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♪ Game of Thrones 01x06 ♪ A Golden Crow Original Air Date on May 22, 2011

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Eddard Stark : Your pardon, your Grace. I would rise, but...

Cersei Baratheon : Do you know what your wife has done ?

Eddard Stark : She did nothing I did not command.

Robert Baratheon : Who'd have thought she had it in her ?

Cersei Baratheon : By what right dare you lay hands on my blood ?

Eddard Stark : I am the King's Hand, charged with keeping the peace...

Cersei Baratheon : You were the King's Hand. You shall now be held accountable.

Robert Baratheon : Will both of you shut your mouths ?! Catelyn will release Tyrion and you'll make your peace with Jaime.

Eddard Stark : He butchered my men...

Cersei Baratheon : Lord Stark was returning drunk from a brothel when his men attacked Jaime.

Robert Baratheon : Quiet, woman.

Eddard Stark : Jaime has fled the city. Give me leave to bring him back to justice.

Cersei Baratheon : I took you for a King.

Robert Baratheon : Hold your tongue.

Cersei Baratheon : He's attacked one of my brothers and abducted the other. I should wear the armor and you the gown. I shall wear this like a badge of honor.

Robert Baratheon : Wear it in silence or I'll honor you again. See what she does to me ? My loving wife. I should not have hit her. That was not... That was not Kingly.

Eddard Stark : If we don't act, there will be a war.

Robert Baratheon : So tell your wife to return that little shit of an Imp to King's Landing. She's had her fun, now put an end to it. You hear me ? Send a raven and put an end to it.

Eddard Stark : And what about Jaime Lannister ? What about Jaime ?

Robert Baratheon : I'm half a Kingdom in debt to his bloody father. I don't know what happened between you and those yellow-haired shits. I don't want to know. This is what matters... I can't rule the Kingdoms if the Starks and the Lannisters are at each other's throats. So enough.

Eddard Stark : As you command, your Grace. With your leave, I will return to Winterfell and set matters straight.

Robert Baratheon : Piss on that. Send a raven. I want you to stay. I'm the King. I get what I want. I never loved my brothers. A sad thing for a man to admit, but it's true. You were the brother I chose. We'll talk when I return from the hunt.

Eddard Stark : The hunt ?

Robert Baratheon : Killing things clears my head. You'll have to sit on the throne while I'm away. You'll hate it more than I do.

Eddard Stark : The Targaryen girl...

Robert Baratheon : Seven hells, don't start with her again. The girl will die and I'll hear no more of it. Put on the badge. And if you ever take it off again, I swear to the Mother I'll pin the damned thing on Jaime Lannister.

Irri : Khaleesi ? Khaleesi !

Daenerys Targaryen : You're hurt.

Robb Stark : Not too fast.

Brandon Stark : Come on, Dancer.

Theon Greyjoy : When are you gonna tell him ?

Robb Stark : Not now.

Theon Greyjoy : Blood for blood.

Brandon Stark : Come on !

Theon Greyjoy : You need to make the Lannisters pay for Jory and the others.

Robb Stark : You're talking about war.

Theon Greyjoy : I'm talking about justice.

Robb Stark : Only the Lord of Winterfell can call in the bannermen and raise an army.

Theon Greyjoy : A Lannister put his spear through your father's leg. The Kingslayer rides for Casterly Rock where no one can touch him...

Robb Stark : You want me to march on Casterly Rock ?

Theon Greyjoy : You're not a boy anymore. They attacked your father. They've already started the war. It's your duty to represent your House when your father can't.

Robb Stark : And it's not your duty, because it's not your House. Where's Bran ?

Theon Greyjoy : I don't know. It's not my House.

Osha : All alone in the deep, dark woods.

Brandon Stark : I'm not alone. My brother is with me.

Wildling 1 : I don't see him. Got him hidden under your cloak ?

Osha : That's a pretty pin. Silver.

Wildling 1 : We'll take the pin and the horse. Get down. Be quick about it.

Brandon Stark : I can't. The saddle... the straps.

Wildling 2 : What's wrong with you ?

Wildling 1 : You some kind of cripple ?

Brandon Stark : I'm Brandon Stark of Winterfell. If you don't let me be, I'll have you all killed !

Wildling 2 : Cut his little cock off and stuff it in his mouth.

Osha : The boy's worth nothing dead. Benjen Stark's own blood ? Think what Mance would give us.

Wildling 1 : Piss on Mance Rayder and piss on the North. We're going as far South as South goes. There ain't no White Walkers down in Dorne.

Robb Stark : Drop the knife ! Let him go and I'll let you live.

Brandon Stark : Robb ! Robb !

Wildling 1 : Shut up. Drop the blade !

Brandon Stark : No, don't.

Wildling 1 : Do it.

Robb Stark : Are you all right ?

Brandon Stark : Yes. It doesn't hurt.

Theon Greyjoy : Tough little lad. In the Iron Islands, you're not a man until you've killed your first enemy. Well done.

Robb Stark : Have you lost your mind ? What if you'd missed ?

Theon Greyjoy : He would have killed you and cut Bran's throat.

Robb Stark : You don't have the right...

Theon Greyjoy : To what, to save your brother's life ? It was the only thing to do, so I did it.

Robb Stark : What about her ?

Osha : Give me my life, my Lord, and I'm yours.

Robb Stark : We'll keep her alive.

Tyrion Lannister : Mord ! Turnkey ! Mord ! Mord !

Mord : Dwarf man making noise !

Tyrion Lannister : How would you like to be rich ?

Mord : Dwarf man still making noise.

Tyrion Lannister : My family is rich. We have gold, lots of gold. I'm prepared to give you lots of gold in...

Mord : No gold !

Tyrion Lannister : Well, I don't have it here.

Mord : No gold. Fuck off.

Arya Stark : I don't want to practice today.

Syrio Forel : No ?

Arya Stark : They killed Jory. My father is hurt. I don't care about stupid wooden swords.

Syrio Forel : You are troubled.

Arya Stark : Yes.

Syrio Forel : Good ! Trouble is the perfect time for training. When you are dancing in the meadow with your dolls and kittens, this is not when fighting happens.

Arya Stark : I don't like dolls and k...

Syrio Forel : You're not here. You're with your trouble. If you are with your trouble when fighting happens... More trouble for you. Just so. How can you be quick as a snake... Or as quiet as a shadow... When you are somewhere else ? You are fearing for your father. That is right. Do you pray to the Gods ?

Arya Stark : The old and the new.

Syrio Forel : There is only one God and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death : "Not today."

Viserys Targaryen : She has to eat the whole heart ? I hope that wasn't my horse.

Jorah Mormont : She's doing well.

Viserys Targaryen : She'll never keep it down. Tell me what she's saying.

Jorah Mormont : "The prince is riding. I have heard the thunder of his hooves. Swift as the wind he rides. His enemies will cower before him... And their wives will weep tears of blood." She's going to have a boy.

Viserys Targaryen : He won't be a real Targaryen. He won't be a true Dragon.

Jorah Mormont : "The stallion who mounts the world." The stallion is the Khal of Khals. He shall unite the people into a single Khalasar. All the people of the world will be his herd.

Daenerys Targaryen : A Prince rides inside me ! And he shall be called Rhaego !

Viserys Targaryen : They love her.

Jorah Mormont : She truly is a queen today.

Jorah Mormont : Don't let them see you carrying a sword in Vaes Dothrak. You know the law.

Viserys Targaryen : It's not my law.

Jorah Mormont : They don't belong to you.

Viserys Targaryen : Whatever is hers is also mine.

Jorah Mormont : Once, perhaps.

Viserys Targaryen : If I sell one egg, I'll have enough to buy a ship. Two eggs... a ship and an army.

Jorah Mormont : And you have all three.

Viserys Targaryen : I need a large army. I'm the last hope of a dynasty, Mormont. The greatest dynasty this world has ever seen on my shoulders since I was five years old... And no one has ever given me what they gave to her in that tent. Never. Not a piece of it. How can I carry what I need to carry without it ? Who can rule without wealth or fear or love ? You stand there, all nobility and honor. You don't think I see you looking at my little sister ? Don't think I know what you want ? I don't care. You can have her. She can be Queen of the savages, and dine on the finest bloody horseparts, and you can dine on whichever parts of her you like. But let me go.

Jorah Mormont : You can go. You can't have the eggs.

Viserys Targaryen : You swore an oath to me. Does loyalty mean nothing to you ?

Jorah Mormont : It means everything to me.

Viserys Targaryen : And yet here you stand.

Jorah Mormont : And yet here I stand.

Tyrion Lannister : Mord ! Mord ! Mord ! Mord !

Mord : Noise again !

Tyrion Lannister : About the gold...

Mord : No gold ! No gold.

Tyrion Lannister : Listen to me ! Listen to me. Sometimes possession is an abstract concept... When they captured me, they took my purse, but the gold is still mine.

Mord : Where ?

Tyrion Lannister : Where ? I don't know where, but when they free me...

Mord : You want free ? Go be free.

Tyrion Lannister : Have you ever heard the phrase "Rich as a Lannister" ? Of course you have ! You're a smart man. You know who the Lannisters are. I am a Lannister. Tyrion, son of Tywin ! And of course, you have also heard the phrase, "A Lannister always pays his debts." If you deliver a message from me... to Lady Arryn, I will be in your debt. I will owe you gold. If you deliver the message and I live, which I very much intend to do.

Mord : What message ?

Tyrion Lannister : Tell her I wish to confess my crimes.

Lysa Arryn : You wish to confess your crimes ?

Tyrion Lannister : Yes my Lady. I do, my Lady.

Lysa Arryn : The sky cells always break them. Speak, Imp. Meet your Gods as an honest man.

Tyrion Lannister : Where do I begin, my Lords and Ladies ? I'm a vile man, I confess it. My crimes and sins are beyond counting. I have lied and cheated, gambled and whored. I'm not particularly good at violence, but I'm good at convincing others to do violence for me. You want specifics, I suppose. When I was seven, I saw a servant girl bathing in the river. I stole her robe. She was forced to return to the castle naked and in tears. If I close my eyes, I can still see her tits bouncing. When I was 10, I stuffed my Uncle's boots with goatshit. When confronted with my crime, I blamed a squire. Poor boy was flogged and I escaped justice. When I was 12, I milked my eel into a pot of turtle stew. I flogged the one-eyed snake. I skinned my sausage. I made the bald man cry into the turtle stew, which I do believe my sister ate. At least I hope she did. I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel.

Lysa Arryn : Silence !

Robin Arryn : What happened next ?

Lysa Arryn : What do you think you're doing ?

Tyrion Lannister : Confessing my crimes.

Catelyn Stark : Lord Tyrion, You are accused of hiring a man to slay my son Bran in his bed, and of conspiring to murder my sister's husband Lord Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King.

Tyrion Lannister : I'm very sorry. I don't know anything about all that.

Lysa Arryn : You've had your little joke. I trust you enjoyed it. Mord ! Take him back to the dungeon. But this time find a smaller cell, with a steeper floor.

Tyrion Lannister : Is this how justice is done in the Vale ? You accuse me of crimes, I deny them, so you throw me into a cell to freeze and starve ? Where is the King's justice ? I am accused and demand a trial !

Lysa Arryn : If you're tried and found guilty, then by the King's own laws you will pay with your life.

Tyrion Lannister : I understand the law.

Lysa Arryn : We have no executioner in the Eyrie. Life is more elegant here. Open the Moon Door. You want a trial, my Lord Lannister. Very well. My son will listen to whatever you have to say, and you will hear his judgment. Then you will leave... By one door or the other.

Tyrion Lannister : No need to bother Lord Robin. I demand a trial by combat.

Lysa Arryn : You have that right.

Knight 1 : I beg the honor. Let me be your champion.

Knight 2 : The honor should be mine. For the love I bore your Lord husband, let me avenge his death.

Knight 3 : I'll fight for you.

Knight 4 : It'll be my honor.

Knight 5 : The honor should be mine.

Robin Arryn : Make the bad man fly !

Lysa Arryn : Ser Vardis... You're quiet. Don't you want to avenge my husband ?

Vardis Egan : With all my heart, my Lady. But the Imp is half my size. It would be shameful to slaughter such a man and call it justice.

Tyrion Lannister : Agreed.

Lysa Arryn : You demanded a trial by combat.

Tyrion Lannister : Now I demand a champion. I have that right, same as you.

Vardis Egan : I will gladly fight the Imp's champion for you.

Tyrion Lannister : I wouldn't be too glad, Ser. I name my brother Jaime Lannister.

Lysa Arryn : The Kingslayer is hundreds of miles from here.

Tyrion Lannister : Send a raven for him. I'm happy to wait.

Lysa Arryn : The trial will be today.

Tyrion Lannister : Do I have a volunteer ? Anyone ? Anyone ?

Lysa Arryn : I think we can assume that no one is willing...

Bronn : I'll stand for the dwarf.

Lancel Lannister : More wine, your Grace ?

Robert Baratheon : What was I saying ?

Renly Baratheon : Simpler time.

Robert Baratheon : It was ! It was. You're too young to remember. Wasn't it simpler, Selmy ?

Barristan Selmy : It was, your Grace.

Robert Baratheon : The enemy was right in the open, vicious as you like, all but sending you a bloody invitation. Nothing like today.

Renly Baratheon : It sounds exhilarating.

Robert Baratheon : Exhilarating, yes. Not as exhilarating as those balls and masquerades you like to throw. You ever fuck a Riverlands girl ?

Renly Baratheon : Once. I think.

Robert Baratheon : You think ? I think you'd remember. Back in our day, you weren't a real man until you'd fucked one girl from each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. We used to call it "making the eight."

Renly Baratheon : Those were some lucky girls.

Robert Baratheon : You ever make the eight, Barristan ?

Barristan Selmy : I don't believe so, your Grace.

Robert Baratheon : Those were the days.

Renly Baratheon : Which days, exactly ? The ones where half of Westeros fought the other half and millions died ? Or before that, when the Mad King slaughtered women and babies because the voices in his head told him they deserved it ? Or way before that, when dragons burned whole cities to the ground ?

Robert Baratheon : Easy, boy. You might be my brother, but you're speaking to the King.

Renly Baratheon : I suppose it was all rather heroic... If you were drunk enough and had some poor Riverlands whore to shove your prick inside and make the eight.

Lancel Lannister : More wine, your Grace ?

Farmer : They burned most everything in the Riverlands : our fields, our granaries, our homes. They took our women, then they took 'em again. When they was done, they butchered them as if they was animals. They covered our children in pitch and lit them on fire.

Maester Pycelle : Brigands, most likely.

Farmer : They weren't thieves. They didn't steal nothing. They even left something behind, your Grace.

Maester Pycelle : It's the King's Hand you're addressing, not the King. The King is hunting.

Petyr Baelish : Fish. The Sigil of House Tully. Isn't that your wife's house... Tully, my Lord Hand ?

Eddard Stark : These men, were they flying a Sigil ? A banner ?

Farmer : None, your... Hand. The one who was leading them... Taller by a foot than any man I've ever met, saw him cut the blacksmith in two, saw him take the head off a horse with a single swing of his sword.

Petyr Baelish : That sounds like someone we know. The Mountain.

Eddard Stark : You're describing Ser Gregor Clegane.

Maester Pycelle : Why should Ser Gregor turn brigand ? The man is an anointed knight.

Petyr Baelish : I've heard him called Tywin Lannister's mad dog. I'm sure you have as well. Can you think of any reason the Lannisters might possibly have for being angry with your wife ?

Maester Pycelle : If the Lannisters were to order attacks on villages under the King's protection, it would be...

Petyr Baelish : That would be almost as brazen as attacking the Hand of the King in the streets of the capital.

Eddard Stark : I cannot give you back your homes or restore your dead to life, but perhaps I can give you justice in the name of our King, Robert. Lord Beric Dondarrion. You shall have the command. Assemble 100 men and ride to Ser Gregor's keep.

Beric Dondarrion : As you command.

Eddard Stark : In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the first of his name, King of the Andals and the first men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm, I charge you to bring the King's justice to the false knight Gregor Clegane and all those who shared in his crimes. I denounce him and attaint him. I strip him of all ranks and titles, of all lands and holdings, and sentence him to death.

Maester Pycelle : My Lord. This is a drastic action. It would be better to wait for King Robert's return.

Eddard Stark : Grand Maester Pycelle.

Maester Pycelle : My Lord.

Eddard Stark : Send a raven to Casterly Rock. Inform Tywin Lannister that he has been summoned to Court to answer for the crimes of his bannermen. He will arrive within the fortnight or be branded an enemy of the crown and a traitor to the realm.

Petyr Baelish : A bold move, my Lord, and admirable. But is it wise to yank the lion's tail ? Tywin Lannister is the richest man in all the Seven Kingdoms. Gold wins wars, not soldiers.

Eddard Stark : Then how come Robert is King and not Tywin Lannister ?

Robyn Arryn : Fight !

Lysa Arryn : Stand and fight, coward !

Tyrion Lannister : Yes !

Lysa Arryn : Enough, Ser Vardis ! Finish him.

Robin Arryn : Is it over ?

Lysa Arryn : You don't fight with honor !

Bronn : No. He did.

Robin Arryn : Can I make the little man fly now ?

Tyrion Lannister : Not this little man. This little man is going home. I believe you have something of mine. A Lannister always pays his debts.

Septa Mordane : You wear your hair like a real southern lady now.

Sansa Stark : Well, why shouldn't I ? We're in the South.

Septa Mordane : It's important to remember where you come from. I'm not sure your mother would like these new styles.

Sansa Stark : My mother isn't from the North.

Septa Mordane : I'm aware of that.

Sansa Stark : Why do you care ? Do you even have hair under there ?

Septa Mordane : Yes, I have hair.

Sansa Stark : I've never seen it.

Septa Mordane : Would you like to ?

Sansa Stark : No. Where are you from anyway ? The North or the South ?

Septa Mordane : I come from a very small village in...

Sansa Stark : Oh, wait. I just realized I don't care.

Septa Mordane : Sansa...

Sansa Stark : Septa.

Septa Mordane : Now you are being rude. My Prince.

Sansa Stark : My Prince.

Joffrey Baratheon : My Lady. I fear I have behaved monstrously the past few weeks. With your permission ?

Sansa Stark : It's beautiful, like the one your mother wears.

Joffrey Baratheon : You'll be Queen someday. It's only fitting you should look the part. Will you forgive me for my rudeness ?

Sansa Stark : There's nothing to forgive.

Joffrey Baratheon : You're my Lady. One day we'll be married in the throne room. Lords and ladies from all over the Seven Kingdoms will come, from the last hearth in the North to the Salt Shore in the South, and you will be Queen over all of them. I'll never disrespect you again. I'll never be cruel to you again. Do you understand me ? You're my Lady now, from this day until my last day.

Theon Greyjoy : Stop ! Stop ! What are you doing ?

Ros : Going to King's Landing.

Theon Greyjoy : In a turnip cart ?

Ros : I'll find a ship heading south in White Harbor.

Theon Greyjoy : You can afford that ?

Ros : Some of my friends are more generous than others.

Theon Greyjoy : There's a thousand girls like you in King's Landing.

Ros : So I'll have lots of company.

Theon Greyjoy : Yes, you'll be very popular. Until some fat lord comes to visit with a big belly and a little prick and he can't get it up so he knocks all your teeth out.

Ros : And what will happen to me if I stay here ? Will I become Lady Greyjoy ? Mistress of the Iron Islands ?

Theon Greyjoy : Don't be a fool.

Ros : I hear Jaime Lannister attacked Lord Stark in the streets of King's Landing. Every man for a hundred miles will be marching off to war soon. Most of them will never come back. There's nothing left for me here. Let's go, Stefon.

Theon Greyjoy : Let me see it one more time !

Ros : See what ?

Theon Greyjoy : I'm going to miss you.

Ros : I know.

Eddard Stark : I'm sending you both back to Winterfell.

Sansa Stark : What ?

Eddard Stark : Listen.

Sansa Stark : What about Joffrey ?

Arya Stark : Are you dying because of your leg ? Is that why you're sending us home ?

Eddard Stark : What ? No !

Sansa Stark : Please, father.

Arya Stark : You can't. I've got my lessons with Syrio. I'm finally getting good.

Eddard Stark : This isn't a punishment. I want you back for your own safety.

Arya Stark : Can we take Syrio back with us ?

Sansa Stark : Who cares about your stupid dancing teacher ? I can't go. I'm supposed to marry Prince Joffrey. I love him and I'm meant to be his Queen and have his babies.

Arya Stark : Seven hells.

Eddard Stark : When you're old enough, I'll make you a match with someone who's worthy of you, someone brave, gentle and strong...

Sansa Stark : I don't want someone brave, gentle and strong. I want him ! He'll be the greatest King that ever was, a golden lion, and I'll give him sons with beautiful blond hair.

Arya Stark : The lion's not his sigil, idiot. He's a stag, like his father.

Sansa Stark : He is not. He's nothing like that old drunk King.

Eddard Stark : Go on girls, get your Septa and start packing your things.

Arya Stark : Come on.

Sansa Stark : But it's not fair !

Eddard Stark : "Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair. Axel Baratheon, black of hair. Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair. Steffon Baratheon, black of hair. Robert Baratheon, black of hair. Joffrey Baratheon... Golden-haired."

Viserys Targaryen : Daenerys ! Where's my sister ?

Daenerys Targaryen : Stop him.

Viserys Targaryen : Where is she ? Where is she ? I'm here for the feast. The whore's feast ?

Jorah Mormont : Come.

Viserys Targaryen : Get your hands off me ! No one touches the Dragon ! Khal Drogo ! I'm here for the feast.

Jorah Mormont : Khal Drogo says there is a place for you. Back there.

Viserys Targaryen : That is no place for a King.

Khal Drogo : You are no King.

Viserys Targaryen : Keep away from me !

Daenerys Targaryen : Viserys ! Please.

Viserys Targaryen : There she is.

Jorah Mormont : Put the sword down. They'll kill us all.

Viserys Targaryen : They can't kill us. They can't shed blood in their sacred city. But I can. I want what I came for. I want the crown he promised me. He bought you. But he never paid for you. Tell him I want what was bargained for or I'm taking you back. He can keep the baby. I'll cut it out and leave it for him. What's he saying ?

Daenerys Targaryen : He says yes. You shall have a golden crown... that men shall tremble to behold.

Viserys Targaryen : That was all I wanted. What was promised. You cannot touch me. I am the Dragon. I'm a dragon ! I want my crown !

Jorah Mormont : Look away, Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen : No.

Viserys Targaryen : Dany, tell them. Make them ! Make them... No, you can't ! Dany, please !

Khal Drogo : A crown for a King.

Jorah Mormont : Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen : He was no Dragon. Fire cannot kill a Dragon.


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