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The Hound and another man grunt as they duel. Men and women look on
from nearby. The Hound knocks the other mans shield away, and knocks the
man off of a wall. The camera pans up from the man to where Joffrey stands
in a tent, watching.
Two men drag the man away, leaving behind a trail of blood. A boy walks over
to clean up the blood.
The announcer gestures in the opposite direction, but no one comes forward.
SER DONTOS: No. Uh, no, Your Grace. I had - I had two cups of wine.
JOFFREY: Two cups? (Dontos nods). That's not much at all. (Joffrey gestures
to some wine). Please, have another cup.
JOFFREY: Yes, to celebrate my name day. (Smiles) Have two, have as much
as you like.
JOFFREY: Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos celebrate my name day. See that he
drinks his fill.
Ser Meryn and two other kingsguard grab Ser Dontos. They bring him into a
more open area nearby. Ser Dontos is forced on his knees. One kingsguard
keeps Ser Dontos down. Ser Meryn and the other kingsguard get a funnel and
a barrel of wine. Ser Meryn forces the funnel into Ser Dontoss mouth. The
kingsguard with the barrel begins pouring the wine down the funnel. Ser
Dontos begins gurgling and struggles a little bit.
SANSA: I only meant it would be bad luck to kill a man on your name day.
JOFFREY: (Sighs). Take him away. I'll have him killed tomorrow, the fool.
The barrel and funnel are removed, and Ser Dontos is released. He pukes out
a mixture of blood and wine onto the ground.
SANSA: He is. A fool - you're so clever to see it. He'll make a much better fool
than a knight. He doesn't deserve the mercy of a quick death.
JOFFREY: Did you hear My Lady, Ser Dontos? (Ser Dontos is forced onto his
feet). From this day, (Standing up), you'll be my new fool.
SER DONTOS: Thank you, Your Grace. (Bows). And you, My Lady, thank
you.
Tyrion, Bronn, and a number of hill tribesman appear from the right. People
murmur and look their way.
TYRION: We looked for you on the battlefield. (Joffrey sits down). You were
nowhere to be found.
TYRION: What a fine job you've done. (Turns to Myrcella). Look at you.
(Kisses her). More beautiful than ever. (Turns to Tommen). And you! You,
you're going to be bigger than the Hound, but much better looking. (Tyrion
smiles. He and Myrcella laugh). This one doesn't like me.
Tyrion gestures towards the Hound. Bronn looks over at the Hound and
smiles wryly.
BRONN: Can't imagine why.
TYRION: Me, too, dear. Death is so boring, especially now with so much
excitement in the world. (Looks at Sansa). My Lady, I'm sorry for your loss.
Tyrion bows to Sansa. Joffrey looks over at her, and back to Tyrion.
TYRION: But still her father. Surely having so recently lost your own beloved
father you can sympathize.
SANSA: My father was a traitor. My mother and brother are traitors, too. I am
loyal to my beloved Joffrey.
TYRION: Well, (Gulps down his wine), enjoy your name day, Your Grace.
Wish I could stay and celebrate, but there is work to be done.
JOFFREY: What work? (Bronn and the tribesmen follow Tyrion. Joffrey stands
up). Why are you here?
The council members sit at a table. A man walks to the table with a covered
bird cage.
PYCELLE: The raven arrived from the Citadel this morning, Your Grace. The
conclave has met, (The man sets the cage down and removes the cover),
considered reports from Maesters all over the Seven Kingdoms, and declared
this great summer done, at last. The longest summer in living memory.
VARYS: The peasants say, a long summer means an even longer winter.
BAELISH: We have enough wheat for a five-year winter. If it lasts any longer,
(Shrugs indifferently), we'll have fewer peasants.
JANOS: The city's drowning in refugees, Your Grace, fleeing the war. We
have nowhere to house them, and with winter coming, it'll only get worse.
Cersei gestures to a servant. The servant comes to take the raven off of the
table.
CERSEI: You command the City Watch, do you not, Lord Slynt?
CERSEI: Then do your job. Shut the gates to the peasants. They belong in
the field, not our capital.
Tyrion begins whistling from a distance. Everyone at the table turns to watch
him approach.
TYRION: Don't get up. More ravishing than ever, big sister. (Kisses Cersei on
the cheek). War agrees with you. Forgive the interruption, carry on.
CERSEI: What are you doing here?
TYRION: (Sits down) It's been a remarkable journey. I, (grabs a glass), pissed
off the edge of the Wall, I slept in a sky cell. (Pours himself wine). I fought with
the hill tribes. So many adventures, so much to be thankful for.
CERSEI: What are you doing here? This is the small council.
TYRION: Yes., well, I, do believe the Hand of the King is welcome at all small
council meetings.
Tyrion pulls out a letter. He hands it to Varys, who opens it, and begins
reading it.
VARYS: Your father has named Lord Tyrion to serve as Hand in his stead
while he fights -
CERSEI: Out! All of you out. (The small council members all get up and leave
until it is only Cersei and Tyrion. Cersei stands up and approaches Tyrion). I
would like to know how you tricked father into this.
TYRION: Quite right. You did nothing when your son called for Ned Stark's
head. Now the entire North has risen up against us.
TYRION: Did you? You failed. That bit of theater will haunt our family for a
generation.
TYRION: Who's won every battle he's fought. Do you understand we're losing
the war?
TYRION: Nothing. But I know people. And I know that our enemies hate each
other almost as much as they hate us.
TYRION: I'm only here to advise him. And if the King listens to what I say, the
King might just get his Uncle Jaime back.
CERSEI: How?
TYRION: You love your children. It's your one redeeming quality. That and
your cheekbones. The Starks love their children as well. And we have two of
them.
CERSEI: One.
TYRION: One?
LORD: My Lord, may the Old Gods watch over your brother and all our
northern sons.
A long queue of people are waiting to speak with Bran. The man speaking is
addressing Bran and Maester Luwin, who are both sitting at a large table.
LORD: The walls of my Holdfast will not stand the winter. The stones were
last mortared in the time of King Aerys, and I'm afraid the masons today are
not fit to carry their fathers' hammers. When I was a boy, I remember seeing
them put up a new tower at Torrhen's Square in a summer. Men worked back
then. Today, my Holdfast looks like it was built by drunk children. At night you
can hear the wind howling through the gaps. And the Gods forbid it rains.
Why, I might as well sleep beneath a waterfall.
LORD: Generally, yes, but I've sent all the young men off to fight Robb Stark's
war.
BRAN: King Robb. And it's not his war. He didn't choose it.
LORD: Maybe not, My Lord, but he called in his Banners, and took the men.
BRAN: Joffrey killed my father, your liege lord. Do you remember your vows,
Ser?
LORD: Of course I remember!
LUWIN: We can spare four masons for a week, My Lord. Will that be sufficient
to repair your walls?
LUWIN: Nor did I. But listening to people you'd rather not listen to is one of
your responsibilities as Lord of Winterfell. (Bran sighs). Lord Portan.
PORTAN: (Walks forward). My Lord, may the Old Gods watch over your
brother and all our northern sons.
EXT. WOODS
Hodor walks with Bran on his back, closely following Osha. Osha squats next
to some plants. Hodor continues walking.
OSHA: Boil this for an hour and drink the tea. Makes all your pain go away.
Osha pockets some of the plant.
Bran points, and Hodor changes direction, heading for the godswood. Osha
turns and begins following them.
BRAN: I don't. Heard some of the men talking about the comet. (Bran looks up
at the comet). They say it's an omen. They say it means Robb will win a great
victory in the South.
OSHA: Did they? (Hodor is kneeling next to the pool in the godswood. Osha
begins unstrapping Bran from Hodors back). I heard some other fools say it's
Lannister Red. Means the Lannisters will rule all Seven Kingdoms before long.
I heard a stable boy say it's the color of blood, to mark the death of your
father.
Osha places Bran on the ground. He begins crawling towards the edge of the
pool.
OSHA: The stars don't fall for men. The red comet means one thing, boy.
Dragons.
BRAN: The dragons are all dead. They've been dead for centuries.
Some people walk through the desert. The camera pans up to reveal
Daenerys, with Drogon on her shoulder, and her Khalasar. Daenerys attempts
to feed Drogon some meat, but he refuses.
Doreah looks down dejectedly. Daenerys gets Drogon off of her shoulder and
into his cage. At the front of the group, a horse suddenly collapses. Jorah jogs
forward to investigate. Daenerys follows after him. Daenerys kneels down to
look at the horse. She looks up at Jorah, who shakes his head. Daenerys
looks down sadly.
JORAH: I remember.
JORAH: This is further east than I've ever been. But, yes, Khaleesi, everything
ends, even the red waste.
JORAH: They are too weak to fight, as are your people. You must be their
strength.
Daenerys says something in Dothraki, calling Rakharo and some others over.
She then stands up, and addresses Rakharo and two others.
Rakharo and the other two riders walk away. Later, as Rakharo is almost
ready to leave, Daenerys approaches him.
Rakharo and the other two riders take off. Daenerys stares at the red comet,
looking troubled.
CUT TO: BEYOND THE WALL
EXT. WOODS
The party reaches a large camp. Some of them dismount. The camera pans
up to view a large wooden house in the center.
EDD: I was born in a place like this. Later, I fell on hard times.
The camera moves through the camp, to show some of the women working.
EDD: All the other wildlings for a hundred leagues have disappeared.
Craster's still here. He must be doing something right.
SAM: Hmm?
CRASTER: People make all sorts of plans. I haven't seen Benjen Stark in
three years. Haven't missed him. Always treated me like scum. (Sips his
wine). Haven't had any good wine for a long time. You Southerners make
good wine, I'll give you that.
JON: (Standing off to the side of the room) We're not Southerners.
CRASTER: Who's this little girl? You're prettier than half my daughters. You
got a nice wet twat between your legs? What's your name?
CRASTER: Snow, eh? Listen to me, bastard. All you lot from south of the
Wall, you're Southerners. But now you're in the North, the real North.
LORD MORMONT: The lad meant no harm.
LORD MORMONT: No one will talk to your daughters, you have my word.
(Turns to Jon) Now, sit down and shut your mouth.
LORD MORMONT: We did. We passed through six villages on the way here.
All six were abandoned. Where have all the wildlings gone?
CRASTER: You want to know where they've all gone? North! To join up with
Mance Rayder Your old friend.
LORD MORMONT: He's no friend of mine. He broke his vows, betrayed his
brothers!
CRASTER: Oh, aye. But once he was just a poor black crow. And now he's
King-Beyond-the-Wall.
LORD MORMONT: He's been calling himself that for years. Whats he king
of? A frozen lake somewhere?
LORD MORMONT: You'll have another one made at Castle Black. (Hands the
axe to Craster). Here.
CRASTER: (Inspecting the axe). Oh, that's some lovely steel. (Loudly brings
the axe down). You want to know what Mance Rayder is doing? Gathering an
army. What I hear, he's already got more men than any of your southern
kings.
CRASTER: When you're all the way north, there's only one direction to go.
LORD MORMONT: These are bad times to be living alone in the wild. The
cold winds are rising.
CRASTER: Let them come. My roots are sunk deep. (Grabs Gilly) Wife, tell
the Lord Crow how content we are.
GILLY: This is our place. Our husband keeps us safe. Better to live free than
die a slave.
CRASTER: Don't it make you jealous, old man, to see me with all these young
wives and you with no one to warm your bed?
CRASTER: Oh, aye, and you chose the path with no one but boys on it.
(Stands up). You'll be wanting to sleep beneath my roof, I suppose, and eat
me out of pigs.
LORD MORMONT: (Stands up) A roof would be welcome. It's been hard
riding. We've brought our own food and good steel for you.
CRASTER: (Addressing the group). Any man lays a hand on one of my wives,
he loses the hand. And I see this one, (Gestures towards Jon), staring too
long, I might just gouge his eyes out.
Mormont roughly grabs Jon and pins him against a wooden post.
LORD MORMONT: You want to lead one day? (Jon nods). Then learn how to
follow.
EXT. BEACH
The camera pans down from the red comet to Maester Cressen, holding a
torch and running. Melisandre can be heard speaking in the distance.
MELISANDRE: Take them and cast your light upon us. For the night is dark
and full of terrors.
THE GROUP: (In unison) For the night is dark and full of terrors.
Cressen reaches the group and hands his torch to another man.
MELISANDRE: After the long summer, darkness will fall heavy on the
world. Stars will bleed.
After a long silence, Melisandre approaches Cressen and caresses his face.
MELISANDRE: You smell of fear, fear and piss and old bones. Do you want to
stop me? Stop me.
MELISANDRE: In the ancient books, it's written that a warrior will draw a
burning sword from the fire. And that sword shall be Lightbringer. Stannis
Baratheon, warrior of light, your sword awaits you.
Stannis approaches one of the burning effigies as everyone else looks on. He
pulls a sword out from the base and carries it high, to applause. When he
sticks it in the sand, the crowd kneels.
Stannis then walks away, almost forgetting to bring his wife with him. The rest
of the crowd gets up to leave moments later. Davos and Cressen stay behind
a moment to talk.
CRESSEN: This woman will lead him into a war he cannot win.
DAVOS: Stannis is our king. We follow where he leads, even if we don't like
the path.
CRESSEN: (Scoffs) King. Since that boar killed his brother, every lord wants a
coronation.
Cressen looks crestfallen. Davos walks away with the sword. Cressen looks
up at the burning effigies.
Matthos reads out a letter for Stannis to proofread, as they and some other
characters sit around a table.
MATTHOS: And I declare upon the honor of my house that my beloved
brother Robert le-
STANNIS: He wasn't my beloved brother. (Matthos looks up). I didn't love him,
he didn't love me.
MATTHOS: That my brother Robert left no trueborn heirs; the boy Joffrey, the
boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella, being born of incest between Cersei
Lannister and her brother Jaime Lannister. By right of birth -"
Matthos adds in the Kingslayer, and continues. Davos notices Cressen slip
something into his own glass of wine.
MATTHOS: "And her brother Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. By right of birth
and blood, I do this day lay claim -"
STANNIS: Make it Ser Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. Whatever else he is,
the man's still a knight.
STANNIS: When Eddard Stark learned the truth, he told only me. I'll not make
the same mistake. Send copies of that letter to every corner of the Realm,
from the Arbor to the Wall. The time has come to choose. Let no man claim
ignorance as an excuse.
DAVOS: Your Grace, the Lannisters are the true enemy. If, for the time being,
you could make peace with your brother -
STANNIS: I'll not make peace with Renly while he calls himself King.
DAVOS: Well, many have already declared for him; Mace Tyrell, Randyll
Tarly.
MELISANDRE: Stannis does not need to beg this lord or that lord for support.
The Lord of Light stands behind him.
DAVOS: And how many ships has the Lord of Light got in his fleet?
DAVOS: I'm sure he doesn't, but we do if we're going to war. If not Renly,
Your Grace, join forces with Robb Stark.
STANNIS: Who would steal the northern half of my kingdom. I've always
served thieves according to their desserts, as you well know, Ser
Davos. Joffrey, Renly, Robb Stark, they're all thieves. They'll bend the knee or
I'll destroy them.
Cressen stands up with the drugged glass of wine, and walks over to where
Melisandre is sitting.
Melisandre stands up. Everyone at the table reaches for their own wine
glasses. Cressen takes a sip of the drugged wine and offers it to Melisandre.
Davos nervously watches her take the glass. Cressen begins to stumble and
bleed from his nose. Melisandre drink a large portion of the wine. As he falls
to the floor dead, Davos and many others stand up. Melisandre
appears unphased by the poison.
MELISANDRE: The night is dark and full of terrors, old man, but the fire burns
them all away. Your Grace.
The camera pans over a watchtower to a wide shot of the camp. In the camp,
Robb stark is led by a man with a torch to where Jaime is being held. Robb
enters Jaimes cage, where he is tied to a wooden pole, a good distance from
the walls of the cage.
JAIME: King in the North. I keep expecting you to leave me in one castle or
another for safekeeping, but you drag me along from camp to camp. Have you
grown fond of me, Stark? Is that it? I've never seen you with a girl.
ROBB: If I left you with one of my bannermen, your father would know within a
fortnight, and my bannerman would receive a raven with a message, "Release
my son and you'll be rich beyond your dreams. Refuse and your house will be
destroyed, root and stem.
JAIME: You don't trust the loyalty of the men following you into battle?
ROBB: Oh, I trust them with my life. Just not with yours.
JAIME: Smart boy. What's wrong? Don't like being called boy? Insulted?
Robb looks behind Jaimes cage. As Jaime nervously strains to look behind
him, Grey Wind can be heard heavily walking to the front of the cage.
With Grey Wind now fully in view, Jaime loses his brave facade.
ROBB: You're held captive by a boy. Perhaps you'll be killed by a boy. (Grey
Wind enters the cage. Jaime looks very nervous). Stannis Baratheon sent
ravens to all the high lords of Westeros. King Joffrey Baratheon is neither a
true king nor a true Baratheon. (Jaime focuses back on Robb). He's your
bastard son.
JAIME: If that's true, Stannis is the rightful king. How convenient for him.
ROBB: My father learned the truth. That's why you had him executed.
JAIME: I was your prisoner when Ned Stark lost his head.
ROBB: Your son killed him so the world wouldn't learn who fathered him. And
you... you pushed my brother from a window because he saw you with the
queen.
JAIME: You have proof? Or do you want to trade gossip like a couple of
fishwives?
ROBB: I'm sending one of your cousins down to King's Landing with my
peace terms.
JAIME: You think my father's going to negotiate with you? You don't know him
very well.
Robb nudges Grey Wind towards Jaime and leaves the cage. Grey Wind
growls in Jaimes face and comes close to biting him. Jaime closes his eyes in
preparation, but when he opens them back up, Grey Wind is gone.
Shae hops down from the balcony, and walks back into the room.
SHAE: I love the stink. I love the noise. Cities make me want to fuck.
TYRION: Yes, well, you need to be careful. No one can know you're here.
TYRION: You can't trust anyone in King's Landing. They're all liars; good liars,
bad liars, one or two great liars.
TYRION: Me? I'm not from here. I'm a slave to the truth.
SHAE: Truth? (Laughs) You are the biggest little liar I have ever met.
TYRION: Why do you think I am so little? I'm being, (Lays down on the bed
with Shae), crushed beneath the weight of all that truth.
TYRION: Ned Stark actually slept on this, as if the poor man didn't suffer
enough. One of the many changes we'll have to make around here.
INT. HALLWAY
A servant boy can be seen scrubbing something on the floor, as Baelish walks
down a hallway next to a courtyard. Cersei and some kingsguard approach
from behind.
CERSEI: Ned Stark's youngest daughter Arya... we can't seem to locate her.
BAELISH: Curious.
CERSEI: If we choose to negotiate with the Starks, the girl has some value.
Whoever finds her, well, you know what they say about Lannisters and debts.
BAELISH: Well, you could ask Varys where she is. He'll have an answer for
you. Whether you believe it,,, Myself, I have always had a hard time trusting
eunuchs. (Smiles) Who knows what they want?
BAELISH: Yes.
BAELISH: I'm glad you like it. Some people are fortunate enough to be born
into the right family. Others have to find their own way.
CERSEI: I heard a song once about a boy of modest means who found his
way into the home of a very prominent family. He loved the eldest daughter.
Sadly, she had eyes for another.
BAELISH: When boys and girls live in the same home, awkward situations
can arise. Sometimes, I've heard, even brothers and sisters develop certain
affections. And when these affections become common knowledge, well, that
is an awkward situation, indeed. Especially in a prominent family. But
prominent families often forget a simple truth, I've found.
CERSEI: Seize him. (Cerseis guards seize Baelish). Cut his throat. (A guard
holds a knife to Baelishs neck). Stop. Wait. I've changed my mind. Let him go.
(The guards let Baelish go). Step back three paces. Turn around. Close your
eyes. (The guards do as Cersei says). (To Baelish) Power is power. Do see if
you can take some time away from your coins and your whores to locate the
Stark girl for me. I would very much appreciate it.
Cersei walks away from Baelish, her guards following close behind. The
servant boy scrubbing the floor looks up at Baelish.
ROBB: I offer your cousins peace if they meet my terms. First, your family
must release my sisters. Second, my father's bones must be returned to us so
he may rest beside his brother and sister in the crypts beneath Winterfell. And
the remains of all those who died in his service must also be returned. Their
families can honor them with proper funerals.
ROBB: Third... Joffrey and the Queen Regent must renounce all claim to
dominion of the North. From this time, till the end of time, we are a free and
independent kingdom.
ROBB: Neither Joffrey nor any of his men shall set foot in our lands again. If
he disregards this command, he shall suffer the same fate as my father, only I
don't need a servant to do my beheading for me.
ROBB: These are my terms. If the Queen Regent and her son meet them, I'll
give them peace. If not, I will litter the south with Lannister dead.
ROBB: Oh, is he? You'll ride at daybreak, Ser Alton. That will be all for tonight.
After everyone else leaves the tent, Theon approaches Robb.
ROBB: You don't have to call me Your Grace when no one's around.
THEON: The Lannisters are going to reject your terms, you know?
THEON: We can fight them in the fields as long as you like, but we won't beat
them until you take King's Landing. And we can't take King's Landing without
ships. My father has ships and men who know how to sail them.
THEON: Men who fought King Robert to free themselves from the yoke of the
South, just like you're doing now. I'm his only living son. He'll listen to me. I
know he will. I'm not a Stark. I know that. But your father raised me to be an
honorable man. We can avenge him together.
CATELYN: They say a million rats live in the sewers of King's Landing. Shall
we rally them to fight for us?
ROBB: Yes. And now I'm the one rebelling against the throne. Before me, it
was father. You married one rebel and mothered another.
CATELYN: I mothered more than just rebels, a fact you seem to have
forgotten.
ROBB: If I trade the Kingslayer for two girls, my bannermen will string me up
by my feet.
CATELYN: You want to leave Sansa in the Queen's hands? And Arya, I
haven't heard a word about Arya. What are we fighting for if not for them?
ROBB: I'll send Rodrik to watch over the boys, cause tomorrow, you'll ride
south to the Stormlands.
ROBB: Because I need you to negotiate with Renly Baratheon. He's rallied an
army of 100,000. You know him. You know his family.
CATELYN: I haven't seen Renly Baratheon since he was a boy. You have a
hundred other lords -
ROBB: Which of these lords do I trust more than you? If Renly sides with us,
we'll outnumber them two to one. When they feel the jaws beginning to shut,
they'll sue for peace. We'll get the girls back. Then we'll all go home for good.
Cersei and her guards enter the throne room. Extensive work is being done,
overseen by Joffrey.
JOFFREY: Returning this room to its proper appearance. Say what you will
about the Targaryens, they were conquerors. That is a seat for a conqueror. It
needs a room to match it, not vines and flowers.
CERSEI: Perhaps. But if not, we need her. They'll never give Jaime back to us
for Sansa alone.
JOFFREY: I think they might. They're weak. They put too much value on their
women. (Walks towards the throne).
CERSEI: We need to set our armies to the task of finding her. Send out as
many men as we can. I'm sure if you asked grandfather -
JOFFREY: We're at war. All our lives are in danger. I heard a disgusting lie
about Uncle Jaime. And you.
CERSEI: Our enemies will say anything to weaken your claim to the throne.
JOFFREY: Someone believes it. Father had other children? Besides me and
Tommen and Myrcella?
JOFFREY: I'm asking if he fucked other women when he grew tired of you.
How many bastards does he have running -
Cersei instinctively slaps Joffrey. It grows quiet as many workers look over at
Joffrey and Cersei. Joffre looks up shocked, and then around to the workers in
the room. Cersei appears nervous.
JOFFREY: What you just did is punishable by death. You will never do it
again. Never. (Joffrey begins to walk away). That will be all, Mother.
INT. BROTHEL
A man and a woman are having sex. The woman is shrieking loudly.
ROZ: No, no, no, no. Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound? Ease
into it. Slowly, with passion.
The man and woman go back to having sex, this time with the woman slowly
moaning.
ROZ: Go wash yourselves. Put some clothes on. Both of you are working
tonight.
ROZ: We do things differently here, Daisy. This isn't some five-copper bawdy
house in Hayseed Hall.
ROZ: Don't call him Littlefinger, he doesn't like it. Lord Baelish.
As they enter a new room, a prostitute and two men with her get up to leave.
ROZ: She pretends she doesn't speak the common tongue so that people will
think she's exotic. She grew up just down the road in flea bottom.
ROZ: She's a dumb slut, really, but a lid for every pot. (Janos enters the
room). Lord Commander. Good to see you, again.
ROZ: You do realize this establishment is owned by Lord Petyr Baelish, the
King's Master of Coin. Coin which goes in many pockets.
JANOS: Orders.
Some gold cloaks force Mhaegan and her baby, Barra, into the room. She
begins crying. The prisoner looks at Barra, and back to Janos. He then nods.
A gold cloak lets go of the prisoner and takes the Barra from Mhaegan.
The gold cloak holds a knife to the babys throat, hesitantly. Throughout the
whole ordeal, Mhaegan continues begging for Barras life.
After a moment, Janos takes out a knife and grabs the baby.
Janos kills the baby just off screen, and Mhaegan shrieks. Janos and the
other gold cloaks leave the brothel.
EXT. A DOCK
GOLD CLOAK: Spread out! Search every house, every room. Look in every
room.
INT. A HOUSE
Some gold cloaks burst into a house and kill the inhabitants.
EXT. A DOCK
Outside again, a gold cloak tosses a young boy into the water and proceeds
to drown him.
EXT. STREET
Some gold cloaks hold back a large mob as a baby is carried away. A gold
cloak looks on as the baby is presumably killed.
INT. SMITHY
Janos and a number of gold cloaks arrive at the smithy. A gold cloak is
holding the blacksmiths face near some hot coals.
JANOS: Where?
Gendry loads some things into a cart, and then helps Arya up onto the cart
with him. The camera goes to a wide shot of the group Yoren is leading to the
wall.