GAME OF THRONES
“The Pack Survives”
Written by Kasey Collins
Based on A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin
EXT. WINTERFELL – GATES – DAY – FLASHBACK
The sun rises over Winterfell. The Stark banner hangs proudly on the towering stone walls.
A young CATELYN STARK, barely 18 years of age, stands at the outer gates. Waiting.
The silence is broken by a faint but strong march. The sound grows louder until a silhouette breaks the horizon. Catelyn catches her breath.
The figure makes it over the hill to reveal a young EDDARD STARK riding his horse. The SOLDIERS of Winterfell follow close behind holding Stark BANNERS high. Catelyn smiles. Her husband is home.
Catelyn walks out to meet Ned as he dismounts from his horse.
Welcome home, my love.
They meet in a comforting embrace, new lovers reunited once more. He kisses the top of her head.
It is good to be back.
Gods, you must be tired from such a long journey. Come inside, we’ll get you something to eat.
Ned doesn’t move. They remain in their embrace. Catelyn runs her fingers through his hair.
CATELYN STARK (CONT’D)
Your hair is longer than the last time I saw you. I suppose that is not the only thing changed since the war.
It certainly isn’t.
He’s beautiful, Ned. He truly is. Bright eyes just like his father.
She heads for the gate, but Ned does not follow.
What is it? Don’t you want to meet your son?
There is nothing I want more in this world. And I am hoping you feel the same.
This confuses Catelyn.
Ned signals to a KNIGHT. The knight brings a bundle in his arms. He hands it to Ned and steps back. Ned looks down at the BABY.
I don’t understand. Ned, whose child is that?
This is my son. I swore to his
mother I would take care of him.
His name is Jon Sn–-[ow].
WHACK! Catelyn slaps Ned. There is nothing left to say.
She walks through the gate alone. Ned watches his wife leave him. A soft sound grabs his attention. BABY JON smiles.
INT. WINTERFELL – CRYPTS – DAY – FLASHBACK
Torchlight cascades off the crypt walls in waves. LYANNA STARK’S BODY is carried on a stone slab by four men. Lyanna is covered in cloth from head to toe.
The men set the slab down. A long SWORD is delicately put between Lyanna’s hands. The men lift the body once more and place her in an open tomb. Ned watches.
One of the men starts to seal the tomb.
The man stops.
EDDARD STARK (CONT’D)
I wish to say goodbye.
One by one the men leave until it is just Ned and the body. Finally alone.
Ned unsheathes another SWORD. The sword of Dawn. Blood remains caked on the blade. He removes the sword that rests in Lyanna’s hands and replaces it with DAWN. Ned rests his hand on his sister’s.
EDDARD STARK (CONT’D)
I will keep my promise, dear sister. My dear Lyanna. You have my word. Aegon will be loved.
Ned releases his hold on Lyanna’s hand.
INT. WINTERFELL – GREAT CHAMBER – NIGHT – FLASHBACK
Catelyn lies in bed, her face red from crying. Ned’s side of the bed is noticeably empty. A noise startles Catelyn. Nobody comes.
Catelyn lies back down until another sound disturbs her. A baby’s cry. Catelyn hesitates before getting out of bed, her face simmering with anger.
INT. WINTERFELL – NURSERY – NIGHT – FLASHBACK
Catelyn enters. Two cribs stand side by side. A devastating reminder. The baby continues to cry. Catelyn goes to a crib. She looks down at BABY ROBB.
Robb smiles up at his mother. Catelyn combs through his auburn hair.
Another cry from Jon interrupts this moment. Catelyn turns to the other crib.
Catelyn stares at the wailing baby with his jet black locks as he continues to scream into the night.
Baby Jon’s face is red in anguish. He needs a mother’s touch.
EXT. WHITE HARBOR – HILL – DAY – PRESENT
JON SNOW sits astride his horse. His anguish echoes his past. The survivors of the Battle of Winterfell slowly trek toward their refuge.
White Harbor stands in all its glory. Its harbor is full of ships creaking in the wind. The outer sea wall defends the city with its many looming towers.
The KNIGHTS OF THE VALE lead the refugee procession on their horses. Those on foot stagger from exhaustion.
A WILDLING collapses in the snow. LORD MAZIN leans down. He grabs the wildling and tries to hoist him up.
RHOZO, a Dothraki soldier, rides up. He reins in his horse to avoid the fallen wildling and Mazin. The horse’s hooves narrowly miss Mazin’s head.
Watch where you’re going, you fucking swine! Nearly took my head off!
The Dothraki responds unkindly in his native tongue as he guides his horse around them.
Jon watches as the procession continues. DAVOS SEAWORTH guides his horse beside Jon.
We need to set up camp. It’ll be nightfall soon. Winter does not look kindly on the wounded.
I’ll see to it right away, Your Grace.
Jon flinches at the title. Davos retreats to carry out his orders. Jon looks back to watch his people. He breathes in the cold air and exhales slowly, trying to catch his breath.
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