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COLD OPEN\ufeff<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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\ufeffACT TW<\/a>O<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

ACT ONE<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

INT. WINTERFELL – GREAT HALL – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

SANSA STARK and BRAN STARK preside at the head table as NORTHERN LORDS clamor to be heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANSA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

My lords, all of your concerns will be addressed, if you\u2019ll just wait\u2013\u2013
(your turn.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

LORD MAZIN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

House Mazin has been loyal for hundreds of years. We\u2019ve never broken faith, not once. But now House Stark has broken faith with us<\/span>!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

NOISES OF AGREEMENT pass through the room. Sansa\u2019s expression is pained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANSA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

House Stark has not broken faith, my lord. You chose my brother as your king because you had faith in his wisdom\u2013\u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

LORD MAZIN<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

A mistake!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

LYANNA MORMONT
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

We did not choose a King in the North to have him fall on his knees before a Queen in the South.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

More MURMURS OF AGREEMENT.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANSA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

     (standing)
Many of you have known me since I was a babe. You knew my parents, and their parents before them. Which one of you thinks me a fool or a traitor?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silence. Their quarrel is with Jon, not Sansa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANSA STARK (CONT\u2019D)<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Then trust me when I say this: Jon
would die rather than betray you.
          (MORE)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANSA STARK (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Whatever choices he has made, he made them for the North.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRAN STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Jon is only a day\u2019s ride from Winterfell. Arya has already left to meet him. Wait for him. Hear what he has to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

LORD MAZIN<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

And why should we wait here while winter buries our fields in snow?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRAN STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The Night King and his armies have come through the Wall. Returning to your homes will not help you now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

LORD MAZIN<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

If the Wall has been breached, I\u2019ll be safer at Crossreach than here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANSA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

And who will be left for you to trade with \u2013\u2013 fight with \u2013\u2013 when the rest of Westeros is taken by the dead? Winterfell is the safest place we can be. We must hold strong, together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sansa sits. The murmurs in the room quiet, but they do not cease. Sansa and Bran share a concerned look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. CASTLE BLACK – COURTYARD – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

A single HORN CALL sounds, rousing DOLOROUS EDD, who is directing recruits in archery practice in the freezing morning air. He races to peer over the Wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Outside, an exhausted TORMUND GIANTSBANE and BERIC DONDARRION wait with an assortment of wounded and weary men in Night\u2019s Watch black.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DOLOROUS EDD <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Who goes there?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TORMUND GIANTSBANE<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

A band of fucking minstrels. Who do you think?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DOLOROUS EDD<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

How do I know you\u2019re not White
Walkers?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beric ignites his drawn sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BERIC DONDARRION <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

That good enough?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TORMUND GIANTSBANE <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Open the fucking gate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Edd debates with himself, then nods to the guard to open the gate. The Eastwatch survivors drag themselves inside as Castle Black men rush to help them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DOLOROUS EDD<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

What in seven hells happened?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TORMUND GIANTSBANE<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Fucking dragon happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BERIC DONDARRION <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Eastwatch is gone. We\u2019re all that\u2019s left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DOLOROUS EDD<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

There were dozens of men there!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BERIC DONDARRION <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Well, there aren\u2019t any more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DOLOROUS EDD <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Where is the Night King now?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TORMUND GIANTSBANE <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Headed south. You\u2019re guarding a prisoner who\u2019s already smuggled out. You might as well be pulling on your cocks for all the good you\u2019re doing now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BERIC DONDARRION<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

We need to go south and join the Northern armies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DOLOROUS EDD<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

We can\u2019t go south. We took vows. No Lord Commander has ever abandoned his post, not in the history of Westeros.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BERIC DONDARRION <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

We\u2019re doing a lot of things that have never been done in Westeros.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TORMUND GIANTSBANE<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You do what you like. I\u2019m going south. Jon Snow is in Winterfell. He\u2019ll need our help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BERIC DONDARRION <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m going too.
     (to Edd)
You can be the Lord Commander who kept to your post. Or you can be the Lord Commander who saved the ass of everybody in Westeros.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That does it. Edd surveys the Eastwatch survivors and Castle Black men with different eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DOLOROUS EDD <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

They\u2019ll need to rest, and eat. Distribute armor. We\u2019ll leave at first light for Winterfell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beric and Tormund share a silent moment of triumph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. KINGSROAD (NEAR CERWYN) – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK sits astride her horse. She\u2019s at the top of a hill, keeping a sharp lookout at the Kingsroad. A far-off screech makes her look up. Two dragons circle in the distance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya watches, awed, until she notices a disturbance on the horizon. She squints. Dust emanates from thundering hooves, squeaking wagons, and the marching feet of the Unsullied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the procession becomes clearer, Arya kicks her horse into a canter, heading down the hill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. KINGSROAD<\/strong> (NEAR CERWYN) – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

As Arya\u2019s horse approaches the royal procession, she is loosely enveloped on all sides by advance Dothraki riders. RHOZO, a Dothraki bloodrider, approaches Arya.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I need to speak with Jon Snow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

RHOZO <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

     (broken English)
Go home. You don\u2019t pass here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I will pass here. He is my brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

RHOZO<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

     (In Dothraki, to other riders)
The little mouse has a death wish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhozo pulls his arakh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

RHOZO (CONT\u2019D)
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

     (to Arya)
Go. Now. Or die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya sighs and pulls Needle from her scabbard. Such a waste of a good Dothraki soldier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I do not want to hurt you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

RHOZO<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

     (in Dothraki)
The mouse carries a stick!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The other Dothraki chuckle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

RHOZO (CONT\u2019D)<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

     (to Arya)
Go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya dismounts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

No.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya holds her sword at the ready. Rhozo dismounts. He and Arya circle each other, ringed by watching Dothraki.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without warning, Rhozo swings his curved blade in huge hacking motions, ludicrously powerful against Arya\u2019s skinny sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya doesn\u2019t flinch. She ducks and weaves, deflecting his blade, meeting strength with cunning and grace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The procession draws closer. More voices and faces join the ring of Dothraki guards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhozo lets out a yell and chops down with all his might. Arya meets him with Needle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But Rhozo forces Arya to drop her sword. He grabs Arya around the waist, dropping his own weapon as he pushes her to her knees. Rhozo assumes the stance behind her, fumbling with his clothes, ready to take her from behind as Dothraki men take women.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya pulls her Catspaw dagger from her belt and cuts Rhozo\u2019s hand. Rhozo lets go. Arya springs upright, driving the hilt of her dagger into Rhozo\u2019s temple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhozo falls on his back. Quick as a flash, Arya stands over him, her dagger pointing toward his skull as Needle traces the bulge in his loincloth. His eyes widen as he registers the threat to both of his heads.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The circle of onlookers parts for two newcomers, but Arya doesn\u2019t take her eyes off Rhozo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN (O.S.) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

What is the meaning of this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

He needed a lesson in civility.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN (O.S.) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

And who are you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Arya?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya glances behind to see Jon and Daenerys, who have caught up from the main procession on their horses. Jon slides off his horse, transfixed by the girl in front of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya sheathes Needle and turns her back on the Dothraki. Without a word, she jumps into Jon\u2019s arms. Jon closes his eyes and Arya smiles into his shoulder, fighting back tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW (CONT\u2019D)<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

How?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

     (pulling away)
Not here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya turns to Daenerys, who has been watching this encounter with benevolent confusion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m Arya Stark of Winterfell. Is there somewhere we can speak?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. TARGARYEN CAMP – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

JORAH MORMONT walks through the activity as men and women set up camp. He carries a tankard of water and enters the largest tent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

INT. TARGARYEN CAMP – TENT – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

MISSANDEI, TYRION LANNISTER, and VARYS stand behind Daenerys and Jon, who sit at a low table with Arya. Jorah hands the water to Arya, who nods her thanks and drinks deeply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The Northern lords are unhappy. They don\u2019t like being told they have a new queen. Especially a Southern one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Have they disbanded?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

When I left, Sansa was convincing them to stay until your arrival. But they\u2019re not your only problem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

What do you mean?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The Army of the Dead is marching south. The Wall has been breached. The Night King rides into battle on a dragon that breathes blue fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys pales. She leans over and grips the edge of the table with white knuckles. Jorah moves to help her. Tyrion glances at Daenerys and tries to distract from her moment of weakness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Blue fire? How do you know this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

     (deflecting)
We got a raven.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon runs a tired hand over his forehead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

If the Night King comes south and the banners have disbanded, we\u2019ll be as defenseless as babes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

We are far from defenseless. We have the Unsullied, the Dothraki, and the dragons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s not enough. The Army of the Dead is a hundred thousand strong, and growing with every kill. The Northern banners have fifty thousand men by themselves. We need their numbers to even the odds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

How do we know if the raven\u2019s message is true?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya bristles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I would not come all this way if we didn\u2019t believe it to be true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

We should prepare. I\u2019ll need to speak with the banners as soon as we arrive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ll<\/span> speak with them? Alone? You told me the Northern lords would come to accept me as their queen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon touches Daenerys\u2019s sleeve lightly, and Arya notes the fond gesture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

And they will. But it took some time for me to see you as you are. It may take them<\/g> time too. And time is something we have in short supply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Have I traveled all this way to let someone else speak for me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ve traveled<\/g> all this way to win the heart of the North. Allow me to serve you by speaking with the Northern lords.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys looks to Tyrion, who nods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I need time to think.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Of course.
     (a beat)
Arya, you must be tired. I\u2019ll show you to your tent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys watches as they leave her behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. TARGARYEN CAMP – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Jon and Arya stroll through the camp. Spying Rhozo among a group of Dothraki, Arya\u2019s hand tightens on Needle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

No one will hurt you here. You have my word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You don\u2019t need to protect me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

What kind of brother would I be if I didn\u2019t?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The smart kind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon gestures to Needle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Has it served you well?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Better than you can imagine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m sorry you had need of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Where did you get the dagger?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Bran gave it to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

How did Bran get a Valyrian steel dagger?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s a long story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon shakes his head.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK (CONT’D)<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

How did you<\/span> end up bedding a Targaryen?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

What?
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya smiles, mischief dancing in her eyes. Jon snorts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You always were sharp.
     (beat)
Are you disappointed in me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Father married a Southern girl. And yours has dragons.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon pulls Arya into a one-arm hug as they walk together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

INT. RED KEEP – COUNCIL CHAMBER – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

CERSEI LANNISTER sits at the head of the small council table with QYBURN at her right. They are alone at a table that once held more than half a dozen advisors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CERSEI LANNISTER
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

How long until the Golden Company reaches the Blackwater?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

QYBURN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

They are at least a week away, Your Grace. More if the wind is uncooperative.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CERSEI LANNISTER <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

We need them here. After that dragon whore\u2019s attack on our supply train, we have too few fighters by my measure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

QYBURN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I understand, your Grace. But there is another matter to consider.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cersei unconsciously rests a hand on her stomach as she registers the threat in his words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CERSEI LANNISTER<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Oh?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

QYBURN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

There is some…unrest in the city, Your Grace. Rumors are spreading about Daenerys and her magical powers. Walking through flames and such.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CERSEI LANNISTER
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Crib tales for the feeble-minded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

QYBURN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

There are plenty of feeble-minded people in Flea Bottom who believe them. There\u2019s talk of supporting her claim to the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CERSEI LANNISTER <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Is that so?
     (beat)
Issue an order to the Gold Cloaks and the Queensguard. Anyone who utters a word in support of that white-haired witch is to be executed for treason.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qyburn bows and leaves Cersei. She is now entirely alone, just her and a vast expanse of table where her loyal advisors should be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. THE SILENCE – DECK – SAILING \u2013 NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The huge ship creaks and moans on the waves. Strong winds gust as storm clouds hide the stars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

YARA GREYJOY is lashed to the mast. She is windswept, wet, and exhausted, but she still struggles at her bonds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EURON GREYJOY drags KINVARA, the red priestess, by the arm. Kinvara is gagged and bound, but unlike Yara, she no longer struggles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

YARA GREYJOY
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Small cock, smaller brain \u2013\u2013 Father was right about you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EURON GREYJOY
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Your beloved father is a stain on the rocks. The carrion birds are shitting his opinions into the ocean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Euron lets go of Kinvara and moves toward Yara, the gleam of a madman in his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

YARA GREYJOY
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

A real brave man you are, stealing women and killing old men. Slaying your own kin. I can hardly breathe for fear of you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EURON GREYJOY
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

In the kraken\u2019s embrace, you\u2019ll be gasping for sure.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Euron grinds against Yara, who turns away in disgust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EURON GREYJOY (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Little Yara, you have no idea the plans I have for you. Watch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Euron leads Kinvara to the ship\u2019s railing. Yara can\u2019t help but watch as Euron unsheathes his dagger. He caresses Kinvara\u2019s cheek with the blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EURON GREYJOY (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Shame. You\u2019re quite pretty. Or at least, you were.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Euron draws the dagger across Kinvara\u2019s forearm. He holds her arm over the side of the ship, letting her blood trickle into the dark waters below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yara searches Kinvara\u2019s face, which is strangely blank. Euron\u2019s face is a mask of maniacal joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

YARA GREYJOY <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Blood magic? Are you mad?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EURON GREYJOY
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The Drowned God, horse gods, fire gods, blood gods \u2013\u2013 I pray to them all. And they all answer me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Euron tilts his head back to soak in the gale, then smiles as the wind calms. The sails fill with a steady stream of air, and the ship moves smoothly through the now-gentle waves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yara looks at the clearing night sky in disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. TARGARYEN CAMP – CLEARING – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Arya sits by a campfire. The sounds of camp life swirl around her as she sharpens Needle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dothraki drums beat nearby, their rhythm matched by the scrape of Arya\u2019s blade against the whetstone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE stumbles through the clearing, holding a wineskin. He collapses onto the grass. He stretches his feet out and rests his head on a log. Arya\u2019s hands pause mid-task.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I heard there was a new cunt in camp. No one told me it was the Stark bitch.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya resumes sharpening Needle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Which am I then? A cunt or a bitch?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You left me to be eaten by crows. You\u2019re both.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

How did you survive?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Death isn\u2019t too keen on my company.
     (long beat)
Why? You planning to arrange another meeting?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arya tests Needle\u2019s point against her finger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Might do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I think I just wet myself.
     (beat)
Am I still on your fearsome little list then?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

No.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

So what poor bastard is next on your list?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t have a list anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Why? Lost your taste for killing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

My sword is as sharp as yours. Sharper, probably. The list helped me fall asleep. I sleep well enough now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

So what do you plan to use your sharp little sword for, then? Cutting vegetables in the kitchens?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Protecting what\u2019s mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandor regards her. She\u2019s calm, not the angry little girl he knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ve gotten smarter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

And you\u2019ve gotten stupid. You\u2019ve drunk so much wine you couldn\u2019t fight off a child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Do you want to test that notion?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Sure.
     (beat)
Let me go find a child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandor laughs and raises his wineskin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Then why are you here? Why pledge yourself to a queen you wouldn\u2019t die for?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Where else, little wolf? You think I\u2019m going run to my cozy home, where my loving <\/em>brothers and sisters are waiting for me. Bah!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This brings Arya up short.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You saved my life. You saved my sister\u2019s life. You went beyond the Wall with Jon. We could find a room at Winterfell, if you want it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandor catches her eyes, testing the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ARYA STARK (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019d have to take a bath first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandor relaxes, takes a swig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEGANE
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You high born cunts, all alike.
Fancy ass clothes and castles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandor offers Arya his wineskin. Arya drinks deep, then hands it back to him. She resumes sharpening Needle as the odd pair sit in comfortable silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. TARGARYEN CAMP – CLEARING – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys sits on a rock wall. Drogon nuzzles next to her. Dany strokes his snout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tyrion approaches but gives Drogon a wide berth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Are you well?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Yes.
     (beat)
No. No, I suppose not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The loss of your dragon is a terrible tragedy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I know no one can understand. But these dragons are<\/span> my children.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Children come in many forms. I had a niece and nephew once whom I loved like my own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Were they raised from the dead and enslaved by the Night King?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

No. Not last I heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

How can I save the North if I can\u2019t even save my own child?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Northerners are proud people. They don\u2019t want saving. They want a leader. You are the best leader I have ever known.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

They\u2019ve already chosen a leader.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

They haven\u2019t met you yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Drogon moves away from the rock wall. Tyrion climbs up and sits beside Daenerys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Jon would have me sit quietly while he speaks to the lords on my behalf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Jon knows the North. But you cannot win over the people by sitting in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

So what would you have me do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The Starks carry a great deal of power in the North. You<\/span> can offer power in the South. Show them all how beneficial this alliance could be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

And if they decide they\u2019d rather forfeit a powerful alliance than accept a Southern queen?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

No one forfeits power, my Queen. Not in Westeros.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They sit together, the Queen and her Hand, watching her dragons take flight against the night sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

END OF ACT ONE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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COLD OPEN<\/a>
<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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ACT TWO<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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