{"id":376,"date":"2018-09-12T20:40:47","date_gmt":"2018-09-13T00:40:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/?page_id=376"},"modified":"2019-04-06T23:38:20","modified_gmt":"2019-04-07T03:38:20","slug":"scripts-801-act-two","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/annotated-scripts\/scripts-801-act-two\/","title":{"rendered":"Script 801 Act Three"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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ACT TWO<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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ACT FOUR<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

ACT THREE<\/u><\/strong> <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

INT. RED KEEP – THRONE ROOM – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The throne room is the picture of opulence. Sunlight gleams off the Iron Throne and Cersei\u2019s silver crown. Cersei is holding court.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The little Flea Bottom girl is pushed in front of Queen Cersei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

What brings you to my court, little dove?
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qyburn addresses the court.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

She was found in Flea Bottom, Your Grace. She was pretending to be Daenerys Targaryen. She called herself \u2018the Unburnt.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Murmurs race through the courtiers. Cersei holds up her hand to silence them. Then she holds out her hand to the little girl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Come, little dove.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl pads up the steps to the Iron Throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CERSEI LANNISTER (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Tell me. How old are you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

LITTLE GIRL <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Almost seven, Your Grace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

And what does a girl of seven know of Daenerys Targaryen?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

LITTLE GIRL
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

She has silver hair and three big dragons. She can walk through fire, and fly high as the clouds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

And would you like to fly?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

LITTLE GIRL
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Girls can\u2019t fly, Your Grace. Only Daenerys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

And why is that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

LITTLE GIRL
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

\u2019Cause she\u2019s the Dragon Queen. When she comes, her dragons will melt the snow. We will be warm again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whispers echo through the throne room. Cersei\u2019s smile stiffens. The little girl looks from person to person, trying to understand what she has done wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You\u2019d like to be warm, little dove?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hesitantly, the little girl nods. Cersei smiles more widely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. WINTERFELL – CORRIDOR – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Sansa walks down the corridor when Tyrion catches up with her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Lady Sansa!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sansa turns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Lord Tyrion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

May I walk with you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sansa nods. They assume a slow pace, the air thick with shared history.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

That could have gone better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Are the Northern lords always so…unyielding?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

They\u2019re good, loyal men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I\u2019m sure they are.
     (beat)
          (MORE)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

TYRION LANNISTER (CONT’D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys is much the same, you know. If you give her a chance, I think you\u2019ll find\u2013-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It\u2019s not me you need to convince.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Of course. But I know how people see you here. We\u2019re a long ways from King\u2019s Landing.
     (long beat as they walk)
How have you fared since we last met?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Well enough since we took back Winterfell. And you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Oh, quite well, quite well.
     (beat)
Well, there was a small incident with some slavers in Mereen, but it was all part of a larger plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (smiling)
Ah.   
     (beat)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I didn\u2019t kill Joffrey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I never thought you did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You were wise to run.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I was too stupid to know I was supposed to run. Littlefinger smuggled me out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

He has always been enamored of you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

He should have saved himself the trouble. My suitors tend to meet with unpleasant fates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Oh, I don\u2019t know. I\u2019m doing all right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (joking)
You\u2019re not my suitor. And there was<\/u> that incident with the slavers in Mereen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Well said, my lady.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (correcting him)
Lady Stark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Of course. Lady Stark.
     (beat)
I envy you that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

My name?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Your certainty. I have always been a Lannister, and yet I have never been a Lannister.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (joking)
The disgraced daughter and the demon monkey. I remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (genuine)
I\u2019m touched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (kindly)
Lannisters are not welcome in Winterfell. A demon monkey, however…I should hope he would be very comfortable here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (genuinely)
That is most kind of you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

No kinder than you were to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She pauses at an adjoining hallway. She turns to Tyrion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I should see to the others. I am glad you are well, Lord Tyrion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tyrion bows and watches her walk away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (sotto)
It\u2019s good to see you, Lady Stark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Yara is dozing fitfully in her chains, still lashed to the mast in soiled clothes. Her mouth is bloody and swollen, as though she\u2019s been punched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sky is clear and bright, the sea calm. A beautiful day interrupted by a kick in the gut. Yara\u2019s eyes pop open. Euron stands over her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Wake up. How can you sleep on such a beautiful day?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It\u2019s easier to stay awake while the sun\u2019s up, if you have a cabin to sleep in at night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You could share mine. It\u2019s a nice little room. Cozy. Bed\u2019s just big enough for one. Or two, if one\u2019s on top.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yara tries to muster up some spit to hawk at him, but she\u2019s too dry. Euron notices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

My poor niece. Are you hungry?
     (off her non-response)
I think it\u2019s time to break the fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Euron puts two fingers in his mouth and gives a shrill dog-whistle. A sailor comes around the corner, bringing Kinvara, who is conscious but again strangely vacant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (dawning realization)
What are you doing? Why are you doing this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You have to give them what they want. That\u2019s why the Iron Islands have always failed. The Ironborn are just takers. They rape, they reive. They think so small. But me, I give.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Euron takes hold of Kinvara and propels her to the side of the ship. Kinvara\u2019s eyes widen with fear as he pulls out his dagger. Euron winks at Yara, than slices Kinvara\u2019s throat and pushes her into the ocean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Is that supposed to frighten me? I\u2019ve killed a hundred men in worse ways than that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (mock surprised)
A hundred men you say! The Drowned God must fear the very ocean you sail on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I will meet the Drowned God knowing that I am more of the Iron Islands than you will ever be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Hang the Iron Islands. I am to marry the queen. Do you understand what that will make me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

As dead as the woman you just pushed overboard. Cersei would never let you live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Euron whispers in Yara\u2019s ear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Nor I her. Once there\u2019s a crown on my head and my cock in her cunt, there will be no more reason for her. She will have a tragic accident.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

And what reason is there for me? I can\u2019t make you a king. Do you plan to push me overboard too?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Oh, no. Not yet. And you\u2019re wrong. You will make me a king. You\u2019re from the royal family of the Iron Islands. Your blood is precious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Euron pulls a small bundle of meat and cheese from his pocket and pushes it into Yara\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Eat up. Can\u2019t have you losing that pretty figure, now can we?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He walks along the deck, whistling \u201cThe Rains Of Castamere.\u201d In the waters below, something ENORMOUS and FAST pulls Kinvara\u2019s body beneath the waves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. WINTERFELL – GODSWOOD – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Bran sits in his chair next to the weirwood tree, waiting. The leaves whisper in the wind. The sound of footsteps crunching in the snow punctures the stillness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon and Sam appear, their breath lingering in the cold. Sam sits on the bench. Jon remains standing, looking up at the weirwood tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I took my vows under a tree like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

With Samwell Tarly. I know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I keep hearing that you know things. But I don\u2019t understand how<\/span> you know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SAMWELL TARLY
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I told you. He\u2019s the Three-eyed Raven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (joking)
You only look like you have got two eyes to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

They said \u2018For the Watch.\u2019 When they stabbed you.
     (beat)
Thorne never liked you.
          (MORE)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRAN STARK (CONT’D)
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

But the others? They loved you. And you loved them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

How do you know that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You need to understand. The things I see, the things I know, they\u2019re real<\/u>. And you need to know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Bran, what happened to you beyond the Wall…I couldn\u2019t protect you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You know nothing, Jon Snow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Do not say that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon turns away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SAMWELL TARLY <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Jon. Please. It\u2019s important.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something in Sam\u2019s voice makes Jon turn back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I know you\u2019ve always wondered. Who your parents were.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Are you saying you know who my mother was?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Tell me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You and I are<\/u> related. But we\u2019re not brothers. Not even half-brothers. We never were.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Of course we are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

No. Your father wasn\u2019t a Stark. Your mother was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

My mother…?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SAMWELL TARLY<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Lyanna. Your aunt. She gave birth to you in a tower in Dorne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

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

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

Rhaegar Targaryen was your father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon pales.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The Mad King\u2019s son? The man who stole Lyanna and raped her, and left her to die?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SAMWELL TARLY<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t like that. Jon, they were married. They were in love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

That\u2019s not possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It\u2019s true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (standing)
No! I\u2019m Jon Snow, son of Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. I don\u2019t care what powers you say you have. That is who I am. Your brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You are Aegon Targaryen. The trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, and the true heir to the Iron Throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

How did I get here, then? Why would my father \u2013- your father \u2013- why would he raise me as a bastard and not tell me of my true parentage?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SAMWELL TARLY
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

He was protecting you, Jon. You\u2019d have done the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon stares at the face on the weirwood tree, pondering his past, his future, his present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Torchlight flickers over the statue of Ned Stark, throwing his carved face into relief. Jon stands before Ned\u2019s tomb, speaking to the stone as though Ned himself were standing in front of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I never wanted anything more than to be your son. To be true born. Eat at your table. Carry your name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s a pause, as though he\u2019s waiting for Ned to answer. But of course, there is no answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You told me next time I saw you, you\u2019d tell me about my mother. Were you going to tell me the truth? Or would I have lived and died without knowing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Footsteps echo in the crypt. Sansa appears, her red hair and pale skin gleaming in the torchlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Bran just told me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon gestures at Eddard\u2019s tomb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I have so many questions for him, and I will never have the answers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Look at me. You are the heir to the Iron Throne. You cannot run from this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I don\u2019t want the Iron Throne! I just want to be a Stark, to be part of this family.
  (beat)
I don\u2019t even know what to call myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Call yourself what you want. Names change.
          (MORE)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANSA STARK (CONT’D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve been called Lannister, Bolton, traitor, whore. What does it matter what your name is?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It matters! All I\u2019ve ever wanted is to have your name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You have us<\/span>. Me, and Arya, and Bran. You are father\u2019s child as surely as any of us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

How can you say that when you know what I am?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Because I see him in your eyes. I hear him in your words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

How can I be a dragon in the North or a wolf in the South?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It\u2019s what you are. How can you be anything else?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I\u2019ve already pledged my word that Daenerys will sit on the Iron Throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You know the truth now. That is more important than your promises.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I\u2019ll not break my vow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You\u2019ve pledged yourself to Daenerys. There\u2019s no reason she can\u2019t pledge herself to you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Honor demands\u2013- (that I keep my vow.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Father was ruled by honor, and I watched his head fall from his shoulders.
          (MORE)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANSA STARK (CONT’D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

There is no honor in forfeiting your claim because you\u2019re too stubborn to do what\u2019s right for your people.
     (beat)
The King in the North is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. Do you not understand what that means for everyone who looks to you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

They\u2019ll flay me alive when they find out I\u2019m half Targaryen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

They\u2019re scared. They want to know you won\u2019t abandon them. That you\u2019ll protect them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You told me yourself that no one can protect anyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

That doesn\u2019t mean you shouldn\u2019t try. Targaryen or not, they\u2019re still your people. Be their king. Tell them what they need to hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sansa gazes up into Ned\u2019s stone face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It\u2019s what father would have done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. GODSWOOD – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys trails through the snow, running her hands over the frost-caked trees. She\u2019s never seen forests like this. She\u2019s never felt the cold burn of snow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She comes across Bran sitting by the weirwood tree and hesitates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

There\u2019s no need to be afraid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I\u2019m not afraid. May I join you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bran nods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DAENERYS TARGARYEN (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Arya said you can see things. That you know unknowable things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Your dragon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys sits on the bench.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Can you see him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Where is he?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

A hundred leagues north. Not far.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Is he hurt? Can he feel pain?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I do not know. Can the dead feel?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

How do I save him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

A white walker cannot be saved. Only destroyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

A dragon is not a slave. Viserion is still in there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

He\u2019s not your Viserion anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I can feel him calling to me. I will find a way to win him back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Not until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys is startled by his words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Why are you really here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You know<\/span> why I\u2019m here. To save my dragon. To save the North. To be queen of Westeros.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You know you will never sit on the Iron Throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I know no such thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

But you do. Have you forgotten what you saw in the House of the Undying?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

     (to herself)
The throne. Covered in snow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You did not touch the throne, nor sit upon it. You turned away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It was only a dream. Less than a dream; a moment of madness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

There can be truth in dreams and madness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Can you see into the future? Can you tell me true that I will never rule?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bran looks up at the weirwood and its blood red leaves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The future branches. There are many possibilites.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Then I will rule, because I must<\/span>. I made a promise to bring change to Westeros. I will not rest until it comes to pass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bran regards her sadly, this woman who cares so much, yet knows so little and refuses to accept his counsel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You should speak to Jon. He\u2019s waiting for you, on the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bran turns back to the weirwood. After a moment, Daenerys stands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Someone once told me that I couldn\u2019t have children.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The witch. Mirri Maz Duur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Is it true?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It\u2019s a prophecy. Prophecies surround you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys nods and leaves Bran sitting alone beneath the weirwood tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/div>\n\n\n\n

END OF ACT THREE<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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ACT TWO<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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ACT FOUR<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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