Game of Thrones S1E9
Game of Thrones S1E9
Game of Thrones S1E9
Baelor
Season 1, Episode 9
At the Kings Landing catacombs, Varys goes out to see Ned Stark.
Varys: You've seen better days, my lord.
Eddard Stark: Another visit? lt seems you're my last friend.
Varys: No, no, many still love you. Sansa came to court this morning to plead
for your life.
Eddard Stark: On her knees begging for me. Hm! Did you laugh with the
others?
Varys: You do me wrong, my lord. Your blood is the last thing l want.
Eddard Stark: l don't know what you want. l've given up trying to guess.
Varys: When l was still a boy - before they cut my balls off with a hot knife - l
traveled with a group of actors through the free cities. They taught me that
each man has a role to play. The same is true at court. l am the master of
whisperers. My role is to be sly, obsequious and without scruples. l'm a good
actor, my lord.
Eddard Stark: Huh. Can you free me from this pit?
Varys: l could. But will l? No. As l said, I'm no hero.
Eddard Stark: What do you want? Tell me. No riddles, no stories. Tell me,
what do you want?
Varys: Peace. Did you know that your son is marching south with an army of
Northmen? Loyal lad. Fighting for his father's freedom.
Eddard Stark: Robb? He's just a boy.
Varys: Boys have been conquerors before. But the man giving Cersei
sleepless nights is the king's the late king's brother. Lord Stannis has the best
claim to the throne. He is a proven battle commander and he is utterly without
mercy.
Eddard Stark: Stannis Baratheon is Robert's true heir. The throne is his by
rights.
Varys: Sansa pleaded so sweetly for your life. lt would be a shame to throw it
away. Cersei is no fool. She knows a tame wolf is more use to her than a
dead one.
Eddard Stark: You want me to serve the woman who murdered my king, who
butchered my men, who crippled my son?
Varys: l want you to serve the realm! Tell the queen you will confess your vile
treason, tell your son to lay down his sword and proclaim Joffrey as the true
heir. Cersei knows you as a man of honor. lf you give her the peace she
needs, and promise to carry her secret to your grave, l believe she will allow
you to take the black and live out your days on the Wall with your brother and
your bastard son.
Eddard Stark: You think my life is some precious thing to me? That l would
trade my honor for a few more years of... of what? You grew up with actors.
You learned their craft and you learnt it well. But l grew up with soldiers. l
learned how to die a long time ago.
Varys: Pity. Such a pity. What of your daughter's life, my lord? ls that a
precious thing to you?
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Theon shoots a raven coming from The Twins. Robb picks it up and reads the
message.
Catelyn finds herself inside the Twins, which the Freys gathered to watch her
audience with Lord Walder.
Walder Frey: What do you want?
Catelyn Stark: lt is a great pleasure to see you again after so many years, my
lord.
Walder Frey: Oh, spare me. Your boy's too proud to come before me himself.
What am l supposed to do with you?
Stevron Frey: Father, you forget yourself. Lady Stark is
Walder Frey: Who asked you? You're not Lord Frey yet, not until l die. Do l
look dead to you?
Ryger Rivers: Father, please
Walder Frey: l need lessons in courtesy from you, bastard? Your mother
would still be a milkmaid if l hadn't squirted you into her belly.
(gestures to Catelyn) All right, you come forward.
(kisses her hand) There. Now that l've observed the courtesies, perhaps my
sons will do me the honor of shutting their mouths.
Catelyn Stark: ls there somewhere we can talk?
Walder Frey: We're talking right now. Fine. Out! All of you!
(taps his new wife on the bottom) Oh! You too.
(To Catelyn) You see that? Fifteen, she is. A little flower. And her honey's all
mine.
Catelyn Stark: l'm sure she will give you many sons.
Walder Frey: Huh. Your father didn't come to the wedding.
Catelyn Stark: He is quite ill, my lord.
Walder Frey: Huh. Didn't come to the last one, either. Or the one before that.
Your family has always pissed on me.
Catelyn Stark: My lord, l
Walder Frey: Don't deny it. You know it's true. The fine Lord Tully would
never marry any of his children to mine.
Catelyn Stark: l'm sure there were reasons
Walder Frey: l didn't need reasons. l needed to get rid of sons and daughters.
You see how they pile up? Why are you here?
Catelyn Stark: To ask you to open your gates, my lord, so my son and his
bannermen may cross the Trident and be on their way.
Walder Frey: Why should l let him?
Catelyn Stark: lf you could climb your own battlements, you would see that
he has 20,000 men outside your walls.
Walder Frey: There will be 20,000 corpses when Tywin Lannister gets here.
Don't try and frighten me, Lady Stark. Your husband's in a cell beneath the
Red Keep and your son's got no fur to keep his balls warm.
Catelyn Stark: You swore an oath to my father.
Walder Frey: Oh, yes, l said some words. And l swore oaths to the crown too,
if l remember right. Joffrey's king now, which makes your boy and his corpses-
to-be nothing but rebels, it seems to me. lf l had the sense the gods gave a
fish, l'd hand you both over to the Lannisters.
Catelyn Stark: Why don't you?
Walder Frey: Stark, Tully, Lannister, Baratheon. Give me one good reason
why l should waste a single thought on any of you?
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At Castle Black, Jon Snow and Commander Mormont are having a chat.
Jon Snow leaves the room and emerges outside, heading towards the mess
hall.
Unidentified Nights Watchers: Well done. Well done.
Nights Watcher #1: You earned that, Snow.
Nights Watcher #2: Well done.
Jon arrives at the mess hall. The other men gather around him to see his new
sword, but Sam remains seated at a distance, looking distraught.
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Back at the Crossing, Catelyn returns from her conversation with Walder Frey
at the Twins, and finds Robb and the others having a meeting in his tent.
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Back at Castle Black. Jon goes to see Maester Aemon, finding him cutting
meat to serve to the ravens.
Jon Snow: Sam said you wanted to see me?
Maester Aemon: l did indeed. Perhaps you would be kind enough to assist
me. Tell me, did you ever wonder why the men of the Night's Watch take no
wives and father no children?
Jon Snow: No.
Maester Aemon: So they will not love. Love is the death of duty. lf the day
should ever come when your lord father was forced to choose between honor
on the one hand and those he loves on the other, what would he do?
Jon Snow: He would do whatever was right, no matter what.
Maester Aemon: Then Lord Stark is one man in 10,000. Most of us are not
so strong. What is honor compared to a woman's love? And what is duty
against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? Or a brother's smile?
Jon Snow: Sam told you.
Maester Aemon: We're all human. Oh, we all do our duty when there's no
cost to it. Honor comes easy then. Yet sooner or later in every man's life there
comes a day when it is not easy. A day when he must choose.
Jon Snow: And this is my day? ls that what you're saying?
Maester Aemon: Oh, it hurts, boy. Oh, yes. l know.
Jon Snow: You do not know. No one knows. l may be a bastard, but he is my
father and Robb is my brother.
Maester Aemon: The gods were cruel when they saw fit to test my vows.
They waited till l was old. What could l do when the ravens brought the news
from the South: the ruin of my House, the death of my family? l was helpless,
blind, frail. But when l heard they had killed my brother's son and his poor son
and the children! Even the little children.
Jon Snow: Who are you?
Maester Aemon: My father was Maekar, the first of his name. My brother
Aegon reigned after him when l had refused the throne. And he was followed
by his son Aerys whom they called the Mad King.
Jon Snow: You're Aemon Targaryen.
Maester Aemon: l'm a maester of the Citadel, bound in service to Castle
Black and the Night's Watch. l will not tell you to stay or go. You must make
that choice yourself and live with it for the rest of your days. As l have.
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Across the Narrow Sea, the Dothraki are on the move. Drogo leads them, but
seems to have fainted. Daenerys rides right behind him.
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At the Lannister camp, Tywin is presiding over lunch/war meeting. Tyrion gets
there while everyones already seated and eating.
Kevan Lannister: Our scouts tell us the Stark host has moved south from the
Twins with Lord Frey's levies in tow. They're a day's march north.
Tywin Lannister: The boy may lack experience and sense, but he does have
a certain mindless provincial courage.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, do continue. Didn't mean to interrupt.
Tywin Lannister: l do hope your savages are going to be of some use,
otherwise we've wasted good steel on them.
Kevan Lannister: The great hairy one insisted he must have two battleaxes.
Heavy black steel, double-sided.
Tyrion Lannister: Shagga likes axes.
Tywin Lannister: When the battle commences, you and your wildlings will be
in the vanguard.
Tyrion Lannister: The vanguard? Me and the tribesmen on the front lines?
Kevan Lannister: They do seem rather ferocious.
Tyrion Lannister: Ferocious? Last night a Moon Brother stabbed a Stone
Crow over a sausage. Three Stone Crows seized the Moon Brother and
opened his throat. Bronn managed to keep Shagga from chopping off the
dead man's cock, which was fortunate, but even still, Ulf is demanding blood
money, which Shagga and Gunthor refuse to pay.
Tywin Lannister: When soldiers lack discipline, the fault lies with their
commander.
Tyrion Lannister: Surely there are ways to have me killed that would be less
detrimental to the war effort.
Tywin Lannister: There'll be no more discussion on the matter.
Tyrion Lannister: lt appears l'm not hungry after all. Excuse me, my lords.
Back at his tent, Tyrion finds Bronn there with a woman (a prostitute) waiting
there too.
Tyrion Lannister: Where did you find one so pretty at this hour?
Bronn: l took her.
Tyrion Lannister: Took her? From whom?
Bronn: From, uh, Ser What's-his-name? l don't know. Ginger cunt, three tents
down.
Tyrion Lannister: And he didn't have anything to say about it?
Bronn: He said something.
Tyrion Lannister: Well, the odds of me living long enough for him to retaliate
have just dropped drastically. We'll be at the vanguard tomorrow.
Bronn: Oh, well. l, uh, think l'll go and find myself one.
Bronn leaves. Tyrion addresses the prostitute.
Tyrion Lannister: Who are you?
Prostitute: Who would you like me to be?
Tyrion Lannister: What did your mother call you?
Prostitute: Shae. What did your mother call you?
Tyrion Lannister: My mother died giving birth to me.
Shae: ls that why l'm here? So we can talk about our mothers?
Tyrion Lannister: What sort of accent is that?
Shae: Foreign.
Tyrion Lannister: For-
Shae: What do you want from me?
Tyrion Lannister: What do l want from you? l want you to share my tent. l
want you to pour my wine, laugh at my jokes, rub my legs when they're sore
after a day's ride. l want you to take no other man to bed for as long as we're
together. And l want you to fuck me like it's my last night in this world. Which it
may well be.
Shae: And what do l get?
Tyrion Lannister: One - safety. No one will hurt you for as long as you're
mine. Two - the pleasure of my company, which l have heard is spectacular.
Shae: Who told you this? Women you paid?
Tyrion Lannister: And three - more gold than you can spend if you lived a
thousand years. Do you accept my proposal?
Shae gets undressed and kisses Tyrion.
Shae: Let's start with your last night in this world.
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Back across the Narrow Sea. Drogo is mumbling incoherently in Dothraki (no
subtitles provided) inside a tent, Daenerys by his side.
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At the Lannister camp, Tyrion, Bronn and Shae are drinking together inside
Tyrions tent at night, before the battle.
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We cut to Catelyn and Rodrik Cassel overlooking the Trident from a safe
distance at higher ground.
Rodrik Cassel: We should go, my lady.
Catelyn Stark: No!
Rodrik Cassel: My lady!
Stark bannermen: Hyah! Hyah!
The Stark host arrives at the clearing. Robb is amongst them, and he comes
carrying a tied and bound Jaime Lannister.
Robb Stark: By the time they knew what was happening, it had already
happened.
Jaime Lannister: Lady Stark. l'd offer you my sword, but l seem to have lost
it.
Catelyn Stark: lt is not your sword l want. Give me my daughters back. Give
me my husband.
Jaime Lannister: l've lost them too, l'm afraid.
Theon Greyjoy: Kill him, Robb. Send his head to his father. He cut down ten
of our men. You saw him.
Robb Stark: He's more use to us alive than dead.
Catelyn Stark: Take him away and put him in irons.
Jaime Lannister: We could end this war right now, boy, save thousands of
lives. You fight for the Starks, l fight for the Lannisters. Swords or lances,
teeth, nails - choose your weapons and let's end this here and now.
Robb Stark: lf we do it your way, Kingslayer, you'd win. We're not doing it
your way.
Greatjon Umber: Come on, pretty man.
Robb Stark: l sent 2,000 men to their graves today.
Theon Greyjoy: The bards will sing songs of their sacrifice.
Robb Stark: Aye. But the dead won't hear them. (making a speech to his
bannermen) One victory does not make us conquerors. Did we free my
father? Did we rescue my sisters from the queen? Did we free the North from
those who want us on our knees? This war is far from over.
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At Kings Landing, Arya is chasing down pigeons on the street while staying
hidden from the Kingsguard. She catches one and snaps its neck. Soon
afterwards, she sees a bakers stall with pastries on display.
From Neds perspective, the roars of the crowd become almost silent; he
looks towards Baelors statue but finds no one there. He lowers his head in
recognition of his fate as the sound of Paynes longsword cuts through the
hushed silence. We see the sword swing until it reaches his head, with a
direct cut to Arya as Yoren prevents her from seeing the actual execution.
Arya looks at the sky; a flock of pigeons flies away from the courtyard as she
holds her head against Yorens chest; she sighs heavily, and the screen cuts
to black.