deception. My brother Jaime rots in a northern stockade. I would see him released. That's where you come in.

LITTLEFINGER: Robb Stark will never release the Kingslayer.

TYRION: No, he won't. But his mother might. How would you like to see your beloved Cat again?

BRONN enters.

TYRION: Find him?

BRONN: Oh, aye. And he has company. Filthy old stoat. Almost hate to interrupt.

TYRION: No, you don't.

BRONN: No, I don't.

INT: Brothel

Pycelle and a prostitute lie on a bed. She is naked, while he is fully clothed. The door bursts open as Bronn and TIMETT walk in. The woman flees the bed, and Pycelle sits up in indignation.

PYCELLE: What is the meaning of this? No, please, please.

TYRION stands in the doorway.

TYRION: You disappoint me, Grand Maester.

PYCELLE: I am your loyal servant.

TYRION: So loyal that you told the Queen about my plans to send Myrcella to Dorne.

PYCELLE: No! Never! It's a falsehood. I swear it. It wasn't me. Ah, Varys. It was Varys the Spider.

TYRION: See, I told Varys that I was giving the Princess to the Greyjoys. I told Littlefinger that I planned to wed her to Robin Arryn. I told no one that I was offering her to the Dornish. No one but you.

PYCELLE: The eunuch has spies everywhere.

TYRION: Cut off his manhood and feed it to the goats.

PYCELLE: No, no, no.

TIMETT: There are no goats, halfman.

TYRION: Well, make do.

PYCELLE recoils from TIMETT while BRONN smiles.

TYRION: How long have you been spying for my sister?

PYCELLE: All I did, I did for House Lannister. Always. Your lord father, ask him. I've always been his servant since the days of the Mad King.

TYRION: I don't like his beard.

PYCELLE: What? What?

BRONN grabs PYCELLE by the beard, then chops it off with a large knife.


TYRION: How many Hands have you betrayed, Pycelle? Eddard Stark? Jon Arryn?

PYCELLE: Lord Arryn, he knew. He knew the truth about the Queen. And he planned to act, to tell King Robert.

TYRION: So you poisoned him?

PYCELLE: No. Never.

TYRION: But you let him die, made sure he succ*mbed.

PYCELLE: Lannister I always served Lannister.

TYRION: Get him out of my sight. Throw him in one of the black cells.

BRONN and TIMETT wrestle Pycelle out of the room. Pycelle: No. No, no, no. No, please. Don't! You can't do this to me!

TYRION leaves a coin on the chair for the prostitute, who looks appears to be in shock.

TYRION: For your trouble.

The struggle continues, so TYRION decides to double his payment in compensation. The prostitute nods meekly.


Varys and Tyrion sit at table. Varys drinks some wine.

VARYS: You'll be pleased to know our mutual friend is doing quite well in Lady Sansa's service.

TYRION: Good. One of my better ideas.

VARYS: And it seems the Grand Maester has found his way into a black cell? Well played, My Lord Hand. But should I be worried? Janos Slynt, Pycelle. The Small Council grows smaller every day.

TYRION: The Council has a reputation for serving past Hands poorly. I don't mean to follow Ned Stark to the grave.

VARYS: Power is a curious thing, my lord. Are you fond of riddles?

TYRION: Why, am I about to hear one?

VARYS: Three great men sit in a room. A king, a priest and a rich man. Between them stands a common sellsword. Each great man bids the sellsword kill the other two. Who lives, who dies?

TYRION: Depends on the sellsword.

VARYS: Does it? He has neither crown nor gold nor favor with the gods.

TYRION: He has a sword, the power of life and death.

VARYS: But if it's swordsmen who rule, why do we pretend kings hold all the power? When Ned Stark lost his head, who was truly responsible? Joffrey? The executioner? Or something else?

TYRION: I've decided I don't like riddles.

VARYS: Power resides where men believe it resides. It's a trick, a shadow on the wall. And a very small man can cast a very large shadow.

They both drink.


INT: the night's watch recruits sleep. Arya sharpens her sword. Yoren enters.

YOREN: You should be sleeping. Tomorrow's a long march. Thirty miles, if it don't p*ss on us.

ARYA: I can't sleep.

YOREN offers her his wineskin.

ARYA: I don't like the taste.

YOREN: You don't drink it for the flavor, to be honest. What?

ARYA: How do you sleep?

YOREN: Same as most men, I think.

ARYA: But you've seen things, horrible things.

YOREN: Aye. I've seen some pretty things, too, but not nearly so many.

ARYA: How do you sleep when you When you have those things in your head?

YOREN: You didn't see that. I made damn sure.

ARYA: I close my eyes and I see them up there. All of them standing there. Joffrey, the Queen and and my sister.

YOREN thinks for a bit.

YOREN: You know, we've got something in common, me and you. You know that? I must have been a couple of years older than you. I saw my brother stabbed through the heart right on our doorstep. He weren't much of a villain what skewered him. Willem, the lad's name was. He ran off before anyone could spit. And I just stood there, watching my brother die. Here's the funny part. I can't picture my brother's face anymore. But Willem, oh, he was a nice-looking boy. He had good white teeth, blue eyes, one of those dimpled chins all the girls like. I would think about him when I was working, when I was drinking, when I was having a sh*t. It got to the point where I would say his name every night before I went to bed. Willem. Willem. Willem. A prayer almost. Well, one day, Willem came riding back into town. I buried an ax so deep into Willem's skull they had to bury him with it. Willem's horse got me to the Wall and I've been wearing black ever since. Well... That'll help you sleep, eh?

Horn blasts ring out from outside. Yoren rises quickly in response.

YOREN: Ho! Get up, you lazy sons of whores! Arm yourselves.

GENDRY: Get up.

ARYA: Get up.

YOREN: Keep out of sight, both of you.

ARYA: No, I'm not afraid.

GENDRY: I can fight.

YOREN: Keep out of sight. If things go wrong, you run. Do you hear me? You run along north and don't look back. Hey, there's men out there who want to f*ck your corpses. Outside, now!

MAN: Come on, move, move!

EXT: Gold cloaks ride up to challenge the Night's Watch recruits.

MAN: Gold cloaks!

MAN: Everyone out!

MAN: Hey, you!

MAN: Open the damn cage!

AMORY: Where's the bast*rd, crow?

YOREN: Got more than a few bast*rds here. Who's asking?

AMORY: Ser Amory Lorch, sworn bannerman to Lord Tywin Lannister. These men from the capital requested our assistance. Drop your weapons in the name of the King.

YOREN: Now, which king would that be?

AMORY: This is your last chance. In the name of King Joffrey, drop your weapons.

YOREN: I don't think I will.

AMORY: So be it.

A gold cloak shoots Yoren with a crossbow. He falls, but then rises in anger.

YOREN: I always hated crossbows. Take too long to load.

YOREN battles the gold cloaks, and takes down a few of them before being subdued. Amory Lorch rides over and pierces Yoren with his sword, killing him. The recruits flee.

JAQEN: Boy, come here. Boy! - Sweet boy, help us.

The cage containing the JAQEN, BITER and RORGE is about to catch fire. ARYA pauses, not sure of what to do. The gold cloaks set upon the recruits in battle.

JAQEN: Come back here! Help us, boy! A man can fight! Free us!

ARYA spies an axe and runs to retrieve it. She comes over to the cage.

JAQEN: Quick, give it to me. Give me the ax. Give me that.

The battle continues. Hot Pie watches from the bushes, but the recruits are outmatched.

GOLD CLOAK: Put them on the wagon!

GOLD CLOAK: There's more here.

GOLD CLOAK: Come on.

ARYA tries to run from the encampment. POLLIVER comes from the darkness, punches her in the face and she falls to the ground.

POLLIVER: What do we have here?

He takes Arya's sword.


POLLIVER: That's a fine little blade. Maybe I'll pick my teeth with it.

Hot Pie is pushed forward by soldiers, encountering Arya, still on the ground.

HOT PIE: I yield! I yield!

ARMORY: Round up any survivors. We'll take them back to Harrenhal.

POLLIVER: You heard him. You're coming with us.

HOT PIE: I yield!

They walk back to camp and come across a wounded LOMMY with a crossbow bolt in his leg.

LOMMY: Help! Help me!

POLLIVER: Something wrong with your leg, boy?

LOMMY: Look at it.

POLLIVER: Can you walk?

LOMMY: No. You got to carry me.

POLLIVER: All right.

He stabs the LOMMY instead. LOMMY spits up blood, and dies.

POLLIVER: "Carry him," he says.

ARMORY: We're looking for a bast*rd named Gendry. Give him up or I'll start taking eyeballs.

No one says anything. Then Arya gets an idea. She nodes over to the slain LOMMY.

ARYA: You want Gendry? You already got him. He loved that helmet.

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