Game of Thrones Page #3
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- 2011
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JON:
Lord Stark... There are five pups.
Three male, two female.
(off Ned’s curiosity)
You have five trueborn children.
Three sons, two daughters. The
direwolf is the sigil of your
House.
Everyone looks to the Stark banners, with their direwolf
crest-of-arms. We see their opinions about the pups change,
as they come to understand the import of this omen.
JON:
Your children were meant to have
these pups.
NED:
And you?
JON:
I am not a Stark, my Lord.
11.
Ned weighs the situation for a moment in silence.
NED:
You will feed them yourselves. And
train them yourselves.
Bran nods eagerly. Robb nods as well.
NED:
They may die anyway, despite all
you do.
ROBB:
They won’t. We won’t let them.
The decision made, people start to remount their horses.
Bran tugs gratefully on Jon’s sleeve. Jon smiles at him, but
beneath his smile there is a trace of sadness.
Jon is about to climb onto his horse when he hears a distant
whimpering. Leaving the horse behind, he ranges into a snow
drift, and scans the ground until he finds the source:
A sixth wolf pup, with white fur. Unlike the others, its eyes
are blood-red and open, and it is completely silent. Jon
picks it up.
Theon scoffs.
THEON:
An albino. It’ll die even faster
than the others.
Jon ignores Theon. He stares into the pup’s eyes and the pup
stares back.
JON:
This one belongs to me.
DAENERYS (15) stands by the window, staring out at the bay of
Pentos, where shirtless FISHERMEN haul nets full of wriggling
fish from their boats onto the docks. The setting sun
silhouettes the brick towers of the Free City; intricate and
colorful geometric patterns decorate their bulbous domes.
Daenerys is a beautiful girl but nobody has bothered to tell
her. She is awkward in her own skin, unaware of how rare her
violet eyes and lush silver hair really are.
12.
VISERYS (O.S.)
Where’s my sweet sister?
VISERYS (20) steps into the room, a gaunt young man with
nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale eyes. He holds
a lilac gown in his hands.
VISERYS:
A gift from Illyrio. Touch it. Go
on. Feel the fabric.
Dany lets the delicate silk run through her fingers. It is a
gorgeous gown but the sight of it gives her no pleasure.
VISERYS:
Tonight you must look like a
princess.
Daenerys hands the gown back to her brother.
DAENERYS:
He gives us so much... we’ve been
his guests for a year and he’s
never asked for anything.
VISERYS:
Illyrio’s no fool. He knows I won’t
forget my friends when I come into
my throne.
He hangs the gown from a hook beside the door.
VISERYS:
I’ll send the slaves in to bathe
you. Be sure you wash off that
stable stink.
He studies her critically.
VISERYS:
You still slouch.
He pushes back her shoulders.
VISERYS:
Let them see you have a woman’s
body now.
His fingers brush lightly over her breasts, judging their
shape beneath the rough fabric of her tunic.
13.
VISERYS:
Don’t fail me tonight. You don’t
want to wake the dragon, do you?
His fingers tighten over one of her nipples, pinching. He’s
hurting her but Daenerys does not resist or open her mouth.
VISERYS:
Do you?
DAENERYS:
No.
VISERYS:
Good.
He smiles, releasing her, brushing back her hair with
something like affection.
VISERYS:
When they write the history of my
reign, they will say it began
tonight.
EXT. STREETS OF PENTOS - NIGHT
A dozen STRONG MEN carry a palanquin through the pitch-black
streets of Pentos. Two SERVANTS walk in front, holding oil
lanterns to light the way.
INT. PALANQUIN - NIGHT
Inside the curtained litter, Daenerys, Viserys and MAGISTER
ILLYRIO recline on soft pillows. Daenerys wears the lilac
gown. Her makeup has been artfully applied but somehow she
looks even younger than before. She seems terribly nervous.
Illyrio (50) is tremendously fat, but he carries himself with
a certain elegance. He smiles at Daenerys, takes the girl’s
hand and gives her a comforting squeeze.
ILLYRIO:
(to Viserys)
She is a vision, your Grace. Drogo
will be impressed.
VISERYS:
She’s too skinny. Are you sure he
likes his women this young?
ILLYRIO:
She’s had her blood, she’s old
enough. Look at her!
(MORE)
14.
ILLYRIO (cont'd)
Highest of the highborn, daughter
of the past king, sister to the
future king... he’ll want her.
VISERYS:
I suppose. The savages have queer
tastes. Boys, horses, sheep...
ILLYRIO:
Best not suggest this to Khal
Drogo.
VISERYS:
Do you take me for a fool?
Magister Illyrio gives a slight bow.
ILLYRIO:
I take you for a king. Kings lack
apologies if I have given offense.
He claps his hands and a SLAVE BOY wearing a brass collar,
crouched in the corner of the litter, hurries over to refill
Illyrio’s wine glass.
VISERYS:
I know how to play a man like
Drogo. I give him status-
(nodding at Dany)
-- and he gives me an army.
His fingers toy with the hilt of his sheathed sword.
VISERYS:
I could sweep the Seven Kingdoms
with ten thousand Dothraki
screamers behind me. The people
will be with us. They cry out for
their true king.
Viserys pauses and gives Illyrio an anxious look.
VISERYS:
They do, don’t they?
ILLYRIO:
(an amiable salesman)
All across the Kingdoms, men lift
secret toasts to your health. Their
women sew dragon banners in hope of
your return from across the water.
(shrugs)
Or so my agents tell me.
15.
Daenerys, who has watched Illyrio throughout his speech,
turns away. She keeps her own counsel, but it’s clear the
words that so inspire Viserys do not impress her.
EXT. DOTHRAKI ENCAMPMENT - NIGHT
A great field outside the city walls of Pentos, ringed by
hundreds of the distinctive, round Dothraki tents.
The moon and burning torches light the milling guests. Many
are DOTHRAKI HORSELORDS, big men, their black hair oiled and
braided and hung with silver bells. No women are present.
A smooth-cheeked EUNUCH announces the newcomers:
EUNUCH:
Viserys of the House Targaryen, the
Third of his Name. King of the
Andals and the First Men, Lord of
the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of
the Realm. His sister Daenerys
Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone.
His honorable host, Illyrio
Mopatis, Magister of the Free City
of Pentos.
The three honored guests step into the clearing. Illyrio
guides them, pointing out various luminaries.
ILLYRIO:
Those three are Drogo’s
bloodriders.
The BLOODRIDERS, fearsome Dothraki warriors, stare back at
Daenerys. She quickly averts her eyes.
ILLYRIO:
Over there is Ser Jorah Mormont.
VISERYS:
A knight? What’s he doing here?
SER JORAH is past forty and balding, but still strong and
fit. When he sees the Targaryens staring at him he bows
deeply. Viserys gives a slight nod, pleased by the obeisance.
ILLYRIO:
King Robert
(correcting himself)
-the Usurper wanted his head. Some
trifling affront. Sold poachers to
a slaver.
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