House of the Dragon (2022) s02e04 Episode Script
The Red Dragon and the Gold
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(EPIC THEME PLAYING)
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(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)
(WOMAN SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN,
VOICE ECHOING)
What?
(HIGH VALYRIAN CONTINUES)
I can't understand.
(SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN)
Speak plainly.
Stop.
Stop it.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWN CLATTERING)
(SWORD FALLS)
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- (DISTORTED) There's been a raven.
- (DOOR OPENS)
SIMON STRONG: Good morrow, Your Grace.
Slept well, I trust?
As I said, there's been a raven.
Aegon's army departed
King's Landing a fortnight ago.
The castles of Rosby and Stokeworth
have both fallen without siege.
They have raised Aegon's banner
and added their levies
to Ser Criston Cole's host.
Both houses cited that
sad business with the usurper's
son in their declarations.
Ser Criston's army,
now tripled in strength,
might have Harrenhal as its destination.
- (GOAT BLEATS)
- Even if you can raise a host of Rivermen,
they will not be ready
in time to face him.
Let's see what your Lord
Paramount is made of.
(SIGHS)
(STAMMERS) My prince Uh, My-My Grace.
Your Grace.
Lord Grover is looking more hale
and healthy than I expected.
Uh, this is Ser Oscar Tully,
grandson to Grover Tully.
He is heir to Riverrun
and the future Lord Paramount
of the Riverlands.
His Grace, the King Consort,
Daemon Targaryen.
OSCAR TULLY: It is an honor, Your Grace.
DAEMON TARGARYEN: Indeed.
(SWORD CLATTERS)
How fares your grandsire?
Sadly, he remains incapacitated.
He lies in a kind of waking sleep,
unable to do much more
than take meager drink.
It is barely enough to sustain him.
So, he's alive?
Yes, gods be good.
Well, my time is short
and I have need of an army.
Perhaps you might place a
feather pillow over his head
and speed along your inheritance?
I-I love my grandsire, like a father.
My own lord father died suddenly,
himself a young man.
Lord Grover raised me in his stead.
All very touching.
Are you here to speak
with your grandsire's voice?
For House Tully and the Riverlands?
While he still lives?
- That is not our way.
- Then you're of no use to me.
I can see why the Blackwoods
and the Brackens
did not fear to start a war
beneath the nose of their liege lords.
House Tully is a fish with no head.
Remind me which of your countrymen
claim to fight in the name of Aegon?
Was it, was it Bracken or Blackwood?
It was House Bracken that
declared Green, Your Grace.
Who could remember.
Summon the Blackwoods here.
I require men of action
to lead my host of Rivermen.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOG BARKING)
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(BIRDS CAWING)
M'lady.
"Princess", if we're
holding to formalities.
Apologies. Princess.
And you are Alyn.
Yes, Princess.
I'm given to understand my lord husband
owes you his life.
But I was not told his
savior was so comely.
Your mother must've been very beautiful.
- CORLYS VELARYON: Rhaenys.
- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Is your work finished?
- No, m'lord.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I just had a word with your captains.
He was the sailor who plucked
you from your watery grave?
(BIRDS CAWING)
Yes.
You did not think to mention it?
I did not think it relevant.
I know who he is, Corlys.
Alyn's past is no fault of his.
He saved his lord's life.
He should be raised up and honored,
not hidden beneath the tides.
Is this why you came?
To subject me to an inquisition?
I came to tell you that Baela
has called me to Dragonstone.
Baela?
That council is going to dine
on her and Jace for supper.
They grow restless
in Rhaenyra's absence.
Still Where has that woman gone?
I suspect to try and draw
us all back from the abyss.
- (KNOCKS AT DOOR)
- (ALICENT SIGHS)
(DISTANT CHATTER)
- Good morrow, Your Grace.
- Good morrow, Grand Maester.
As requested.
- I brewed it myself.
- Thank you.
I will see it delivered discreetly.
Do report if the recipient
has need of any remedy.
The tea is known
to disagree with the gut.
I shall observe the girl closely.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Grand Maester.
You've ever been a practical man,
an honorable servant to the crown.
And you served my lord
husband in his darkest hours.
Such was my duty, Your Grace.
Tell me.
Do you believe Viserys wanted
Aegon to succeed him?
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
I could not know.
His Grace never raised
the matter with me.
(DISTANT CHATTER)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
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(GROANS)
(GROANS)
(COUGHS)
BAELA TARGARYEN: Ser Criston Cole's host
has taken to exploiting the tree cover
to conceal its movements.
He now only travels by night
to confound our dragons.
BARTIMOS CELTIGAR: And
what is Cole's heading?
It is difficult to say,
but there were signs
of an army moving northwest, I believe.
GORMON MASSEY: (LAUGHS) She believes.
You should've burned them
when you had the chance.
Perhaps you can, Ser Alfred,
when you next sight them on your dragon.
- (SLIGHT CHUCKLE)
- The only reason we know any of this
is because of Baela's efforts.
BARTIMOS: What do we know, my prince?
If you ask me, it is little and less.
We know that Cole possesses
a host that is growing in strength
and that it is a problem.
GORMON: Can Daemon hope to meet it
with his own in time?
And if I know the Riverlands,
he has more disentangling ahead of him
than the end of a Lyseni orgy.
Have you heard word from your father?
No.
MAESTER GERARDYS: Ravens
were sent to Harrenhal
seeking news of Daemon's
progress with the Riverlords.
None have, as yet, returned.
ALFRED BROOME: Just so.
An enemy host, growing in constitution,
marches somewhere in the
vastness of the Crownlands.
We could, perhaps, act if only
we had a host of our own.
Or someone here to lead us.
Mind your tongue, Ser Alfred.
Does it speak falsely, my prince?
This council is rudderless.
I'm doing my best
to steer it, Ser Alfred.
Why should your voice be any
louder than ours, Princess?
The queen did not name you Hand.
It is her voice, and that
of the king consort,
that we need to raise alliances
and command our vassals.
- But they are gone.
- CORLYS: What has come of this council?
(SOFT GASP)
My lord.
Our enemy is on the march.
Is there naught to be done
in the absence of the queen,
but to grouse and claw for power?
(BARTIMOS SIGHS)
We do not know the queen's doings.
But we must trust that
she seeks the same
as each of us at this table.
An end to this conflict.
- (RAIN PATTERING)
- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CAWING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(DISTANT YELL)
CRISTON COLE: Men of House Darklyn.
All who bend the knee to the
true king, Aegon, will be spared.
You can earn back your
honor by raising his banner
and fighting in his name
against the Whore of Dragonstone.
All who refuse
will have their death.
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Good morrow, Lord Darklyn.
Is there no honor left
in this world, Cole?
Sacking your queen's own castles
and putting her people to the sword?
"Kingmaker".
You are not fit for the white cloak.
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This is a better death
than a traitor deserves.
You should thank me for it.
Yours will come in kind.
(GRUNTS)
(HORSE NEIGHS)
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Lord Hand.
We'll lead the van northeast,
follow the coastline.
(HORSE NEIGHS)
I realize you were neither born nor bred
anywhere near the Crownlands,
my good Lord Hand,
but Harrenhal is to the west.
Indeed it is.
Fuck you. I told you we
should've sent our dragons.
And now look what's happened.
Daemon, of all people,
has taken Harrenhal.
I give you a job, and
now you just sit there.
It's your fucking castle!
Well, that castle is more crippled
than I am, Your Grace.
(SCOFFS)
It's like to drive Daemon to madness
as he attempts to make use of it.
It is beyond his faculties.
It is also penniless, as I
happily control all of its gold.
So, as Harrenhal saps Daemon's resolve,
the false queen remains
trapped on her island,
and Ser Criston continues
felling castles in the Crownlands.
(STAMMERS) Wh
I need to be informed of these things
if I am to make informed rulings.
I will not be made
to look a fool in front of
- my allies and enemies.
- AEMOND TARGARYEN: Harrenhal must wait.
Ser Criston is marching on Rook's Rest.
Rook's Re A pathetic prize.
- I gave no such command
- The castle is small,
weakly defended,
and Lord Staunton sits
on Rhaenyra's council.
After Cole smashes it,
we'll have Dragonstone
effectively cut off by land.
This war will not be won
with dragons alone,
but with dragons flying
behind armies of men.
No! Have him turn about.
I want Harrenhal back.
Cole is already preparing his attack.
Uh, how-how do you know this?
AEMOND: He sent word to me.
To you?
The two of you have been
plotting without my authority?
(SIGHS)
(SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN)
Mm.
(BIRDS CAWING)
(SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN)
Mm.
(COUNCILMEMBER CLEARS THROAT)
Harrenhal is a useful morass.
It will keep Daemon well-occupied
while we strengthen our host
and weaken Rhaenyra's
support on the mainland.
We will deal with it
in the Riverlands in time.
But right now. Rook's Rest
is an easy target
and a worthy effort.
Don't you agree, my king?
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
- (HEAVY BREATHING)
- Come.
Lord Larys.
I thought I'd look in
on you, Your Grace,
after your absence
from the small council.
I feared something was amiss.
(SIGHS) You're kind to do so, my lord,
but indulgence was my sin.
I ventured into the lamprey
pie at last night's supper.
Too far, I fear.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
LARYS STRONG: Mm.
That is a rich indulgence.
But I believe it is a sin
to deny your appetites.
They are what make us
fully alive as mortal men.
Was anything of note
discussed at the council?
Daemon having seized Harrenhal
and His Grace's resulting displeasure.
I would've thought you would
be the most aggrieved, my lord.
I see it as a loss for our greater good.
Dragonstone's attentions
are greatly divided.
First in the Riverlands and the
Gullet, and now the Crownlands.
Ser Criston wins every
challenge he faces there.
That truth alone is like
to incite Rhaenyra's fury.
He's covered himself
in glory, to be sure.
And you must worry for him?
Your sworn sword
on the march,
ever exposed to dragons?
It is a perilous road.
Ser Criston is the Hand of the King.
We should all pray for
his victory and safe return.
Indeed.
(SIGHS, INHALES)
- (LARYS GRUNTS)
- (ALICENT SIGHS)
If I may be so bold, my queen
you have not seemed yourself of late.
Only weeks ago, my
lord husband was alive
and the realm was at peace.
Now, I've barely had the
hours to grieve one tragedy
before suffering the next.
I regret if I have not been myself.
Hm.
I did not know you shared
your lord husband's love
for the histories.
If not his love, then certainly
an an abiding interest.
The voices of history guided Viserys.
He knew that his wisdom alone
could only reach so far.
Do you think that is why
he changed his mind
in the end?
No matter how suited he thought
Rhaenyra for the crown,
the, uh, voices of history, as you say,
would have told him
how the realm would react
- to her succession.
- It was impossible to know
what steered his thoughts
in those final hours.
Do you now doubt his intentions?
(SNIFFLES)
(LIGHT, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Rhaenyra's supporters
will believe what they wish.
And so will Aegon's.
The war will be fought, many will die
and the victor will eventually
ascend the throne.
The significance of Viserys's
intentions died with him.
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Yes, it did.
(RAIN PATTERING)
(WATER DRIPPING)
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- (FOOTSTEPS)
- (SWORD UNSHEATHES)
- (GRUNTS)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(TORCH CLATTERS)
(EERIE SOUNDS)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(FROG RIBBITS)
It's a touch late to be stalkin'
about a strange castle,
putting its people to the sword.
You.
I'm called Alys.
DAEMON: Strong?
Rivers.
A bastard.
Once you get to know me,
you'll find I'm not so bad.
So what are you then?
Some kind of maester?
In a manner of speaking.
I inherited the duties after
the last one fled in the night.
- Fled? Why?
- Just never settled in.
(CHUCKLES)
How are you settling in?
I've come to know the face
of tortured rest well enough.
Sleep can be thin in this place.
What would you know of my sleep?
Harrenhal's been cursed
since its first stone was laid.
Black Harren felled
the grove of weirwood trees
that grew on these lands.
Heart trees, imbued
with the spirits of those
who lived long before he came.
It's said their whispers
- can still be heard sometimes.
- A midwife's tale.
Mm, the very bed you sleep in
was made from such a heart tree.
Have you experienced
anything of note?
You are a strange kind of woman.
I'm no woman at all. I'm a barn owl.
Cursed to live in human form.
(CHUCKLES) So, you've come here
after quarreling with your wife?
What?
You arrive here alone
to claim the castle
and yet, send no ravens.
Do you now plan to make your own claim?
- Perhaps to prove yourself to her.
- Do not try me
with your insolence, witch.
It's a hard thing, I imagine, to give
obeisance to one who
replaced you as heir.
And a woman too. A
girl child you bounced on your knee.
I mean, does it please you that
her legitimacy is contested?
As you stand here
with a castle and a dragon
attempting to draw an army of men.
Here. Drink this.
You'll need your sleep if you're
to win this place to your side.
♪
(SWALLOWS)
WILLEM BLACKWOOD: (MUFFLED)
I now rule my house as regent
until my nephew Benjicot comes of age.
The Brackens are venal cravens,
and they must pay for their treachery
against the laws of gods and men.
(NORMAL) And against the crown.
Who are you?
SIMON: Ser Willem Blackwood
of House Blackwood,
Your Grace, as I said.
Well met.
What might I do for you?
It was you who summoned me, Your Grace.
I was given to understand
that you wanted an army.
Well, who doesn't these days?
You Blackwoods certainly
never miss a chance
to bloody your swords do you?
Some 20 years ago,
my lord bent the knee to King Viserys
and acknowledged the Princess
Rhaenyra as his rightful heir.
DAEMON: So you fight for this old oath?
Not, of course, for your
thousand-year-old feud with the Brackens.
I once vied for Queen Rhaenyra's hand
before she wed Ser Laenor.
I always liked her spirit.
She had the true blood of the dragon.
And you're prepared to march
without the leave of your lord
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(EERIE SOUNDS)
(POURING WINE)
WILLEM: Your Grace?
And once you and your dragon
bring the queen's justice
to the Brackens
our armies will be yours.
LARYS: Our lords in the
Crownlands are grousing.
Their herds of livestock
struggle to keep pace
with the dragons' relentless appetites.
- Vhagar's in particular.
- IRONROD: They can either provide
the crown what it needs, or
we can claim their holdings.
TYLAND LANNISTER:
Oh, that would be a relief,
as we have no more coin
to lend to the effort.
Resources are certainly
growing no more plentiful
in the face of the blockade.
TYLAND: The demand on the
blacksmiths, armorers and tanners
for equipment has only grown apace
with Ser Criston's army.
IRONROD: Well, Cole's done
splendidly, at the least,
turning every castle
and army he's faced,
- including Duskendale, gods bless him.
- (AEGON SPINNING MARKER)
The Kingmaker, they're calling him.
And with Aemond and
Vhagar also at the ready,
- we are a formidable opponent.
- (SLAMS MARKER)
You bore me.
You all bore me.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Perhaps Ser Criston
will be able to procure
more livestock through his campaign.
Any coin we can save
will be a welcome bounty.
What are you doing here?
Where are your father's books?
- AEGON TARGARYEN: I ordered them removed.
- (ALICENT SIGHS)
With no thought to the centuries
of knowledge in those pages.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Your Grace.
I removed them, I didn't burn them.
What is it?
- They don't care what I think.
- (POURING WINE)
(SIGHS)
- Who, Aegon?
- My council.
Cole. Aemond. They pursue their campaign
without seeking my aid,
or even my thoughts.
What thoughts would you have?
Wh I'm the king.
Do you think simply wearing the
crown imbues you with wisdom?
Those men at your council table
earned their seats.
It was my hope that
(CHUCKLES) once enthroned,
you would honor the burden
of your new duties,
be silent,
and strive to learn from the more
studied minds around you.
In the hope that you might be
half the king your father was.
- Tread carefully.
- Or what?
You'll hang me, as you
did your ratcatchers?
Or have me banished,
as you did your Hand?
I ruled
in your father's absence
throughout his long illness,
and Otto Hightower was as cunning
a statesman as ever lived.
You should humbly be seeking
our opinions and counsel.
You have no idea the
sacrifices that were made
to put you on that throne.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Wha
What would you have me do, Mother?
Do simply what is needed of you:
nothing.
♪
(AMBIENT NATURE SOUNDS)
(AXE STRIKING)
(TREE CRACKLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, SHOUTING)
CRISTON: On your feet!
To Rook's Rest!
To battle!
GWAYNE HIGHTOWER: It's broad daylight.
We must hold here and ready
ourselves to lay siege at nightfall.
We shall move now and strike by day.
They will not expect it.
They will not expect it
because it is fucking madness.
Did you forget the little encounter
we had on the road to Rosby?
I did not.
Dragonstone and their dragons
are just across the bay.
What? Grown tired of living, have you?
Are you afraid, Ser?
Worse. I'm rational.
We advance.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
♪
JACAERYS VELARYON:
I see no other choice.
- We need to send a dragon.
- RHAENYRA TARGARYEN: Where?
(CLEARS THROAT) To support the war
that your vassals have been
fighting in your absence
Your Grace.
Cole's host has grown
since riding abroad.
He raised the levies of
both Rosby and Stokeworth
and, with their combined
strength, sacked Duskendale.
Duskendale?
The city has fallen.
Many Darklyn men declared for Aegon.
Those who refused were put to the sword.
What of my father?
He kept his oath.
Cole took his head for it.
Where have you been, these last days?
You vanished without so much as a word.
Well, I apologize for my
absence and the secrecy,
but such was necessary.
I went to King's Landing.
To what possible end?
To meet Queen Alicent and sue for peace.
- You saw Alicent?
- RHAENYRA: Yes, I did.
You could've been taken or slain!
I inherited 80 years of
peace from my father.
Before I was to end it,
I needed to know that
there was no other path.
And now I do.
Only one choice remains to me:
either I win my claim or die.
We stand at the ready.
RHAENYS TARGARYEN: Cole's victories
have only emboldened him.
He marches on Rook's Rest.
His host was just hours away
- when Lord Staunton's ravens took wing.
- Why Rook's Rest?
After Duskendale?
It is but a small coastal keep.
ALFRED: 'Cause Lord Staunton is
a member of this council.
And because his castle is small
and vulnerable and there for the taking.
Cole knows we have no
army on the mainland.
- BARTIMOS: He is brazen.
- He is daring us to act.
We need to send a dragon.
(QUIET, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
There are those who have mistaken
my caution for weakness.
Let that be their undoing.
- I will go.
- My queen
- You cannot.
- I will not lose dragons to war
whilst I hide here in my castle.
Our allies raise their banners
for you, Mother.
RHAENYRA: Yes, they do.
If you die, all is lost.
- Send me.
- No.
I will burn Cole's lines and
withdraw before King's Landing
- could even raise the alarm.
- You lack the experience.
You must send me, Your Grace.
Meleys is your largest dragon
and no stranger to battle.
I will meet Cole.
(SIGHS)
♪
♪
(FLAGON SHATTERS)
♪
JACAERYS: I wish only to fight for you,
for your claim and mine.
I
There's something I need
to tell you, Jace.
Something I should've told you
when you first became
heir to the throne.
It's a secret that Viserys told me
when he named me his successor.
And it has passed from king to heir
since Aegon the Conqueror's time.
(EXHALES)
♪
I never told you because I was unsure
that I believed it myself.
The Targaryen who sits the Iron Throne
is not just a king or a queen.
They are a Protector.
(SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN)
RHAENYRA: Ordained to lead
the Seven Kingdoms,
to strengthen them
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
and to unite them
against a common foe.
Viserys chose me to succeed him.
He held to this the whole of his life.
(SHOUTING)
My father believed that I, alone,
was meant to be this Protector.
They're 1,400-,
1,500-strong at least, my lord.
(ROARS)
RHAENYRA: But to unite the realm,
I had to send the dragons to war.
(ROARS)
♪
The horrors I have just loosed
cannot be for a crown alone.
That is why I must believe
what Viserys told me
when he named me his heir.
What Jaehaerys had told him.
And what I will now tell you.
(SUNFYRE CALLS)
What is it?
♪
Aegon the Conqueror's Dream.
He called it "The Song of Ice and Fire".
- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
- (ARROWS WHIZZING BY)
(GRUNTING, SHOUTING)
CAPTAIN: Loose! New rank!
Loose! New rank!
Loose! New rank!
♪
Push it!
GUARDS (SHOUTING): Dragon!
Dragon!
(ALL YELLING)
GWAYNE: To the Seven Hells
with you, Cole!
You may as well have sounded
horns to announce our coming!
CRISTON: Order the Darklyn levies
to break off and move ahead.
We must keep the dragon's
attention divided.
- Make the signal.
- What signal?
CRISTON: All is going to plan.
♪
(BLOWS HORN)
(GROWLING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(ALL YELLING)
(HORN BLOWING IN DISTANCE)
(BLOWS HORN)
(GROWLING)
♪
(SUNFYRE CALLS)
(GROANS)
(SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN)
(EXHALES)
♪
(SCREECHES)
(GRUMBLES)
(ALL YELLING)
♪
Forward, Sunfyre!
- (SUNFYRE ROARS)
- Faster!
GUARDS (SHOUTING): Dragon!
Whose dragon is that?
His Grace, the king's.
This was your secret plot, Cole?
For the king himself to lay ambush
- and mayhaps die in the attempt?!
- CRISTON: No!
Loose more signal arrows!
Stalwart men of House Targaryen,
your king has joined you!
Hold to your courage! Hold to your wits!
For the Seven have blessed and shielded
this host with divine purpose!
For the one true king, Aegon!
- Advance!
- (SOLDIERS SHOUTING)
♪
Where are you, Aemond?
(ROARS)
♪
(SPEAKS HIGH VALYRIAN)
Dracarys!
(GRUNTS)
(GRUMBLES, SCREECHES)
- (SCREECHING, ROARING)
- (AEGON PANICKING)
(YELLING)
(ALL YELLING)
(HIGH-PITCHED CALLING)
(SCREECHING)
CAPTAIN: Another one there!
Send a volley to those Rosby men!
Give them no quarter!
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- (DISTANT BELLOWING)
We'd best get you to cover, my lord.
♪
(GRUMBLES)
♪
(SCREECHING)
♪
(DISTANT SCREECHING)
AEGON: Thank the gods!
Dracarys!
Ah!
♪
No! (YELLS)
- (ROARING)
- (SUNFYRE SCREECHING)
(SCREECHING)
(SOLDIERS YELLING)
CRISTON: Your Grace!
(MUSIC SOFTENS)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(SPEAKS HIGH VALYRIAN)
- (MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
- (MELEYS SCREECHES)
(GRUNTS)
(NEARBY GROWLING)
♪
(ROARS)
- (DRAGONS SCREECHING)
- (MUSIC STOPS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(MUSIC RESUMES)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(ALL YELLING)
(GRUNTING, YELLING)
- (HORSE NEIGHS)
- (LOUD THUD)
(SILENCE)
- (SLOW-MOTION YELLING)
- (SLOW, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(LOUD FOOTSTEPS)
♪
(GRUMBLING)
(MELEYS GRUMBLING, GROANING)
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
(ROARS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, SHOUTING)
♪
(VOCALIZING CONTINUES)
(SCREECHES)
- (SCREECHES)
- (ALL YELLING)
(SCREECHING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREECHING)
(MUSIC SLOWS)
(GRUMBLING)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXPLOSION BOOMS)
(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(MUFFLED YELLING)
(MUFFLED ROARING, RUMBLING)
(GASPS FOR AIR)
(GASPING)
(LABORED BREATHING)
(QUIET, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
GWAYNE: Fall in behind me!
Into the breach!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
♪
(HEAVY BREATHING)
♪
(BREATHY) The king has
fallen. We must find him.
(ARMOR CLATTERS)
♪
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
♪
CRISTON: Aemond!
(SUNFYRE GRUMBLES)
♪
Where's His Grace?
(SUNFYRE GRUMBLING)
(SUSPENSEFUL, SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(HELMET CLATTERS)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(LIGHT, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
♪
(EPIC THEME PLAYING)
♪
♪
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)
(WOMAN SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN,
VOICE ECHOING)
What?
(HIGH VALYRIAN CONTINUES)
I can't understand.
(SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN)
Speak plainly.
Stop.
Stop it.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWN CLATTERING)
(SWORD FALLS)
♪
- (DISTORTED) There's been a raven.
- (DOOR OPENS)
SIMON STRONG: Good morrow, Your Grace.
Slept well, I trust?
As I said, there's been a raven.
Aegon's army departed
King's Landing a fortnight ago.
The castles of Rosby and Stokeworth
have both fallen without siege.
They have raised Aegon's banner
and added their levies
to Ser Criston Cole's host.
Both houses cited that
sad business with the usurper's
son in their declarations.
Ser Criston's army,
now tripled in strength,
might have Harrenhal as its destination.
- (GOAT BLEATS)
- Even if you can raise a host of Rivermen,
they will not be ready
in time to face him.
Let's see what your Lord
Paramount is made of.
(SIGHS)
(STAMMERS) My prince Uh, My-My Grace.
Your Grace.
Lord Grover is looking more hale
and healthy than I expected.
Uh, this is Ser Oscar Tully,
grandson to Grover Tully.
He is heir to Riverrun
and the future Lord Paramount
of the Riverlands.
His Grace, the King Consort,
Daemon Targaryen.
OSCAR TULLY: It is an honor, Your Grace.
DAEMON TARGARYEN: Indeed.
(SWORD CLATTERS)
How fares your grandsire?
Sadly, he remains incapacitated.
He lies in a kind of waking sleep,
unable to do much more
than take meager drink.
It is barely enough to sustain him.
So, he's alive?
Yes, gods be good.
Well, my time is short
and I have need of an army.
Perhaps you might place a
feather pillow over his head
and speed along your inheritance?
I-I love my grandsire, like a father.
My own lord father died suddenly,
himself a young man.
Lord Grover raised me in his stead.
All very touching.
Are you here to speak
with your grandsire's voice?
For House Tully and the Riverlands?
While he still lives?
- That is not our way.
- Then you're of no use to me.
I can see why the Blackwoods
and the Brackens
did not fear to start a war
beneath the nose of their liege lords.
House Tully is a fish with no head.
Remind me which of your countrymen
claim to fight in the name of Aegon?
Was it, was it Bracken or Blackwood?
It was House Bracken that
declared Green, Your Grace.
Who could remember.
Summon the Blackwoods here.
I require men of action
to lead my host of Rivermen.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOG BARKING)
♪
(BIRDS CAWING)
M'lady.
"Princess", if we're
holding to formalities.
Apologies. Princess.
And you are Alyn.
Yes, Princess.
I'm given to understand my lord husband
owes you his life.
But I was not told his
savior was so comely.
Your mother must've been very beautiful.
- CORLYS VELARYON: Rhaenys.
- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Is your work finished?
- No, m'lord.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I just had a word with your captains.
He was the sailor who plucked
you from your watery grave?
(BIRDS CAWING)
Yes.
You did not think to mention it?
I did not think it relevant.
I know who he is, Corlys.
Alyn's past is no fault of his.
He saved his lord's life.
He should be raised up and honored,
not hidden beneath the tides.
Is this why you came?
To subject me to an inquisition?
I came to tell you that Baela
has called me to Dragonstone.
Baela?
That council is going to dine
on her and Jace for supper.
They grow restless
in Rhaenyra's absence.
Still Where has that woman gone?
I suspect to try and draw
us all back from the abyss.
- (KNOCKS AT DOOR)
- (ALICENT SIGHS)
(DISTANT CHATTER)
- Good morrow, Your Grace.
- Good morrow, Grand Maester.
As requested.
- I brewed it myself.
- Thank you.
I will see it delivered discreetly.
Do report if the recipient
has need of any remedy.
The tea is known
to disagree with the gut.
I shall observe the girl closely.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Grand Maester.
You've ever been a practical man,
an honorable servant to the crown.
And you served my lord
husband in his darkest hours.
Such was my duty, Your Grace.
Tell me.
Do you believe Viserys wanted
Aegon to succeed him?
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
I could not know.
His Grace never raised
the matter with me.
(DISTANT CHATTER)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
♪
(GROANS)
(GROANS)
(COUGHS)
BAELA TARGARYEN: Ser Criston Cole's host
has taken to exploiting the tree cover
to conceal its movements.
He now only travels by night
to confound our dragons.
BARTIMOS CELTIGAR: And
what is Cole's heading?
It is difficult to say,
but there were signs
of an army moving northwest, I believe.
GORMON MASSEY: (LAUGHS) She believes.
You should've burned them
when you had the chance.
Perhaps you can, Ser Alfred,
when you next sight them on your dragon.
- (SLIGHT CHUCKLE)
- The only reason we know any of this
is because of Baela's efforts.
BARTIMOS: What do we know, my prince?
If you ask me, it is little and less.
We know that Cole possesses
a host that is growing in strength
and that it is a problem.
GORMON: Can Daemon hope to meet it
with his own in time?
And if I know the Riverlands,
he has more disentangling ahead of him
than the end of a Lyseni orgy.
Have you heard word from your father?
No.
MAESTER GERARDYS: Ravens
were sent to Harrenhal
seeking news of Daemon's
progress with the Riverlords.
None have, as yet, returned.
ALFRED BROOME: Just so.
An enemy host, growing in constitution,
marches somewhere in the
vastness of the Crownlands.
We could, perhaps, act if only
we had a host of our own.
Or someone here to lead us.
Mind your tongue, Ser Alfred.
Does it speak falsely, my prince?
This council is rudderless.
I'm doing my best
to steer it, Ser Alfred.
Why should your voice be any
louder than ours, Princess?
The queen did not name you Hand.
It is her voice, and that
of the king consort,
that we need to raise alliances
and command our vassals.
- But they are gone.
- CORLYS: What has come of this council?
(SOFT GASP)
My lord.
Our enemy is on the march.
Is there naught to be done
in the absence of the queen,
but to grouse and claw for power?
(BARTIMOS SIGHS)
We do not know the queen's doings.
But we must trust that
she seeks the same
as each of us at this table.
An end to this conflict.
- (RAIN PATTERING)
- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CAWING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(DISTANT YELL)
CRISTON COLE: Men of House Darklyn.
All who bend the knee to the
true king, Aegon, will be spared.
You can earn back your
honor by raising his banner
and fighting in his name
against the Whore of Dragonstone.
All who refuse
will have their death.
♪
Good morrow, Lord Darklyn.
Is there no honor left
in this world, Cole?
Sacking your queen's own castles
and putting her people to the sword?
"Kingmaker".
You are not fit for the white cloak.
♪
This is a better death
than a traitor deserves.
You should thank me for it.
Yours will come in kind.
(GRUNTS)
(HORSE NEIGHS)
♪
Lord Hand.
We'll lead the van northeast,
follow the coastline.
(HORSE NEIGHS)
I realize you were neither born nor bred
anywhere near the Crownlands,
my good Lord Hand,
but Harrenhal is to the west.
Indeed it is.
Fuck you. I told you we
should've sent our dragons.
And now look what's happened.
Daemon, of all people,
has taken Harrenhal.
I give you a job, and
now you just sit there.
It's your fucking castle!
Well, that castle is more crippled
than I am, Your Grace.
(SCOFFS)
It's like to drive Daemon to madness
as he attempts to make use of it.
It is beyond his faculties.
It is also penniless, as I
happily control all of its gold.
So, as Harrenhal saps Daemon's resolve,
the false queen remains
trapped on her island,
and Ser Criston continues
felling castles in the Crownlands.
(STAMMERS) Wh
I need to be informed of these things
if I am to make informed rulings.
I will not be made
to look a fool in front of
- my allies and enemies.
- AEMOND TARGARYEN: Harrenhal must wait.
Ser Criston is marching on Rook's Rest.
Rook's Re A pathetic prize.
- I gave no such command
- The castle is small,
weakly defended,
and Lord Staunton sits
on Rhaenyra's council.
After Cole smashes it,
we'll have Dragonstone
effectively cut off by land.
This war will not be won
with dragons alone,
but with dragons flying
behind armies of men.
No! Have him turn about.
I want Harrenhal back.
Cole is already preparing his attack.
Uh, how-how do you know this?
AEMOND: He sent word to me.
To you?
The two of you have been
plotting without my authority?
(SIGHS)
(SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN)
Mm.
(BIRDS CAWING)
(SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN)
Mm.
(COUNCILMEMBER CLEARS THROAT)
Harrenhal is a useful morass.
It will keep Daemon well-occupied
while we strengthen our host
and weaken Rhaenyra's
support on the mainland.
We will deal with it
in the Riverlands in time.
But right now. Rook's Rest
is an easy target
and a worthy effort.
Don't you agree, my king?
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
- (HEAVY BREATHING)
- Come.
Lord Larys.
I thought I'd look in
on you, Your Grace,
after your absence
from the small council.
I feared something was amiss.
(SIGHS) You're kind to do so, my lord,
but indulgence was my sin.
I ventured into the lamprey
pie at last night's supper.
Too far, I fear.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
LARYS STRONG: Mm.
That is a rich indulgence.
But I believe it is a sin
to deny your appetites.
They are what make us
fully alive as mortal men.
Was anything of note
discussed at the council?
Daemon having seized Harrenhal
and His Grace's resulting displeasure.
I would've thought you would
be the most aggrieved, my lord.
I see it as a loss for our greater good.
Dragonstone's attentions
are greatly divided.
First in the Riverlands and the
Gullet, and now the Crownlands.
Ser Criston wins every
challenge he faces there.
That truth alone is like
to incite Rhaenyra's fury.
He's covered himself
in glory, to be sure.
And you must worry for him?
Your sworn sword
on the march,
ever exposed to dragons?
It is a perilous road.
Ser Criston is the Hand of the King.
We should all pray for
his victory and safe return.
Indeed.
(SIGHS, INHALES)
- (LARYS GRUNTS)
- (ALICENT SIGHS)
If I may be so bold, my queen
you have not seemed yourself of late.
Only weeks ago, my
lord husband was alive
and the realm was at peace.
Now, I've barely had the
hours to grieve one tragedy
before suffering the next.
I regret if I have not been myself.
Hm.
I did not know you shared
your lord husband's love
for the histories.
If not his love, then certainly
an an abiding interest.
The voices of history guided Viserys.
He knew that his wisdom alone
could only reach so far.
Do you think that is why
he changed his mind
in the end?
No matter how suited he thought
Rhaenyra for the crown,
the, uh, voices of history, as you say,
would have told him
how the realm would react
- to her succession.
- It was impossible to know
what steered his thoughts
in those final hours.
Do you now doubt his intentions?
(SNIFFLES)
(LIGHT, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Rhaenyra's supporters
will believe what they wish.
And so will Aegon's.
The war will be fought, many will die
and the victor will eventually
ascend the throne.
The significance of Viserys's
intentions died with him.
♪
Yes, it did.
(RAIN PATTERING)
(WATER DRIPPING)
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- (FOOTSTEPS)
- (SWORD UNSHEATHES)
- (GRUNTS)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(TORCH CLATTERS)
(EERIE SOUNDS)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(FROG RIBBITS)
It's a touch late to be stalkin'
about a strange castle,
putting its people to the sword.
You.
I'm called Alys.
DAEMON: Strong?
Rivers.
A bastard.
Once you get to know me,
you'll find I'm not so bad.
So what are you then?
Some kind of maester?
In a manner of speaking.
I inherited the duties after
the last one fled in the night.
- Fled? Why?
- Just never settled in.
(CHUCKLES)
How are you settling in?
I've come to know the face
of tortured rest well enough.
Sleep can be thin in this place.
What would you know of my sleep?
Harrenhal's been cursed
since its first stone was laid.
Black Harren felled
the grove of weirwood trees
that grew on these lands.
Heart trees, imbued
with the spirits of those
who lived long before he came.
It's said their whispers
- can still be heard sometimes.
- A midwife's tale.
Mm, the very bed you sleep in
was made from such a heart tree.
Have you experienced
anything of note?
You are a strange kind of woman.
I'm no woman at all. I'm a barn owl.
Cursed to live in human form.
(CHUCKLES) So, you've come here
after quarreling with your wife?
What?
You arrive here alone
to claim the castle
and yet, send no ravens.
Do you now plan to make your own claim?
- Perhaps to prove yourself to her.
- Do not try me
with your insolence, witch.
It's a hard thing, I imagine, to give
obeisance to one who
replaced you as heir.
And a woman too. A
girl child you bounced on your knee.
I mean, does it please you that
her legitimacy is contested?
As you stand here
with a castle and a dragon
attempting to draw an army of men.
Here. Drink this.
You'll need your sleep if you're
to win this place to your side.
♪
(SWALLOWS)
WILLEM BLACKWOOD: (MUFFLED)
I now rule my house as regent
until my nephew Benjicot comes of age.
The Brackens are venal cravens,
and they must pay for their treachery
against the laws of gods and men.
(NORMAL) And against the crown.
Who are you?
SIMON: Ser Willem Blackwood
of House Blackwood,
Your Grace, as I said.
Well met.
What might I do for you?
It was you who summoned me, Your Grace.
I was given to understand
that you wanted an army.
Well, who doesn't these days?
You Blackwoods certainly
never miss a chance
to bloody your swords do you?
Some 20 years ago,
my lord bent the knee to King Viserys
and acknowledged the Princess
Rhaenyra as his rightful heir.
DAEMON: So you fight for this old oath?
Not, of course, for your
thousand-year-old feud with the Brackens.
I once vied for Queen Rhaenyra's hand
before she wed Ser Laenor.
I always liked her spirit.
She had the true blood of the dragon.
And you're prepared to march
without the leave of your lord
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(EERIE SOUNDS)
(POURING WINE)
WILLEM: Your Grace?
And once you and your dragon
bring the queen's justice
to the Brackens
our armies will be yours.
LARYS: Our lords in the
Crownlands are grousing.
Their herds of livestock
struggle to keep pace
with the dragons' relentless appetites.
- Vhagar's in particular.
- IRONROD: They can either provide
the crown what it needs, or
we can claim their holdings.
TYLAND LANNISTER:
Oh, that would be a relief,
as we have no more coin
to lend to the effort.
Resources are certainly
growing no more plentiful
in the face of the blockade.
TYLAND: The demand on the
blacksmiths, armorers and tanners
for equipment has only grown apace
with Ser Criston's army.
IRONROD: Well, Cole's done
splendidly, at the least,
turning every castle
and army he's faced,
- including Duskendale, gods bless him.
- (AEGON SPINNING MARKER)
The Kingmaker, they're calling him.
And with Aemond and
Vhagar also at the ready,
- we are a formidable opponent.
- (SLAMS MARKER)
You bore me.
You all bore me.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Perhaps Ser Criston
will be able to procure
more livestock through his campaign.
Any coin we can save
will be a welcome bounty.
What are you doing here?
Where are your father's books?
- AEGON TARGARYEN: I ordered them removed.
- (ALICENT SIGHS)
With no thought to the centuries
of knowledge in those pages.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Your Grace.
I removed them, I didn't burn them.
What is it?
- They don't care what I think.
- (POURING WINE)
(SIGHS)
- Who, Aegon?
- My council.
Cole. Aemond. They pursue their campaign
without seeking my aid,
or even my thoughts.
What thoughts would you have?
Wh I'm the king.
Do you think simply wearing the
crown imbues you with wisdom?
Those men at your council table
earned their seats.
It was my hope that
(CHUCKLES) once enthroned,
you would honor the burden
of your new duties,
be silent,
and strive to learn from the more
studied minds around you.
In the hope that you might be
half the king your father was.
- Tread carefully.
- Or what?
You'll hang me, as you
did your ratcatchers?
Or have me banished,
as you did your Hand?
I ruled
in your father's absence
throughout his long illness,
and Otto Hightower was as cunning
a statesman as ever lived.
You should humbly be seeking
our opinions and counsel.
You have no idea the
sacrifices that were made
to put you on that throne.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Wha
What would you have me do, Mother?
Do simply what is needed of you:
nothing.
♪
(AMBIENT NATURE SOUNDS)
(AXE STRIKING)
(TREE CRACKLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, SHOUTING)
CRISTON: On your feet!
To Rook's Rest!
To battle!
GWAYNE HIGHTOWER: It's broad daylight.
We must hold here and ready
ourselves to lay siege at nightfall.
We shall move now and strike by day.
They will not expect it.
They will not expect it
because it is fucking madness.
Did you forget the little encounter
we had on the road to Rosby?
I did not.
Dragonstone and their dragons
are just across the bay.
What? Grown tired of living, have you?
Are you afraid, Ser?
Worse. I'm rational.
We advance.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
♪
JACAERYS VELARYON:
I see no other choice.
- We need to send a dragon.
- RHAENYRA TARGARYEN: Where?
(CLEARS THROAT) To support the war
that your vassals have been
fighting in your absence
Your Grace.
Cole's host has grown
since riding abroad.
He raised the levies of
both Rosby and Stokeworth
and, with their combined
strength, sacked Duskendale.
Duskendale?
The city has fallen.
Many Darklyn men declared for Aegon.
Those who refused were put to the sword.
What of my father?
He kept his oath.
Cole took his head for it.
Where have you been, these last days?
You vanished without so much as a word.
Well, I apologize for my
absence and the secrecy,
but such was necessary.
I went to King's Landing.
To what possible end?
To meet Queen Alicent and sue for peace.
- You saw Alicent?
- RHAENYRA: Yes, I did.
You could've been taken or slain!
I inherited 80 years of
peace from my father.
Before I was to end it,
I needed to know that
there was no other path.
And now I do.
Only one choice remains to me:
either I win my claim or die.
We stand at the ready.
RHAENYS TARGARYEN: Cole's victories
have only emboldened him.
He marches on Rook's Rest.
His host was just hours away
- when Lord Staunton's ravens took wing.
- Why Rook's Rest?
After Duskendale?
It is but a small coastal keep.
ALFRED: 'Cause Lord Staunton is
a member of this council.
And because his castle is small
and vulnerable and there for the taking.
Cole knows we have no
army on the mainland.
- BARTIMOS: He is brazen.
- He is daring us to act.
We need to send a dragon.
(QUIET, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
There are those who have mistaken
my caution for weakness.
Let that be their undoing.
- I will go.
- My queen
- You cannot.
- I will not lose dragons to war
whilst I hide here in my castle.
Our allies raise their banners
for you, Mother.
RHAENYRA: Yes, they do.
If you die, all is lost.
- Send me.
- No.
I will burn Cole's lines and
withdraw before King's Landing
- could even raise the alarm.
- You lack the experience.
You must send me, Your Grace.
Meleys is your largest dragon
and no stranger to battle.
I will meet Cole.
(SIGHS)
♪
♪
(FLAGON SHATTERS)
♪
JACAERYS: I wish only to fight for you,
for your claim and mine.
I
There's something I need
to tell you, Jace.
Something I should've told you
when you first became
heir to the throne.
It's a secret that Viserys told me
when he named me his successor.
And it has passed from king to heir
since Aegon the Conqueror's time.
(EXHALES)
♪
I never told you because I was unsure
that I believed it myself.
The Targaryen who sits the Iron Throne
is not just a king or a queen.
They are a Protector.
(SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN)
RHAENYRA: Ordained to lead
the Seven Kingdoms,
to strengthen them
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
and to unite them
against a common foe.
Viserys chose me to succeed him.
He held to this the whole of his life.
(SHOUTING)
My father believed that I, alone,
was meant to be this Protector.
They're 1,400-,
1,500-strong at least, my lord.
(ROARS)
RHAENYRA: But to unite the realm,
I had to send the dragons to war.
(ROARS)
♪
The horrors I have just loosed
cannot be for a crown alone.
That is why I must believe
what Viserys told me
when he named me his heir.
What Jaehaerys had told him.
And what I will now tell you.
(SUNFYRE CALLS)
What is it?
♪
Aegon the Conqueror's Dream.
He called it "The Song of Ice and Fire".
- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
- (ARROWS WHIZZING BY)
(GRUNTING, SHOUTING)
CAPTAIN: Loose! New rank!
Loose! New rank!
Loose! New rank!
♪
Push it!
GUARDS (SHOUTING): Dragon!
Dragon!
(ALL YELLING)
GWAYNE: To the Seven Hells
with you, Cole!
You may as well have sounded
horns to announce our coming!
CRISTON: Order the Darklyn levies
to break off and move ahead.
We must keep the dragon's
attention divided.
- Make the signal.
- What signal?
CRISTON: All is going to plan.
♪
(BLOWS HORN)
(GROWLING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(ALL YELLING)
(HORN BLOWING IN DISTANCE)
(BLOWS HORN)
(GROWLING)
♪
(SUNFYRE CALLS)
(GROANS)
(SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN)
(EXHALES)
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(SCREECHES)
(GRUMBLES)
(ALL YELLING)
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Forward, Sunfyre!
- (SUNFYRE ROARS)
- Faster!
GUARDS (SHOUTING): Dragon!
Whose dragon is that?
His Grace, the king's.
This was your secret plot, Cole?
For the king himself to lay ambush
- and mayhaps die in the attempt?!
- CRISTON: No!
Loose more signal arrows!
Stalwart men of House Targaryen,
your king has joined you!
Hold to your courage! Hold to your wits!
For the Seven have blessed and shielded
this host with divine purpose!
For the one true king, Aegon!
- Advance!
- (SOLDIERS SHOUTING)
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Where are you, Aemond?
(ROARS)
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(SPEAKS HIGH VALYRIAN)
Dracarys!
(GRUNTS)
(GRUMBLES, SCREECHES)
- (SCREECHING, ROARING)
- (AEGON PANICKING)
(YELLING)
(ALL YELLING)
(HIGH-PITCHED CALLING)
(SCREECHING)
CAPTAIN: Another one there!
Send a volley to those Rosby men!
Give them no quarter!
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- (DISTANT BELLOWING)
We'd best get you to cover, my lord.
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(GRUMBLES)
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(SCREECHING)
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(DISTANT SCREECHING)
AEGON: Thank the gods!
Dracarys!
Ah!
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No! (YELLS)
- (ROARING)
- (SUNFYRE SCREECHING)
(SCREECHING)
(SOLDIERS YELLING)
CRISTON: Your Grace!
(MUSIC SOFTENS)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(SPEAKS HIGH VALYRIAN)
- (MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
- (MELEYS SCREECHES)
(GRUNTS)
(NEARBY GROWLING)
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(ROARS)
- (DRAGONS SCREECHING)
- (MUSIC STOPS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(MUSIC RESUMES)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(ALL YELLING)
(GRUNTING, YELLING)
- (HORSE NEIGHS)
- (LOUD THUD)
(SILENCE)
- (SLOW-MOTION YELLING)
- (SLOW, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(LOUD FOOTSTEPS)
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(GRUMBLING)
(MELEYS GRUMBLING, GROANING)
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
(ROARS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, SHOUTING)
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(VOCALIZING CONTINUES)
(SCREECHES)
- (SCREECHES)
- (ALL YELLING)
(SCREECHING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREECHING)
(MUSIC SLOWS)
(GRUMBLING)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXPLOSION BOOMS)
(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(MUFFLED YELLING)
(MUFFLED ROARING, RUMBLING)
(GASPS FOR AIR)
(GASPING)
(LABORED BREATHING)
(QUIET, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
GWAYNE: Fall in behind me!
Into the breach!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
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(HEAVY BREATHING)
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(BREATHY) The king has
fallen. We must find him.
(ARMOR CLATTERS)
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(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
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CRISTON: Aemond!
(SUNFYRE GRUMBLES)
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Where's His Grace?
(SUNFYRE GRUMBLING)
(SUSPENSEFUL, SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(HELMET CLATTERS)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(LIGHT, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
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