Yes?
For you, my lady.
How far is Mole's Town?
Sansa.
Lady Brienne.
When I heard you had escaped Winterfell, I feared the worst.
You have no idea how happy I am to see you unharmed.
"Unharmed"?
What are you doing here?
I rode north with the Knights of the Vale to come to your aid.
They're encamped at Moat Cailin as we speak.
To come to my aid?
Did you know about Ramsay?
If you didn't know, you're an idiot. If you did know, you're my enemy.
Would you like to hear about our wedding night?
He never hurt my face.
He needed my face, the face of Ned Stark's daughter.
But the rest of me,
he did what he liked with the rest of me
as long as I could still give him an heir.
What do you think he did?
- I can't begin to contemplate... - What do you think he did to me?
Lady Sansa asked you a question.
- He beat you. - Yes, he enjoyed that.
What else do you think he did?
- Sansa, I... - What else?
Did he cut you?
Maybe you did know about Ramsay all along.
I didn't know.
I thought you knew everyone's secrets.
I made a mistake, a horrible mistake.
I underestimated a stranger.
The other things he did,
ladies aren't supposed to talk about those things,
but I imagine brothel keepers talk about them all the time.
I can still feel it.
I don't mean in my tender heart it still pains me so.
I can still feel what he did in my body standing here right now.
I'm so sorry.
You said you would protect me.
And I will.
You must believe me when I tell you that I will.
I don't believe you anymore.
I don't need you anymore. You can't protect me.
You won't even be able to protect yourself if I tell Brienne to cut you down.
And why shouldn't I?
Do you want me to beg for my life?
If that's what you want, I will.
Whatever you ask that is in my power, I will do.
What if I want you to die here and now?
Then I will die.
You freed me from the monsters who murdered my family,
and you gave me to other monsters who murdered my family.
Go back to Moat Cailin.
My brother and I will take back the North on our own.
I never want to see you again.
I would do anything to undo what's been done to you.
I know that I can't.
Will you allow me to say one more thing before I go?
Your great-uncle Brynden the Blackfish
has gathered what remains of the Tully forces and retaken Riverrun.
You might consider seeking him out.
The time may come when you need an army loyal to you.
I have an army.
Your brother's army.
Half-brother.
You're not ready.
You should go home before it's too late.
You'll never be one of us, Lady Stark.
She has a point.
None of the first Faceless Men were born to lords and ladies.
They began as slaves in the mines of Valyria.
Who was the first?
He was no one.
The Many-Faced God taught him how to shed his face
and how to give the gift.
The man taught others in exchange for their service.
Many served, many more gifts were given.
Soon all the masters and overseers were gone and the Faceless Men fled.
Where did they go?
Here.
They founded the Free City of Braavos and built this house.
These were the faces they wore in life
when they were not wearing others.
The first Faceless Men.
And now a girl is one of them, if a girl desires.
A girl has no desires.
Who?
An actress who calls herself Lady Crane.
She performs at the theater in Sheelba Square.
A girl has been given a second chance.
There will not be a third.
One way or another, a face will be added to the hall.
Murdered by a boar.
The great big hairy whore.
He dug in his tusks, and dug out my guts,
and soon I am no more.
Come, Father, in bed you must lie.
I love you, Father. Please don't die.
Shut up, you swine! Cersei, more wine.
I feel the winds of winter as they lick across the land.
And our son alone on that cold, cold throne
without a guiding hand.
Who will teach him strength? Who will teach him grace?
To whom will he turn when it's time to learn to look darkness in the face?
Ned Stark will do fine. Now, bring me more wine.
Ooh... What's happened here, then?
He brought you here, Ned Stark, 'cause you're the brightest fellow in the land.
You should be king of us all
and I should be your Hand.
We men of the North are right good hands at keeping people lawful.
I'd ask him for permission, but he smells too bloody awful.
I die. I die.
And here, I now must lie.
Oh, woe. Oh, no...
Oh, I am about to go.
Will you stay on as Joffrey's Hand?
The Iron Throne's what I demand.
- You cannot. - I can.
- You will not. - I will.
- You dare not. - I dare yes.
The line of succession.
What's that mean?
- The proper progression. - What's that mean?
- The lawful ascension. - What's that mean?
So move along, give me my chair
and there won't be no more trouble.
But we had a deal all done and dusted.
I'm starting to think you can't be trusted.
Save my father.
Truly you should. Killing the man will do you no good.
- Save him, please. - Show him mercy.
Show the people what a good king should be.
Good people, you may all relax.
My father's friend shall be spared the...
Father! No!
Father...
Worry not, all is well.
I have here a decree
from my father Tywin Lannister, the richest man you'll see.
He proclaims me Hand of the King.
The position's mine for life.
And he's given me permission to take
Sansa as my wife.
You'll learn that what I lack in height, I make up for in appetite.
So let's forget about your plight, and go rehearse our wedding night.
It's a wart. Two warts.
I've got two fucking warts on my cock.
Well, don't worry, love. They usually go away in five or six years.
Oh. Wash this, darling. It stinks of me.
You can do better, Bianca, dear. You must do.
I had two lines.
There are no small parts. You rang very false.
I rang very false?
What you need, love, is for someone to ring you true.
You weren't complaining about me last night.
May I get you some wine, Lady Crane?
I'm a rum girl, Bobono.
You need to know that if we're going to be intimate.
- Of course we're going to be intimate. - It's only a matter of time.
To our children.
May they have your talent.
And your filthy mind.
A girl will poison the rum.
Lady Crane is the only one who drinks it.
If a girl could use one of the faces from the hall...
A girl is not ready.
She's a good actress.
So a man has heard.
Seems like a decent woman.
Does death only come for the wicked and leave the decent behind?
No.
Who wants her dead?
That does not matter. The price was paid.
The younger actress.
She's jealous because Lady Crane is better.
A girl must decide if she wants to serve the Many-Faced God.
A girl has decided.
A servant does not ask questions.
No! No! No!
It was you.
You made the White Walkers.
We were at war.
We were being slaughtered.
Our sacred trees cut down.
We needed to defend ourselves.
From whom?
From you.
From men.
We speak in the presence of the Drowned God.
In his name we gather today to choose a new king as our leader.
Who makes a claim?
I am Yara Greyjoy,
daughter of Balon Greyjoy, King of the Iron Islands.
I claim the Salt Throne.
We've never had a queen. Not once.
There are many things we've never done.
We've never made our mark upon the world.
The great lords of Westeros pay us no mind
until our little raids buzz through their kingdoms
long enough to become a nuisance.
Then they swat us down.
They conquer us, humiliate us,
and go right back to forgetting we exist.
Aye!
- We are a sea people. - Aye!
- Our god is a sea god. - Aye!
When I am queen, we will build a fleet that...
- You shall not be queen! - I am not finished!
Yes, you are! A woman will not lead us.
Not when Balon's own male heir has returned.
I am Theon Greyjoy,
last living son of Balon Greyjoy.
And she is your rightful ruler.
Aye!
Those of you that have sailed under her, and there are many of you here,
- you know what she is. - Aye!
- She is a reaver. - Aye!
- She is a warrior. - Aye!
She is ironborn!
Aye!
We will find no better leader.
This is our queen.
Yara! Yara! Yara!
I'm Euron Greyjoy.
I claim the Salt Throne.
Niece.
Nephew.
Little Theon.
Heard you managed to fuck things right into the ground.
Captured a castle you couldn't keep.
Got yourself taken prisoner.
Even heard you have no cock.
Explains why you think a woman can be king.
- When did you return, Uncle? - A few days ago.
I had some things to take care of.
Long overdue.
I'm glad you're here.
Now I know what my first act as queen will be.
To execute the man who killed my father.
I did.
I killed him.
Threw him right over a rope bridge, and watched him fall.
He was leading us nowhere,
and we would still be heading there if it weren't for me.
No one loved him. No one wanted to follow him.
He led us into two wars we couldn't win.
I apologize to you all for not killing him years ago.
That would have been hard to do.
You weren't here.
Last I heard, you were gallivanting around the world having a grand old time.
"Gallivanting"?
That the sort of thing you start to say once your dick gets chopped off?
Did the great lords of Westeros teach you words like that?
You were gone.
Yara was here.
Being ironborn. Leading ironborn.
Getting ready to bring us back to glory.
And how will she do that?
I will build the largest fleet the world has ever seen.
Right idea,
except I'm the one who's going to build the Iron Fleet
because I'm the one who knows how to use it.
I've been all over the world.
I've seen more of it than all of you combined.
And across the sea there is a person
who hates the great lords of Westeros just as much as we do.
Someone with a large army,
three large dragons,
and no husband.
I'm going to build that fleet
and I'm going to gallivant right over
and give it to Daenerys Targaryen along with my big cock.
You're going to seduce the Dragon Queen?
I'm not going to seduce her. The Iron Fleet will seduce her.
And together we're going to take the Seven Kingdoms.
I wasn't born to be king.
I paid the iron price, and here I stand.
Euron! Euron! Euron! Euron!
Euron! Euron!
May Euron, your servant, be born again from the sea as you were.
Bless him with salt. Bless him with stone.
Bless him with steel.
Listen to the waves. Listen to the god.
He is speaking to us and he says,
"We shall have no king but Euron Greyjoy."
Let the sea wash your follies and your vanities away.
Let the old Euron drown.
Let his lungs fill with seawater.
Let the fish eat the scales off his eyes.
What is dead may never die.
But rises again harder and stronger.
What is dead may never die.
Where are my niece and nephew?
Let's go murder them.
They stole our best ships.
Won't be enough to save them.
Go back to your homes.
Chop down every tree you can find.
Quarter-saw the timber and start building.
I want every man bending planks.
I want every woman spinning flax for sails.
Build me 1,000 ships.
And I will give you this world.
I banished you, twice.
You came back, twice.
And you saved my life.
So I can't take you back,
and I can't send you away.
You must send me away.
Is there a cure?
I don't know.
How long does it take?
I don't know that either.
But I've seen what happens when it goes far enough.
I'll end things before that.
I'm sorry.
- I'm so sorry. - Don't be.
All I've ever wanted was to serve you.
Tyrion Lannister was right.
I love you.
I'll always love you.
Goodbye, Khaleesi.
Do not walk away from your queen, Jorah the Andal.
You have not been dismissed.
You pledged yourself to me.
You swore to obey my commands for the rest of your life.
Well, I command you to find the cure,
wherever it is in this world.
I command you to heal yourself,
and then return to me.
When I take the Seven Kingdoms,
I need you by my side.
In the last fortnight since our pact with the Masters,
how many killings have been carried out by the Sons of the Harpy?
None.
And how many Masters have been butchered by the free men?
Two, but that was the day of the pact.
Since then, nothing.
So, it's safe to say that a fragile peace has taken hold.
For now.
"For now" is the best we get in our profession.
It's not enough.
Considering the city was on the brink of civil war,
I'd say it's a good start.
It's not enough for Meereen to have peace.
They need to know Daenerys is responsible for it.
The Sons of the Harpy have a good story.
Resist the foreign invaders.
Our queen has an even better story.
Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains, all that.
The people know who brought them freedom.
Yes, but do they know who brought them security?
Who brought about an end to the violence?
We need someone the people trust,
someone they know cannot be bought or influenced.
Sounds like quite the hero. Where would we find him?
Who said anything about "him"?
You stand in the presence of Kinvara,
High Priestess of the Red Temple of Volantis,
the Flame of Truth,
the Light of Wisdom,
the First Servant of the Lord of Light.
Welcome to Meereen.
That's about the extent of my Valyrian.
Thank you for traveling all this way.
I know from personal experience how uncomfortable the journey can be.
The truth is we need your help.
We had hoped that we could somehow persuade you to...
You don't need to persuade me.
I came to help.
Daenerys Stormborn is the one who was promised.
From the fire she was reborn to remake the world.
Yes.
She has freed the slaves from their chains and crucified the Masters for their sins.
She did indeed.
Her dragons are fire made flesh,
a gift from the Lord of Light.
But you heard all of this before, haven't you?
On the Long Bridge of Volantis.
The dragons will purify nonbelievers by the thousands,
burning their sins and flesh away.
Ideally we'd avoid purifying too many nonbelievers.
The Mother of Dragons has followers of many different faiths.
You want your queen to be worshipped and obeyed.
And while she's gone, you want her advisors to be worshipped and obeyed.
I'd settle for obeyed.
I will summon my most eloquent priests.
They will spread the word.
Daenerys has been sent to lead the people against the darkness
in this war, and in the great war still to come.
That sounds most excellent.
A man named Stannis Baratheon was anointed
as the chosen one by one of your priestesses.
He, too, had a glorious destiny.
He attacked King's Landing
and was soundly defeated by the man standing beside me.
Last I had heard, he had been defeated again,
this time at Winterfell, and this time for good.
We'd be most grateful for any support you could provide the queen.
I suppose it's hard for a fanatic to admit a mistake.
Isn't that the whole point of being a fanatic?
You're always right.
Everything is the Lord's will.
But men and women make mistakes.
Even honest servants of the Lord.
And you, an honest servant of the Lord,
why should I trust you to know any more than the priestess who counseled Stannis?
My friend has a healthy skepticism of religion,
but we are all loyal supporters of the queen.
Everyone is what they are,
and where they are for a reason.
Terrible things happen for a reason.
Take what happened to you, Lord Varys, when you were a child.
If not for your mutilation at the hand of a second-rate sorcerer,
you wouldn't be here helping the Lord's Chosen
bring his light into the world.
Knowledge has made you powerful.
But there's still so much you don't know.
Do you remember what you heard that night
when the sorcerer tossed your parts in the fire?
You heard a voice call out from the flames. Do you remember?
Should I tell you what the voice said?
Should I tell you the name of the one who spoke?
We serve the same queen.
If you are her true friend, you have nothing to fear from me.
He saw me, the Night King!
- He saw me! - He touched you.
I don't know. He was close, but...
He touched you.
He knows you are here. He'll come for you.
But he can't get in.
He can now. His mark is on you.
You must leave, all of you.
Come on, Hodor. Help me with the sledge.
Hodor.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
- The time has come. - The time for what?
For you to become me.
But am I ready?
No.
We can't defend the North from the Walkers and the south from the Boltons.
If we want to survive, we need Winterfell, and to take Winterfell, we need more men.
Aside from the Starks and the Boltons,
the most powerful houses in the North
are the Umbers, the Karstarks, and the Manderlys.
The Umbers and the Karstarks
have already declared for the Boltons, so we're not doing so well there.
The Umbers gave Rickon to our enemies. They can hang.
But the Karstarks declared for Ramsay without knowing they had another choice.
Uh, I beg your pardon, my lady,
but they know that a Stark beheaded their father.
I don't think we can count on them either.
How well do you know the North, Ser Davos?
Precious little, my lady.
My father always said Northerners are different.
More loyal, more suspicious of outsiders.
They may well be loyal,
but how many rose up against the Boltons when they betrayed your family?
I may not know the North, but I know men.
They're more or less the same in any corner of the world
and even the bravest of them
don't want to see their wives and children skinned for a lost cause.
If Jon's going to convince them to fight alongside him,
they need to believe it's a fight they can win.
There are more than three other houses in the North,
Glover, Mormont, Cerwyn, Mazin, Hornwood.
Two dozen more.
Together they equal all the others.
We can start small and build.
The North remembers.
They remember the Stark name.
People will still risk everything for it, from White Harbor to Ramsay's own door.
I don't doubt it.
But Jon doesn't have the Stark name.
No, but I do.
Jon is every bit as much Ned Stark's son as Ramsay is Roose Bolton's.
And there are also the Tullys. They're not Northern,
but they will back us against the Boltons without question.
I didn't know the Tullys still had an army.
My uncle the Blackfish has reformed it and retaken Riverrun.
How do you know that?
Ramsay received a raven before I escaped Winterfell.
That's good.
The Blackfish is a legend. His support would mean a great deal.
Stark, Tully, a few more houses,
almost starts to look like a winning side.
I've sworn to protect you, my lady.
You heard them. We need more men, and my uncle has an army.
We can send the Blackfish a raven.
Can't risk Ramsay intercepting it. It has to be you.
Ride for Riverrun.
My uncle will talk to you and you'll know how to talk to him.
What is it?
I don't like leaving you here alone.
With Jon?
Not him. He seems trustworthy.
A bit brooding, perhaps.
I suppose that's understandable, considering.
The others, though.
Davos and the Red Woman helped a man murder his own brother
with blood magic.
And when Stannis paid for his crime, where were they?
Already out looking for a leader with better prospects.
And that wildling fellow with the beard...
Jon isn't Tormund.
Jon isn't Davos, the Red Woman, or Stannis for that matter.
Jon is Jon.
He's my brother. He'll keep me safe. I trust him.
Then why did you lie to him
when he asked you how you learned about Riverrun?
New dress?
I made it myself. Do you like it?
Yeah, it's...
I like the wolf bit.
Good, because I made this for you.
I made it like the one Father used to wear.
As near as I can remember.
Thank you, Sansa.
You're welcome.
Don't knock it down while I'm gone.
I'll do my best.
Good luck.
Should we close the gate, Lord Commander?
I'm not the Lord...
Yeah,
close the bloody gate.
We can go home now, Hodor.
Well, maybe not home, home, but somewhere that isn't a cave.
Hodor.
Eat something that isn't moss.
I want an egg. How do you like 'em?
Boiled? Fried up with some butter?
Hodor.
With a rasher of bacon and some blood sausage.
Hodor.
Get Bran and run!
Bran. Bran, wake up.
- Bran. - Hodor. Hodor.
Bran, wake up!
Take him to the Vale.
- Gods keep you on the King's Road. - Take it easy.
Watch yourself.
- Hodor. - Hodor. Hodor.
Help me!
Go!
Remember that you are a Stark.
Comport yourself with dignity at the Vale
and try to stay out of fights.
Yes, Father.
But if you have to fight,
win.
Bran! Bran, wake up!
Bran! Bran, wake up.
- Bran! Bran, wake up! - Hodor. Hodor.
You have to wake up.
- We need Hodor. - Hodor. Hodor.
Bran, we need Hodor.
Bran, you have to wake up. We need Hodor.
Hodor. Hodor.
Bran, we're all going to die!
Bran, wake up!
We're all going to die! Bran! Bran!
Bran, you have to wake up. We need Hodor.
Hodor. Hodor.
Warg into Hodor now!
Bran, wake up. We need Hodor.
We need Hodor. Warg into Hodor now. Now!
Listen to your friend, Brandon.
Hodor. Hodor.
- Summer! - Go.
Go!
The time has come.
Leave me.
- What are you doing? - Go!
Hodor, hurry.
Hodor.
Hold the door!
- Hold the door! - Wylis?
What's the matter?
- Hold the door! - Come on, son.
Hold the door!
Hold the door! Hold the door!
Hold the door!
Hold the door! Hold the door!
Hold the door! Hold door!
Hold door! Hold the door!
Hold the door! Hold door! Hold door!
Hold door! Hodor!
Hodor! Hodor!
Hodor. Hodor.
Hodor.