{"id":559,"date":"2018-09-17T10:48:36","date_gmt":"2018-09-17T14:48:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/?page_id=559"},"modified":"2019-04-07T10:11:39","modified_gmt":"2019-04-07T14:11:39","slug":"script-806-act-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.virtualfinalseason.com\/GoT\/script-806\/script-806-act-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Script 806 Act Two"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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ACT ONE<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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

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

EXT. ISLE OF FACES – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Sansa, Bran, and BRIENNE OF TARTH form a semicircle in the middle of the weirwood grove.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few CHILDREN OF THE FOREST observe from the shadows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRIENNE OF TARTH
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

If the Night King is on his way, it\u2019s not safe here. We should fall back to Harrenhal immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRANDON STARK <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s not safe anywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRIENNE OF TARTH
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

At least in a castle we have some hope of defending ourselves. Here we\u2019re open to attack on all sides. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

ASH moves toward them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ASH
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

There is another option. I can help Bran into his destiny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRANDON STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve already accepted my fate as the Three-eyed Raven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ASH
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ve learned tricks and gained wisdom, certainly. But you have yet to embrace what it fully means to hold that title.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ash places a hand on the trunk of the weirwood. A twiggy tendril starts growing from a low branch, twisting its way toward Bran. Sansa moves to grab it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

What are you doing? Stop!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRANDON STARK <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You made a promise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tendril touches his skin. Bran is thrown into a warg with a gasp. His eyes roam white, searching for something they can\u2019t see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Within seconds he\u2019s back to Bran.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It doesn\u2019t matter now. The Night King is on his way.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They all look at one another, concern etched on their faces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. SKY – NORTH OF KING\u2019S LANDING – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Viserion flies over a frozen Westeros.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night King sits on Viserion. A spiral of smoke catches his attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Viserion gently banks, and they fly toward it. Only a moment passes before they see the fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s a pattern \u2013\u2013 burning bodies arranged into the ALPHA symbol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night King looks into the air, across the land toward the Gods Eye. Another burning Alpha symbol is a distance away, beckoning him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His azure eyes flick to milky white as he wargs into…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. ISLE OF FACES – DAY<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

…Bran. Bran\u2019s dark brown eyes flash to blue, the Night King\u2019s eyes. He begins seizing, gasping for air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His arms thrash in front of him, as though attacking someone trying to strangle him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His hand grabs onto a weirwood and holds fast. The seizing gets worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brienne rushes to slice the tendril with her sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ASH
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You cannot. The Three-eyed Raven made a promise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRANDON STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

They say the best swords have names.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This stops Brienne short.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sansa moves to help Bran, but Ash grabs her wrist. Ash is stronger than she looks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ASH <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You cannot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The tree is killing him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ASH
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You made a promise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

He\u2019ll understand if I break it. He can\u2019t breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRANDON STARK
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I will shield your back and keep your counsel… <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

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

That\u2019s what you said to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRIENNE OF TARTH
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

And I pledged it to your mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ASH
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You both made promises. The gods see everything that happens in front of the weirwoods. Do you think they\u2019ll react well to a broken pact?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brienne grips Oathkeeper. Sansa puts her hand out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Brienne, stop. We must let this happen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brienne nods to her Lady.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. GODS EYE – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The lake surrounding the Isle of Faces is quiet, its glassy waters reflecting the stars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ripples disturb the serenity as a rowboat glides across. The Mountain pulls at the oars. Powerful. Methodical.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cersei and Qyburn sit opposite each other in the body of the boat. Cersei carries the baby, who is sleeping soundly. She looks at the baby\u2019s sleeping face. Her face softens. Almost imperceptible. But there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qyburn sees this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I think that went rather well. I\u2019d be shocked if he didn\u2019t take the bait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

If your research holds true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Oh, it will. Of that I have no doubt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The baby wakes and cries, cold and hungry. Cersei moves to hand him to Qyburn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Shut it up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Of course, My Queen. Do you have a method you recommend?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Are you challenging me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Never. You\u2019re known for your skills as a mother. You were so doting on your children.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It is not my child. I had three perfect angels. Now I have three perfect ghosts. Take it and shut it up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The icy glare she levels at Qyburn could rival the Night King. He takes the infant without another word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Still raging wildfire illuminates the war-torn streets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Burned and bloody, smallfolk wail. The remaining wights terrorize the city, intent on killing as many as they can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beric carries Daenerys\u2019 body in his arms. He looks at the carnage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A HOODED MAN walks toward him. Beric tenses, glances at the sheathed sword strapped to his own hip. He can\u2019t reach it, not without dropping Daenerys\u2019s body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man pulls back his hood, revealing himself to be VARYS. He looks at Daenerys, crestfallen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VARYS
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

My birds were right. I had hoped they would be wrong, in this instance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I\u2019m to keep anything from happening to her, keep her from changing. But it\u2019s going to be nearly impossible getting to safety through this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VARYS
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I know a way. Follow me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Varys pulls his hood back up and walks away. Beric follows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

It is dark and dank in the tunnel under Aegon\u2019s Hill. Varys carries a torch. Beric follows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dragon skulls loom from carved crevices. Their shadows dance on the walls in the torchlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Do you think Rhaegal will ever get so big?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VARYS
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

That would require him surviving this long night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

This is not what I saw in the flames. I don\u2019t see how this can possibly be what the Lord of Light intended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VARYS
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The entire city is on fire. Seems fitting for such a god.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

What do you know of Him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VARYS
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t presume to know anything where gods are concerned. But a god of shadow demons and burned children…it\u2019s not a stretch to think this is exactly what he wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Those had a purpose. We came here to fill a prophecy. The prophecy to save us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VARYS
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Prophecies are tricky things. More often than not, they are misread. Or, carried out differently than expected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They near the end of the tunnel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The throne room is a shadow of its former glory. The ceiling is blown away, its charred rafters letting snow and ash drift in. The hall is coated it a soft white layer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The stained glass windows are shattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The IRON THRONE sits at the head of the room. The glass panel behind it is gone. The iron outline of the seven-pointed star remains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A door opens on the side of the room. Beric and Varys walk in, footsteps muffled. They marvel at the great hall, once so regal, now just another ruin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beric gently places Daenerys\u2019 body at the base of the Iron Throne. He sits on the steps, looking bleakly across the hall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

This is not the future I came back six times to fight for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VARYS
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

This is what all battles lead to, even for the most just and righteous of causes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I really thought she was the answer. That we had enough to beat that icy bastard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VARYS
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s easier to have more living at the end of a war when your dead don\u2019t fight for the enemy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The men start as a door creaks open. Beric draws his sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

MELISANDRE enters, her eyes as red as her hair. She has been crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

MELISANDRE <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

So this is where our hope is laid to rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

VARYS
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Jon Snow could still prevail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

MELISANDRE
<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Daenerys was to play a role in bringing the light back to this world. Now there is nothing to stop the Great Other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They all stare at Daenerys\u2019 body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. ISLE OF FACES – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The rowboat gets closer to shore. The baby, still in Qyburn\u2019s arms, is crying harder than ever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qyburn pulls out a small vial of a dark liquid and pops the stopper out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

What do you think you\u2019re doing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Putting a stop to this incessant crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I don\u2019t want to give this Night King spoiled goods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

This is merely a sleeping draught.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Not at the expense of my deal. Put that vial away or I\u2019ll see to it that you get the first drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qyburn glances at the shore and is awestruck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night King stands at the water\u2019s edge, torch in hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Determined, Cersei smiles. It\u2019s finally time to make this deal, to seal her fate as the last living Queen of Westeros.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The boat scrapes against the icy shore. The Mountain climbs out and pulls it onto land. Cersei steps onto the snow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. SKY – ISLE OF FACES \u2013 SAME<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

High above, Jon circles on Rhaegal. He sees the boat landing, sees the Night King waiting for its occupants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The weirwood grove is just over a ridge, blocking it from the Night King\u2019s view. It\u2019s too small to land Rhaegal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon angles Rhaegal down to a clearing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. ISLE OF FACES – CLEARING – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Jon leaps off and draws his sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhaegal takes off into the sky as Jon moves silently toward the Night King.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. ISLE OF FACES – WEIRWOOD GROVE – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Bran sits nestled in the weirwood trunk, eyes white. Sansa studies her brother\u2019s face for insights on his condition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brienne stands guard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brienne sees a dragon dive down, then take to the sky once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRIENNE OF TARTH <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Lady Sansa, stay here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brienne heads for the clearing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. ISLE OF FACES – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

On shore, Cersei strides toward the Night King, baby cradled in her arms. The baby has finally stopped crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Across the ridge, Jon moves closer, taking time to keep surprise on his side. Longclaw is ready for blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cersei and the Night King face off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Do you understand the common tongue?
     (no response)
They say you were of the First Men. Shall we be of the last?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cersei holds the baby out to the Night King. The baby giggles and waves, oblivious to its impending transformation and demise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon raises his sword as he rushes in. He\u2019s intent on saving the child, murdering everyone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night King turns to look at this new attacker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brown eyes meet blue. The Night King\u2019s face is filled with hate as he draws his sword DAWN.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cersei slips the CATSPAW DAGGER from her cloak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brienne charges over the ridge to kill this evil bitch of a woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

No, Brienne!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alarmed, Cersei\u2019s hand moves to her neck, pulling skin away to reveal…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…ARYA STARK.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon skids to a halt, shocked<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Arya!
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night King wheels around as…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…Arya plunges the dagger toward the Night King\u2019s chest. Steel arcs toward ice, closer and closer until\u2013\u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night King grabs her wrist just before the tip of the blade connects. He wrenches Arya\u2019s wrist, forcing her to her knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon sees his sister in peril and runs harder. He won\u2019t lose Arya like he lost Rickon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Furious, Qyburn turns to the Mountain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Kill that bitch!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Mountain draws his monstrous sword. He looks at Arya, then back at Qyburn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Mountain swipes his sword down, cleaving Qyburn from shoulder to groin. The Mountain pulls off his helmet, showing he\u2019s THE HOUND \u2013\u2013 SANDOR CLEAGANE.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

SANDOR CLEAGANE <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Fucking smelled like death in there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BATTLING THE NIGHT KING, Jon brings Longclaw down in a deadly strike. The Night King releases Arya and parries Jon in one fluid motion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon kicks the Night King solidly in the chest. The Night King stumbles back, stunned by the blow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly, a red-eyed blur of white fur LEAPS past Jon. Snarling, jaws snapping, GHOST sinks his teeth into the Night King\u2019s arm and knocks the creature over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon pulls up Arya. He looks at the baby in her arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Get to safety!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

I can help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

You already have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brienne steps in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRIENNE OF TARTH <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve got her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Please, keep her safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

JON whirls as…<\/p>\n\n\n\n


…Ghost YELPS. The Night King shoves the direwolf off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night King stands. Jon advances on him. Snarling viciously, Ghost circles behind the Night King.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon and the Night King duel. Each time Jon advances, he presses the Night King back. Ghost is there, snapping at the Night King\u2019s heels and preventing the Night King from retreating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even so, the Night King is better. Parrying every strike, giving as many blows as he gets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night King looks off to the distance, sensing the arrival of another presence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. ISLE OF FACES – RIDGE – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Bran and Sansa crest the ridge. Bran examines the duel with grim serenity. He\u2019s making a plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bran\u2019s eyes go milky white as he wargs into the Night King, who suddenly cannot force himself to move or fight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night King is frozen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRANDON STARK<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Jon! Now!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

EXT. ISLE OF FACES – NIGHT<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Seizing this opportunity, Jon angles his blade for the Night King\u2019s chest. He hits the Night King perfectly in the heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the blade stabs into the icy chest, it SHATTERS. Longclaw is destroyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jon looks at the fragments of Valyrian steel in the snow, at the hilt in his hand. Hope drains from his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

END OF ACT TWO<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

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

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