Game of Thrones Page #4
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16.
VISERYS:
He could be useful.
Illyrio places his hand on Daenerys’ bare shoulder.
ILLYRIO:
Over there, sweet princess. There
is the Khal himself.
KHAL DROGO (30) is the tallest man in the courtyard, but
despite his size and musculature, he has the grace of a
panther. His black hair is woven into a single braid, hung
with silver bells, that swings below his belt.
Illyrio walks over to the Khal (a dozen yards away). Viserys
leans closer to his sister, never taking his eyes off Drogo.
VISERYS:
You see how long his hair is? When
Dothraki are defeated in combat,
disgrace, so the world will know
their shame. Khal Drogo has never
been defeated. A savage, of course,
but one of the finest killers
alive. And you will be his queen.
Daenerys stares at the Khal. The man’s face is hard and
cruel, his eyes dark as onyx as he watches Illyrio perform
his submissions.
DAENERYS:
(her voice small and thin)
I don’t want to be his queen.
Please, please, I don’t want to, I
want to go home.
Viserys maintains a mask of politeness and keeps his voice
low, but there is fury behind his eyes.
VISERYS:
Home? How do we go home? They took
it from us.
He grabs her arm and drags her into the shadows, his
fingernails digging into her.
VISERYS:
How do we go home?
Tears well in her eyes.
17.
DAENERYS:
I don’t know.
VISERYS:
I do. We go home with an army. With
Khal Drogo’s army.
He brushes her cheek with the back of his hand and speaks to
her with real tenderness.
VISERYS:
I’d let his whole khalasar f***
you, all forty thousand men and
their horses too, if that’s what it
took. Come, dry your eyes.
Dany wipes away the unfallen tears. Illyrio, all smiles and
bows, escorts Khal Drogo toward them.
VISERYS:
(nervous whisper)
Smile. And stand up straight. Let
him see that you have breasts. Gods
know, they’re small enough as is.
Dany smiles and stands up straight.
EXT. KING’S LANDING - DAY
The walled city of King’s Landing, capital of Westeros. The
royal castle, the Red Keep, built of red sandstone, perches
on the cliffs above Blackwater Bay. The seven-towered Great
Sept of Baelor rises on the south edge of the city. In
between sprawls the fetid slum called Flea Bottom.
We PULL IN closer to the Red Keep, to a window near the top
of the Tower of the Hand.
INT. BEDCHAMBER - DAY
JON ARRYN (60s), cold and still, lies on his deathbed.
Two SILENT SISTERS, veiled adherents to the Faith of the
Seven, fold his hands across his chest and close his eyelids.
GRAND MAESTER PYCELLE (70s) stands beside them. He wears a
heavy chain around his neck, each link forged with a
different metal.
Beside him is QUEEN CERSEI (30s). Green-eyed and golden-
haired, the queen’s beauty has already become legend. Both
look down at Jon Arryn.
18.
PYCELLE:
I gave him milk of the poppy at the
end. To ease his path.
Cersei touches the old Maester’s arm in thanks.
CERSEI:
We are blessed to have a man of
The old Maester is not too old to appreciate a little
flattery, or the touch of a beautiful woman.
CERSEI:
He was peaceful, in his final
hours?
PYCELLE:
Mostly he slept, my Grace. Though
he had moments of clarity.
CERSEI:
Did he? What did he say, in these
moments of clarity?
PYCELLE:
He asked to see the King-
CERSEI:
Robert will never forgive himself
for not being here. These hunts of
his last longer and longer.
PYCELLE:
And he asked to see Lord Stark.
CERSEI:
A shame Lord Stark is a thousand
leagues away. That was all?
PYCELLE:
Yes... No. There was a phrase, one
phrase he kept repeating. “The seed
is strong.”
Cersei focuses her green eyes on the Maester.
CERSEI:
The seed is strong? What does that
mean?
19.
PYCELLE:
(shrugs)
The dying mind is a demented mind.
For all the weight they’re given,
last words usually have as much
significance as first words.
CERSEI:
Where is the Hand’s wife?
PYCELLE:
breathed his last.
Cersei turns and heads for the door.
CERSEI:
Send a raven to Casterly Rock. My
father should know Jon Arryn is
dead.
PYCELLE:
At once, my Grace.
Cersei exits the bedchamber. Pycelle watches the Sisters
perform their ritual ablutions, imagining, perhaps, the not-
too-distant day when they will minister to his own corpse.
The most dangerous neighborhood in the kingdom. DRUNKS spill
out of doorways of taverns lit with oil lamps, singing:
DRUNKS:
She kicked and wailed, the maid so
fair, but he licked the honey from
her hair, her hair! Her hair!
INT. BROTHEL - NIGHT
Outside we hear the sounds of rough laughter and singing. The
room is expensively appointed in silks, damasks and gilded
ornaments, but its garishness betrays its true nature.
That, and the naked REDHEADED WHORE on her knees beside the
bed. She bestows oral favors upon TYRION LANNISTER, a dwarf
with mismatched eyes: one green, one black.
Tyrion’s hands grip her hair as he shudders. Bells begin to
ring outside, thousands of them, great pealing bells from all
across the city.
20.
The Redhead, finished with her work, wipes her mouth with the
back of her hand.
REDHEAD:
Who they ringing the bells for?
TYRION:
The King’s Hand died this morning.
Tyrion grabs a goblet of wine from the bedside table. He
swigs and passes it to the whore. She raises it in toast.
REDHEAD:
Here’s to Jon Arryn, then. He was
the only one of you lot who cared
about the smallfolk.
She drinks deeply, sloshing the wine around her mouth.
TYRION:
I care about the smallfolk.
REDHEAD:
Only the ones with good tits. Who’s
Robert picking for a new Hand?
TYRION:
If he’s smart, my father.
REDHEAD:
And if he’s not smart?
TYRION:
If the King is not smart? Milady,
these are treasonous words...
He clamps his palms on the back of her head and guides her
back toward his crotch.
The Redhead laughs, disbelieving.
REDHEAD:
He takes the goblet from her, downs the remainder, and tosses
it across the room.
TYRION:
The gods gave me one blessing.
The Redhead grins and pushes her hair away from her face as
she dips down for further service.
21.
Just as Tyrion closes his eyes the door swings open. SER
JAIME LANNISTER (30s), the Queen’s twin brother, stands in
the doorway.
Considered by many the best-looking man in the Seven
Kingdoms, there is a hint of savagery behind his green eyes.
He smiles as the Redhead, flustered, covers her breasts.
JAIME:
Don’t get up.
REDHEAD:
Forgive me, my lord...
TYRION:
Should I explain to you, dear
brother, the meaning of a closed
door in a whorehouse?
Jaime continues to favor the redhead with his lazy grin,
f***ing her with his eyes as he speaks with his brother.
JAIME:
You have much to teach me, no
doubt, but in this instance perhaps
you’ll forgive the interruption.
You told me once that you wanted to
see the North. I didn’t want you to
miss your chance.
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