03x01 - Salt and Sea, Fire and Blood

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Kneel.

I can make it clean, or...

Might I at least know
the accusation, my prince?

Where is he?

- Who?
- My brother, the king.

In his quarters!

You are a traitor to the crown.

- I sentence you to die.
- No!

My prince.

It appears Lord Larys
has fled the Keep as well.

Mm.

I need milk of the poppy.

I'm afraid in our hasty flight
that I neglected to bring any.

Ah, the pain!

Please. Please.

Take heart, my king.

These are dark hours, but...

brighter days lie ahead.

No. No.

I'm the king of nothing.

With raven sh*t for a throne
and a cr*pple for a protector.

Oh, I'm f*cking pathetic.

Oh, f*ck!

Draw your hood.

Wait, no, wait!

Who are you?

Simple men in service of the Citadel.

We're taking these ravens
to White Harbor.

You're in the queen's lands.

If you mean to pass, you first
have to denounce the usurper,

bend the knee.

You swear fealty to Her Grace,

the one true queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

We denounce the usurper

and swear to Her Grace,
Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Come on, friend. Affirm your fealty

so we might be on our way.

The captain said kneel.

f*ck you.

Forgive my friend,
he can be so stubborn.

They're for Aegon.

Put them to the sword.

- Ahh. Wait, please. Please.
- It's a very lucky day for you, my lord.

The reason this man won't swear
fealty to Rhaenyra...

is because he is Aegon Targaryen.

What?

No, no, that's...

What are you playing at, friend?
Always jesting.

- That true?
- No.

No, of course not.
These... these are lies.

He was lustrated in dragonfire

- by Rhaenys Targaryen...
- No.

...and her dragon at
the Battle of Rook's Rest.

My companion is always
the gifted mummer.

- I am His Grace's loyal councillor...
- Always making grand claims

- for his entertainment.
- ...and the Lord of Harrenhal...

Outrageous f*cking lies!

Someone's lying.

- His crown.
- No.

Pretty hair.

Take their heads.

They'll make a rich
bounty for the queen.

- Forgive me, my lord...
- No, no, no, please.

...but you would lose your
own head for such a misstep.

This is the challenger himself.

You can name your price
for delivering him...

and his most trusted confidant
to the queen

as living hostages.

Who are they, then?

No one of consequence.

What's the nearest port?

Duskendale.

Bar them within.

We'll take them there.

And hire a ship to Dragonstone.

I have to believe...

that Alicent's offer was genuine.

It is a ruse
cloaked in stale friendship.

The risk she took in coming here
is beyond question.

And the risk she now asks you to take?

To fly to the Greens' stronghold
based on her word alone.

It is a trap, Mother...

to lure you and Daemon
into Vhagar's jaws.

No! Vhagar and Aemond are gone.

They have flown to Harrenhal.

And Aegon is bedridden.

I could take both Aegon and the throne

in a single stroke.

No.

You cannot trust her.

Mother.

Alicent came to Dragonstone.

- Alicent?
- Under a banner of peace.

- Surely, this is not possible.
- The Greens know already

that their defeat is written.

Aemond flies on Vhagar

to join Cole in the Riverlands.

With him gone, Alicent will
open the gates of the Red Keep

and surrender Aegon to me.

I will then take his head
and the throne.

What are her terms, Your Grace?

That she, Helaena,
and Jaehaera are spared,

and that this w*r ends
without further bloodshed.

That is a low price.

Do you believe she can be trusted?

Uh, get word to Lord Corlys
in the Gullet.

I require ships to deliver
fighting men enough

- to secure the city.
- Your Grace, I protest

- this action with all my po...
- And Daemon must return with haste.

I'll write to him.

We'll fly to King's Landing
in two days' time...

and take the city.

Good morrow, ser. My queen.

The king requires an audience.

Rather to the throne room, Your Grace.

Aemond.

Why are you here?

Aegon has abdicated the throne.

Abdicated? W-What do you mean?

Fled King's Landing
with that toad Larys.

No, Aegon was... bedridden.

Where could he have gone? Why?

Because he's even more stupid
than he is craven.

We must send a search party.
He needs to be found immediately.

Where were you, Mother?

You've not been seen
in the Keep in days.

I was in the Kingswood, Aemond.

I have found myself
of little use here of late.

And what of Harrenhal?

You and Vhagar were meant
to fly to meet Ser Criston

and challenge Daemon together.

Aegon has left me no choice

but to remain here and defend the city.

But aid is coming.

Lord Ormund and 15,000 Hightower men

presently march up the Mander
with Daeron and his dragon.

And the Triarchy fleet
will, at any moment,

ambush the blockade with a force
thrice the Sea Snake's strength.

We only need to bide our time.

The Lannister host
has scattered, my prince.

The vanguard was smashed
and the rearguard broken and fled.

And what of the golden Lord Lannister?

Fled when the cavalry broke rank.

Our scouts believe they may be
regrouping near the God's Eye.

Then we'll continue the fight there.

We must pursue them till the last.

- Have graves dug for our dead.
- Aye, my lord.

Caraxes would make short work
of these bodies.

And burnt flesh carries no plague.

That is not our way.

Rivermen must be returned to the mud.

My lord!

To arms!

Form on me!

We have come to die
for the dragon queen.

Very good. We've got more lions to hunt.

Good morrow, Lord Hand.

Has there been word from Prince Aemond?

None. As yet.

He and Vhagar were
supposed to have joined us

back at the Antlers.

We march ever exposed.

- If he does not come...
- He has to come.

There is another matter.

One of our men
has ravaged a village girl.

I witnessed the events myself.

Something must be done.

Hang him then, if you wish.

I am not his Lord Commander.

A punishment is due, yes,

but also a statement to the men.

That we are not beasts, but knights,

and soldiers of honor.

Look around you, Ser Gwayne.

Look to the sky. To the horizon.

Doom and ruin surround us.

We will all become beasts
before our end.

Only if we abandon our principles.

Never knew my mother.

Same as most of the gutter-rats.

Was kicked about
more than a mongrel dog.

Wished for death more days
than I wished to live.

There was this priest from Essos.

He fancied me. Paid me coin.

To do things.

He said I had king's blood.

That I was born for a purpose.

I liked that story.

So I owned it.

Ulf the Dragonseed.

And that red c**t was right.

And you?

Where'd you get your dragon's blood?

Did you hear something?

Don't like this place.

All this hanging about.

Vhagar was supposed to be here already.

We have to wait until she comes.

The queen didn't say
nothing about waiting.

She said, come here, k*ll Aemond.

I wouldn't be too keen to meet Vhagar.

She and the One-Eye have
slain at least two dragons already.

Fight'll be worth it, though.

For the castle.

What castle?

The queen promised to make us knights,

so we get a castle.

- What?
- You have to be named a lord

to get a castle.

- What's a knight get, then?
- A horse.

What do I need with a f*cking horse?

- I've got a dragon.
- You'd be Ser Ulf,

and men would have to show you respect.

Men would have to show me respect

'cause of the big f*cking dragon.

I can't live in a title.

Or drink it.

I imagine there'd be eager women.

Get more women with a castle.

Did you know Aegon had fled?

He was meant to be here.

It's Aemond who should have flown.

You're frightened.

Ser Criston and Ser Gwayne
are in great peril.

I fear only for our knights.

Aemond should be with them.

Aemond's frightened, too.

After he claimed Vhagar,
he forgot what fear was.

But he remembers now.

He knows that if he has to face
Rhaenyra's dragons, he'll die.

Ser Soren?

Lord Ormund marches here
with the Hightower host.

Dispatch one of your fastest riders

and deliver this to him with haste.

These are the king's instructions.

The king's?

- With haste, Ser Soren.
- At once, Your Grace.

Alyn, sit.

I saved this one.

It's from Ib.

Such luxury is wasted on me.

I've already broken the wax.

And I am not prepared...

to drink alone.

I forget the guttural name
they have for it.

But I believe a rough
interpretation is "dragon water."

An acquired taste, perhaps.

The queen has sent word.

We are to pull five ships
from the blockade,

sail down the Blackwater,
and seize King's Landing's port.

She's taking King's Landing?

Rhaenyra's advantage is now absolute.

She will surround the city
with her dragons

and force the surrender
of Aegon and Aemond.

I admit I know little of this enemy.

But Aemond One-Eye seems the sort

who would sooner let it all burn
than abandon the throne.

Rough seas lie ahead.

I cannot fully mend...

the... breach between us.

But I do accept
that it was of my making.

I was fond of your mother.

For...

whatever we had together.

I did try to provide a life for you.

- For your brother.
- A life, perhaps.

But never a name.

I am sorry for it.

Sail h*!

Enemy ships sighted!

- Enemy ships sighted.
- What is their strength?

Three-and-fifty counted so far.

They already outnumber us.

Put the oars out.
Send ravens to Dragonstone.

Put the oars out!

Take us to the head of the blockade

and signal the fleet: form battle lines.

Is it the Lannisters or the Greyjoys?

It's the Triarchy.

Bring my armor.

Commander.

The Gullet has three inlets
into the Blackwater,

the largest of which opens
just to the south of Driftmark.

But I hold strongly that we must
press towards the southern inlet.

If our armada engages the
Velaryon fleet at close combat,

it will blunt the threat
of Rhaenyra's dragons.

They will be loath
to burn their own ships.

A canny strategy, my lord.

I can see why your king
made you Lord of the Ships.

You'll rule all this kit
if you wind up in the drink.

My strategy is expressly
not to "end up in the drink."

We will face death on this deck
before we face it in the sea.

You will be glad of our armor
when the fighting starts.

I know I will.

The Sea Snake scouts have
raised the alarm, Commander.

If only to see his face.

Signal Halfjaw to take his detachment

and penetrate the northern pass.

- Mm.
- The northern pass

is the farthest route

running north of Dragonstone.
Whatever for?

To sack High Tide.

Lord Corlys' castle?

We will require
the full strength of your fleet

- if we have any hope...
- High Tide is a monument

to the Sea Snake himself.

Do you think his focus will hold

when he sees his treasure room aflame?

Uh...

What is the weather
to be today, Bold Jon?

Raining piss or sh*t,
from the looks of the messenger.

Good morrow, ser. What news?

Good morrow, my Lord Hightower.

I bring urgent word from King Aemond.

King, is he now?

Aemond says we have to make
camp here and await further word.

He shall join us in three days' time.

So Aegon's dead, then?

One king is as good as another.

Have this lad bathed and fed.

- Give him a good tent.
- Yes, sire.

Mayhaps the weather will hold.

It is my fault
we're in this position.

I strove tirelessly to put Aegon
on the throne, but I...

I failed to prepare him to rule.

His frailties are his own.

You should have been king.

If you'd only been born first,
then perhaps

we wouldn't be here, but...

we must ever play the board before us.

That is why you need to go to Harrenhal.

To what end?

It is a stronghold.

One that has withstood
dragonfire once before.

You are no longer safe here
in King's Landing.

It is well to be fearful.

I, too, am afraid.

I'm not afraid.

Of course not.

But you are the crown now.

And Rhaenyra will send
her new dragons here for you.

Soon or late.

I am not afraid.

Fly to the Riverlands.

Draw Daemon out.

He has just one dragon, and k*lling him

would be a vicious blow to Rhaenyra.

At Harrenhal, you will be unassailable.

Perhaps I could even meet you there.

That road is uncertain.

But this one,

if you stay here and wait for Rhaenyra

and her dragons to come,
this one is certain.

You are so courageous.

But I cannot lose you as I did Aegon.

If I do, I will be lost.

Heed me, Aemond, please.

I shall host a feast there
in your honor.

In Black Harren's hall

whilst my uncle's head
looks down from a spike.

f*ck!

What if Aemond
knew we were coming for him?

He could have attacked
Dragonstone in our absence.

Queen assigned us a task.
We must man steadfastly.

And if that is what the enemy
is counting upon?

- What is that?
- f*ck this place!

- What's happened?
- I'm leaving is what's happened.

We must wait for Vhagar.

For how long? Forever and a day?

She was meant to be here already.

The queen only instructed us
to ambush Vhagar.

She did not say what to do
if the dragon never came.

I say we remain.

Who made you f*cking king?

I don't like it here.

Is that what you'll tell Her Grace?

- That you're craven?
- I'll tell Her Grace true.

That we stood watch
and Vhagar never came.

Your friend's right.

You're missing the battle.

The queen needs you at Dragonstone.

Who are you?

I'm a witch.

Right. Look after yourselves.

Your Grace!

- There is w*r in the Gullet.
- Who?

An armada of ships

sailing out of the rising sun
from the east.

They have sprung their trap.

I shall go.

Mother!

Stop! You cannot!

There is nothing you can say
that I have not heard.

If you die...

Then you will at last be king.

My riding leathers.

You are to lock and bar this door.

The queen must be confined
until she regains her senses.

I could not defy Her Grace's commands.

You are a knight of the Queensguard,
Ser Lorent.

You swore to protect
Her Grace from all threats.

Including herself.

Your life...

for hers.

Jace.

Rescind your command.

- It is treason.
- She has rejected my counsel,

my every attempt to join the fight.

So you make w*r with her instead?

This is all the work of an ambush,
like Rook's Rest,

a ruse to draw out the queen herself.

They k*lled my brother, Baela.

I won't let them take her as well.

Come with me.

We are ready.

We can win this victory for her.

Was this not always our purpose?

Ser Lorent, open the door.

Your Grace, it was the
Prince Jacaerys' command.

To ensure your safety.

Open the f*cking door.

I cannot.

Ser Lorent!

Jace!

You open the f*cking door!

You release me at once!

I will have your heads for this!

Crossbows, ready!

Release!

Archers, ready!

Release!

Archers, ready!

Release!

Barrelman! Signal the fleet:

Do not cluster.

Keep them on the chase.

- Aye-aye!
- The fight is yours.

Archers, ready!

Archers, go!

Loose!

Flagship's been sighted, m'lord.

It's the Bitchfist.

Lohar?

Harden up and make towards her.

- I want her to sight us.
- Aye, m'lord.

Harden up! Pick up the stroke!

Here she comes, lads!

Our jewel in the rough.

Signal the fleet.
The Sea Snake belongs to us.

An equal share of the plunder
when we take the ship!

- Aye, Commander!
- Commander!

Commander!

Ours is the flagship.

We cannot give ourselves
to a singular pursuit.

We must lead the as*ault
lest it fall into disorder.

Do you think I sailed
across the Narrow Sea

to win your king's w*r for him?

Those were the terms of the contract.

The Sea Snake led
the persecution and slaughter

of my mates for more than 20 years.

I sealed your contract for him.

Tonight, we shall walk
in the ashes of High Tide!

You'll all join me as I sit
the Driftwood Throne

and dine on the Sea Snake's ears!

Break us free!

And give chase!

He wishes only to protect you.

I never asked to be protected.

I expect it from my council,

those craven men ever clutching
at their doublets.

But my Queensguard?

Mine own son?

I may appear to have the weak
and feeble body of a woman,

but I possess the heart
and spirit of a king.

Enemy to starboard!

- Split, split, split!
- Ballistae, reload!

And put those fires out!

The fleet is surrounded.

And the Bitchfist now pursues
us with a small detachment.

- Dragon!
- Dragon!

Dracarys!

Dracarys!

Set a course through
the Dragonstone Pass.

The tide is nearly out.
We'll run aground.

Lohar only wants me. She'll follow.

Without her, their fleet
will be rudderless...

and easy prey for our dragons.

Make ready, men!

Bring the grapnels!

- Ready?
- Ready!

Load!

Call me Lohar, Dragon-Slayer!

Press the pursuit!

Ease the sheets and put out the oars.

Cast the leadlines.

Clew up the course.

Leadsmen, to the channels.

Cast the leadline!

Depth, six fathoms!

Barrelman, report!

Breakers dead ahead.

Tide's running hard out.

Currents are strong set to larboard.

Three enemy ships closing fast astern!

Larboard your helm.

Follow my direction closely.

There is a way through the pass,
but it is narrow.

Half-five and fast receding!

- Seven!
- Speed: seven knots!

Slight to larboard.

Aye, Lord Admiral.

- Follow her wake.
- We must go no further.

The pass is too shallow.

We do not know the lay of this place.

- We are sailing blind.
- The Sea Snake will guide us.

- One over four!
- One over four!

Perhaps 70 yards' distance.

Easy now.

Starboard your helm.

Too strong.

Ease it back.

Let me.

Forty yards now.

Thirty-five!

- And a half-three!
- And a half-three!

Bank the oars.

Coxswain ahoy! Bank oars!

- Twenty-five yards!
- Twenty-five yards!

- One over three!
- Ten yards!

- Ten yards!
- We're over the Teeth!

We're clear!

Leave Lohar to the Teeth.

Take us back to the Gullet.
We must rejoin the fight.

Three hands to starboard, now!

- Three hands to starboard!
- We're going to wreck!

We have walked directly into his snare.

Two hands to larboard now
and hold her there!

- Two hands to larboard, hold!
- Cut the anchors!

Drop weight and raise our draft.
Quickly!

Aye, Commander! Cut the anchors!

What do you weigh in that armor?

And the rest of them!

Hold that line,
and pull the f*cking oars in!

Oars out and close the distance!

Bring the hooks and lines!

Enemy flagship is clear.

She's closing fast astern.

She has the legs on us.
We can't outrun her.

And we've not yet the wind
to carry us against the current.

Furl the sails and put the oars out.

Hard round to starboard.

Ready the offensive
for a broadside as*ault.

All shields and crossbows,
to your stations!

Load the ballistae!

- Boarding party!
- Boarding party.

Hard about and keep pulling!
Strong against the current.

- Turn!
- Or she'll be dragged back into the Teeth.

She's not turning!

All shields and crossbows to starboard!

Broadside, ready!

Positions, move! Positions!

- Crossbows, ready!
- Ready!

Strike!

Hold that course and f*cking row!

Brace and be ready!

Now, strike!

Take the ship.

On your feet! Prepare to engage!

Dracarys!

Bring down the rider!

No! No!

Sheepstealer, no!

That's my sister.

Father!

Hold on, Baela!

Rhaena!

Sheepstealer!

Sheepstealer! No!

Vermax!

Jace!

Jace!

Come on, Vermax!