{"id":378,"date":"2018-09-12T20:41:27","date_gmt":"2018-09-13T00:41:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/?page_id=378"},"modified":"2019-04-06T23:37:59","modified_gmt":"2019-04-07T03:37:59","slug":"scripts-801-act-four","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/annotated-scripts\/scripts-801-act-four\/","title":{"rendered":"Scripts 801 Act Four"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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ACT THREE<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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ACT THREE\ufeff<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

ACT FOUR<\/strong><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

EXT. WINTERFELL – CRENULATIONS – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys glides along the walkway in the lightly falling snow. Flakes cling to her silvery hair like tiny jewels. She joins Jon, who\u2019s brooding at the vast expanse before him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I can see why you like it here. It\u2019s peaceful, in its way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You should have seen it before, in the summer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Was it very different?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

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

She takes note of his sadness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

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

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

There is something I need to tell you. I swear, I didn\u2019t know. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys takes a step back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Go on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You know I was raised a bastard. I never knew who my mother was. I thought she was someone my father met on the road when he was off to fight in Robert\u2019s rebellion. But I was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You\u2019ve learned her name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Aye. And my father\u2019s. Lord Stark protected me all these years \u2013\u2013 from the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Why did he need to protect you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Because the rebels were slaughtering Targaryen babes in their sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I don\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon gently turns her to face him. She searches his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Eddard Stark wasn\u2019t my father. My father\u2019s name was Rhaegar Targaryen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Rhaegar Targaryen?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She laughs out of pure disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

He married my mother, Lyanna Stark, in secret. They named me Aegon. Aegon…Targaryen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Rhaegar\u2019s children were murdered in the rebellion. So was he.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It\u2019s the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The truth? You are Northern. You live in ice and snow. You are no dragon.
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JON SNOW
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Aye, the North is in my blood, but I am<\/u> Aegon Targaryen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Bran told you this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Aye. And Samwell Tarly found record at the Citadel of Rhaeger\u2019s annulment for Elia Martel and his secret marriage to Lyanna Stark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Tarly, that name keeps haunting me as much as my own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Sam is like a brother to me. He\u2019s a good man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dany nods, accepting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Tyrion advised me against punishing the Tarlys. Do you expect me to kneel to you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Of course not. I promised you my sword and my loyalty, and both remain yours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You speak of loyalty? A moment ago you told me that you have the superior claim to the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Aye, by blood and birth, but the throne is meant for you. You have the love of your people, and the loyalty of your army. I have no wish to stand in your way. We need to stand together, as kin if nothing more. When the fighting is done, if you wish me to remain in the North, I will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys considers this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

If you go against me, there will be no mercy for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I have no wish to go against you, now or ever. I need you with me to win this war.
     (beat)
Will you stand with me before the Northern lords?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Do you think it wise to tell them?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

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

Beat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Then I will stand with you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

INT. CASTLE BLACK – COURTYARD – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Dolorous Edd, Beric Dondarrion, and Tormund Giantsbane are overseeing the preparations for the journey south. Men pile food into crates and polish weapons. Tormund steals a wineskin from a man whose arms are full of them and takes a swig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

We\u2019re going to need that for medicine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

My poor lonely heart aches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Miss Jon, do you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tormund advances on Beric with flared nostrils, but they\u2019re interrupted by a steward, who hands a scroll to Dolorous Edd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dolorous Edd opens the scroll, pretends to read it, nods, and dismisses the steward. Then he hands it to Beric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

What\u2019s that say?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Got…full…wight…hunt tomorrow? Gods, his letters are horrible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It\u2019s Watch speak. The Night\u2019s Watch is coming to Castle Black.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

And we\u2019re going to hunt us some fucking wights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tormund holds up his wineskin in a silent toast, and the other men grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. KING\u2019S LANDING – FLEA BOTTOM – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The Queensguard march through the street, four of them carrying a large box. Torchlight gleams off their weapons and helms. Scared faces peek out of the shadows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Queensguard stop in the street where the little girl was playing that morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A Queensguard PAINTS something on the wall as… <\/p>\n\n\n\n

…other guards pry the top off the box.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Smallfolk cover their noses. The smell of scorched meat fills the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Out of the box, a guard lifts the charred, brittle body of the little girl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

GASPS fill the streets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A WOMAN utters a heart-wrenching WAIL when she sees the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Someone HISSES. A rock flies from the shadows to hit a Queensguard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The six guards pull their swords as more rocks fly, then dung, sticks, and debris. Bodies press forward in a wave of helpless anger. A pack of men overwhelms a guard, killing him brutally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Queensguard retreats, cutting their attackers down one by one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the flickering torchlight, the newly painted words are finally visible. Large black letters above the corpse\u2019s head spell out \u201cTHE UNBURNT.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The Northern lords are once again assembled. Tyrion, Varys, Jorah, and Missandei wait with Daenerys. Arya, Bran, and Sansa sit together at the head table. This time, Jon paces as he talks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW
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You all know me as a bastard, and still you named me king. For your trust, and your loyalty, I will be forever grateful. I was raised a Stark in all but name.
          (MORE)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW (CONT’D)
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The North runs as deep in my blood as it does in yours.
     (beat)
But I have just learned of my true lineage. Eddard Stark is the father I remember, and the father I love. But he was not my father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s a pause as this sinks in. No one is pleased by this news.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I am the trueborn son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instant uproar. Jon holds up his hands to ask for silence, and the room slowly calms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I know this seems impossible. But I am both Stark and Targaryen. By birth alone, Daenerys and I both have a claim to the Iron Throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

More chatter. Again Jon gestures for silence.  Sansa studies the Northern lords.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I have no interest in ruling Westeros. My desire is to serve you. To serve the North. So as the man you named king, I ask you to trust my choice to support Queen Daenerys. I ask you to fight with us as one army, to defeat the forces we cannot fight separately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

If what you say is true, you\u2019re not truly of the North. You\u2019re a Targaryen, not one of us. Why should we not pick a new king amongst ourselves, and let him lead us into battle?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

My mother was Lyanna Stark. The North is more a part of me than anything I\u2019ve ever known. The white walkers don\u2019t care about Houses. They don\u2019t care about bloodlines. How much do you think our bloodlines will be worth when we\u2019re bleeding into the snow?
          (MORE)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON SNOW (CONT’D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Targaryen, Lannister, Stark, Karstark, Mormont \u2013\u2013 we are one people now. I have looked the Night King in the eye, and I will<\/u> stand and fight him. Who among you will fight with me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Murmurs run through the room, but no one speaks until Lyanna Mormont stands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I chose you to lead because I believed Ned Stark\u2019s blood ran through your veins. 
     (short pause)
But if what you say is true, you are the son of Lyanna Stark<\/em>. I was named for your mother, and I\u2019ve heard tales of her since I was in my crib. You have Stark blood in you. And Stark honor. When I spoke for you, I said that you were my king and the North remembers. I will honor my vow. I know no king, but the King in the North.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She turns to Daenerys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

LYANNA MORMONT (CONT\u2019D) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

But House Mormont supports the King in the North, and only<\/span> the King in the North.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are shouts of agreement. Daenerys is silently furious.
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Suddenly, a HORN sounds from the wall.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bran draws everyone\u2019s attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Last Hearth has fallen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon and Sansa look at each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. WINTERFELL – COURTYARD – SAME<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The guards heave the gate open. NED UMBER stumbles in, covered in muck, his fingers blue with cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRAN STARK (V.O.) <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Ned Umber is the only survivor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Jon and Daenerys, as well as every person in the great hall, hang on Bran\u2019s next words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The Night King is headed for Winterfell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tyrion looks to his queen. Jon looks to Sansa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The wind howls. The gale might well knock Yara over if she wasn\u2019t bound to the mast. Euron grips Yara\u2019s wrist and slices through the ropes. He drags her to the bow of the ship.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Terrified, Yara struggles. Euron ties her to the bow, facing outward \u2013\u2013 a live figurehead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yara tries to shout, but her voice is carried away on the wind. Euron closes his eyes and whispers something. The sea below Yara shimmers with a phosphorescent glow. A shadowy outline appears below the surface.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It expands as it moves, stretching an enormous distance around and behind the ship.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Euron has a maniacal gleam on his face as he pulls out his dagger. Yara screams as he plunges the dagger into her arm. Her blood streams into the sea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thing beneath the water stirs. A giant TENTACLE rises from the frothing water. It soars up to the bow and gropes for Yara, attaching itself to her exposed, bloody flesh. It latches on to suck her royal blood as she screams into the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CUT TO BLACK.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

END OF EPISODE 801<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

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EPISODE 802<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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ACT THREE ACT THREE\ufeff ACT FOUR EXT. WINTERFELL – CRENULATIONS – NIGHT Daenerys glides along the walkway in the lightly falling snow. Flakes cling to her silvery hair like tiny jewels. She joins Jon, who\u2019s brooding at the vast expanse before him. DAENERYS TARGARYEN I can see why you like it here. It\u2019s peaceful, in its […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":222,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"template-script.php","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-378","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/378","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=378"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/378\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/222"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=378"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}