JORAH MORMONT's body lies on an unlit funeral pyre. DAENERYS TARGARYEN mourns over his prone body. She leans down and kisses him gently on the forehead. She then whispers something in his ear.
SANSA STARK weeps over THEON GREYJOY's dead body, her hand on his chest. She steps back, takes a Stark direwolf pin from her chest, and secures it on THEON's.
JON SNOW, ARYA STARK, SAMWELL TARLY, and BRAN STARK stand amidst the Stark men, some of whom bear torches. DAENERYS joins the crowd a bit further down, next to GREY WORM, VARYS, MISSANDEI, and TYRION LANNISTER. In front of the crowd are scores of funeral pyres in a grid. Stark soldiers stand at intervals with more torches. SANSA returns to the somber crowd, joining her siblings. Even GHOST stands obediently in mourning. JON steps forward to address those assembled.
The victory feast is somber and quiet, even though the hall is filled to capacity. At the head table sits BRAN, SANSA, JON, DAENERYS, and TYRION.
In the crowd, GENDRY looks around. He turns back to the table where SANDOR "THE HOUND" CLEGANE eats hungrily. GENDRY takes a drink.
THE HOUND takes a deep gulp of his wine. GENDRY gets up, insulted. He walks the length of the hall to exit, but DAENERYS notices him as he passes the head table.
GENDRY stops and faces her. The hall goes even quieter.
GENDRY approaches DAENERYS.
No one in the hall responds.
The crowd murmurs.
The newly named GENDRY BARATHEON nods in shock and surprise. At a nearby table, DAVOS stands and raises his glass.
Everyone in the hall rises to their feet to salute GENDRY.
GENDRY takes a goblet from the smiling JON SNOW.
GENDRY salutes the hall. They cheer in response.
THE HOUND, still sitting, shakes his head and returns to shoveling food into his mouth. The hall contiunes to cheer.
TYRION; A fitting reward for a hero.
SANSA looks at DAENERYS with concern, pondering the play that the Mother of Dragons has just made.
TYRION looks into the fire, pensively.
TYRION address BRAN, who sits nearby.
BRAN doesn't answer.
BRAN looks turns to look behind him at MAESTER WOLKAN.
MAESTER WOLKAN steps up behind BRAN's chair and starts wheeling him away."
TORMUND goads JON into drinking from his horn.
Everyone laughs. TORMUND holds up the drinking horn in salute.
Everyone in the hall cheers. DAENERYS stands.
Everyone stands and cheers again, even louder. Only THE HOUND remains seated in disdain for the celebration.
TORMUND tips the great horn back and drinks for an inordinately long time. He roars. JON and SANSA smile. SANSA watches DAENERYS again, then stands and exits.
DAENERYS returns to her seat, sitting alone while TORMUND continues to spur on the drunken revelry nearby. The hall is abuzz with merriment.
TYRION, JAIME, BRIENNE, and PODRICK are playing TYRION's drinking game.
Humorously scoffing, BRIENNE drinks.
BRIENNE looks accusingly at PODRICK.
TORMUND is quite drunk and vociferous as he celebrates with JON, DAVOS, and some Free Folk.
JON, sitting behind him, shakes his head and laughs. He takes another drink as he listens.
Sitting just beyond the group, DAENERYS notices the praise that JON is getting. She watches closely. TORMUND puts his hand of JON's shoulder with drunken affection. He then throws his arm around JON's shoulder.
DAERNERYS continues to jealously observe the adulation that JON receives. A coffee cup rests on the table next to her.
TORMUND firmly slaps JON on the back. JON winces in pain.
The men laugh.
DAENERYS grows more unhappy with the praise and attention that JON is getting.
The crowd cheers. JON looks at DAENERYS. She toasts him with her glass. TORMUND continues to laugh as DAENERYS looks around the room, with VARYS standing in the wings behind her. She looks over at the table where the drinking game is being played by TYRION, JAIME, BRIENNE, and PODRICK.
BRIENNE drinks. They all laugh.
DAENERYS looks back at JON and TORMUND, feeling let out. She stands quickly. VARYS stands in response. As she exits, VARYS bows to her, then watches her go with concern.
TYRION, JAIME, BRIENNE, and PODRICK are deep in their cups.
BRIENNE and TYRION laugh. TYRION drinks.
TYRION growls and drinks.
TYRION laughs drunkenly, and BRIENNE drinks, smiling. TYRION stares at BRIENNE as he prepares his next guess in their game, his face suddenly very serious.
BRIENNE's face falls. PODRICK drinks nervously. JAIME tries to save the mood.
BRIENNE goes from flabbergasted to angry in the course a moment. She stands.
TORMUND approaches them
TORMUND guffaws.
BRIENNE exits, and the drunken TORMUND moves to follow. JAIME stands quickly and blocks him. They exchange a look. JAIME jovially pats TORMUND on the shoulder to stay him, then turns to follow BRIENNE. Wounded, TORMUND watches BRIENNE leave, tailed by JAIME. TYRION gets his attention by pouring his wine into TORMUND's drinking horn.
TYRION's eyes hold TORMUND's gaze as he clinks his glass with the drinking horn. He exits and PODRICK smirks. TORMUND digests the reality of the situation. He returns to his Free Folk friends. PODRICK watches him go, and his eyes meet those of a Stark maiden, who smiles at him. He smiles back.
TORMUND, confessional and teary, pours his heart out to THE HOUND.
TORMUND clasps THE HOUND's shoulder.
TORMUND swivels quickly to find WILLA and SARRA standing nearby.
SANSA watches their interaction from afar. TORMUND chuckles and hugs WILLA close to him
TORMUND sighs and grabs the pitcher from WILLA. He sets it down on a nearby table. They exit.
While THE HOUND drains his glass and plunks it on the table, SARRA walks to the other side of him and sits.
THE HOUND grabs a large pitcher from the table in front of him and refills his glass.
SARRA looks across the room to SANSA. She tries to re-engage THE HOUND, but he lurches aggressively at her, growling. SARRA recoils, then exits quickly
SANSA approaches THE HOUND and sits down across from him.
SANSA returns his brush off with silence.
THE HOUND chuckles.
THE HOUND takes a deep drink.
SANSA clasps his hand, gently. He looks down at the kindness, then back at her eyes.
SANSA gathers herself, stands and exits. THE HOUND ponders.
The rowdiness continues to increase, as the party spills out into the courtyard
GENDRY searches for ARYA. He enters a passageway away from the festivities. He is startled by an arrow that pierces the wall just in front of his face. He turns to see ARYA holding the bow. He raises both hands in surrender, and enters.
ARYA notches another bow.
She launches the arrow at a makeshift target tacked to a barrel. She picks up another arrow.
GENDRY grabs her quickly and kisses her.
GENDRY kneels before ARYA
ARYA bends down and kisses GENDRY. They stand together.
ARYA readies another arrow, and lets it fly.
BRIENNE adds a log to the fire burning in the hearth. There is a knock on the door. BRIENNE walks over and opens it. JAIME stands at, leaning drunkenly against the wall.
JAIME invites himself in. He places a pitcher on the table, and grabs the two glasses nestled the elbow of his right arm. BRIENNE is a bit confused, but she closes the door and walks over.
JAIME picks up the pitcher to pour a glass of wine.
JAIME hands her a full glass.
BRIENNE drinks, a puzzled look on her face.
JAIME slides off his jacket with a bit of difficulty and throws it down on the table.
JAIME fills the other glass with a sloppy pour.
JAIME drinks. BRIENNE's expression softens.
JAIME works to undo the lacing of his shirt, but struggles to do so one-handed. He chuckles in embarrassment at his ineptitude. He tries using his left hand and his teeth. BRIENNE realizes that this is a drunken seduction. She swats his hand away.
BRIENNE undoes JAIME's shirt. He starts doing the same for her.
They both pause and look at one another. BRIENNE undoes her own shirt as he watches. She helps JAIME pull his shirt over his head. She then peels off her own shirt.
JAIME cuts her short with a hungry kiss. She returns in kind.
JON sits on the edge of his bed, his head propped up on one fist, tired and drunk. DAENERYS opens the door and enters.
JON looks at her for a beat.
JON stands and stumbles a bit. He laughs at himself.
DAENERYS shuts the door and moves closer.
They embrace.
JON and DAENERYS kiss, gently at first. Their passion builds and they start to undress one another while still kissing. JON pulls back, a conflicted look on his face. DAENERYS responds with dejection. JON moves away.
She sits.
JON kneels before her.
DAENERYS quickly takes JON's face in her hands and looks him straight in the eye.
JON stands. DAENERYS takes his hand in hers.
JON returns her touch.
JON cups her face in his hands.
DAENERYS's face turns stony.
JON lets his hands fall. DAENERYS walks away.
The room contains a map of Westeros with stone pieces representing the forces at Winterfell and King's Landing. The war council consists of MISSANDEI, DAENERYS, VARYS, GREY WORM, TYRION, JON, ARYA, SANSA, QHONO, SAM, BRAN, MAESTER WOLKAN, DAVOS, and BRIENNE. The mood is somber and tense.
GREY WORM picks up a handful of Winterfell markers.
JON slides of some other markers. MAESTER WOLKAN slides away some more. VARYS places additional markers in King's Landing.
DAENERYS pauses and thinks before responding.
JON turns to face DAENERYS.
ARYA and SANSA exchange a glance.
JON moves the corresponding markers on the map.
GREY WORM moves those markers into position.
Everyone exits, except for the Stark children. ARYA intercepts JON as he begins to leave. SANSA moves to stand beside BRAN.
JAIME and TYRION talk by the fire.
They both laugh.
TYRION and JAIME clink their glasses in a toast.
They drink.
BRONN enters. He cavalierly holds JOFFREY's crossbow
JAIME motions to the crossbow.
BRONN sits next to them.
BRONN pivots in his seat and gives TYRION a left hook to the face. JAIME jerks to his feet. In a fluid motion, BRONN leans back and threatens JAIME with the crossbow
TYRION tips his head back and groans, holding his nose with both hands.
BRONN picks up a cup of wine and drinks deeply.
BRONN unleashes a crossbow bolt just past JAIME's head. They both are taken by surprise and go silent at the threat. BRONN reloads.
BRONN takes another drink.
BRONN; (chuckles) Oh, no. No, my fighting days are done. But I still got a few killing days left, you hear me? I'll come find you when the war is done. Till then, don't die.
BRONN stands up and backs out of the room, keeping the crossbow trained on the the Lannister brothers. He shuts the door behind him. JAIME and TYRION look to one another.
THE HOUND rides though the gray and snowy landscape, chewing on jerky. He sees something in the distance.
ARYA rides up next to him. Annoyed, THE HOUND throws his jerky on the ground .
They ride side by side.
THE HOUND laughs. ARYA smiles.
SANSA watches the dragons soar through the air. TYRION approaches.
Distracted by the flying dragons, SANSA does not answer.
SANSA takes her eyes off the dragons and slowly turns to look at TYRION.
The Unsullied march in time out the main gate of Winterfell. SANSA and TYRION both turn to watch.
SANSA gives a sigh and turns away. TYRION looks at her curiously.
SANSA mulls over the knowledge she has about JON's heritage.
TYRION starts to walk away.
TYRION stops and turns to look at SANSA.
DAVOS mounts his steed while JON packs his saddle. TORMUND approachs.
JON shakes his head, amused. He walks to meet TORMUND halfway.
JON looks at GHOST.
TORMUND and JON hug.
TORMUND exits. JON walks to meet SAM and GILLY. JON gives GILLY a hug, and is surprised by her baby bump. She looks at her belly, smiling. SAM nods to confirm that she is pregnant.
JON and SAM hug, both of them holding back tears.
JON walks away. GHOST whines as he passes. JON mounts, and rides out of the gate with DAVOS. TORMUND, GHOST, SAM, and GILLY watch him go.
A ship drops anchor and another furls its sails, while other ships in the distance have already set anchor. RHAEGAL and DROGON fly overhead, with DAENERYS riding atop DROGON. They soar over the castle, enjoying themselves. Suddenly, a huge bolt pierces RHAEGAL's chest. He screeches in pain. DAENERYS is confused and distraught as RHAEGAL struggles to continue flying. Another bolt plunges into his chest, and a third pierces his neck. Blood spurts and the mighty dragon tumbles towards the sea.
The volley of giant bolts takes apart the Targaryen ships. GREY WORM is knocked off his feet by the force of impact.
The sea spurts over the railings as the massive bolts destroy the hull. TYRION pivots away from the attacking side and is nearly impaled on a whistling bolt. He falls backwards with a grunt. He quickly swivels back to his feet and changes direction. Another bolt screams through the air in front of him and destroys the railing on the far side of the deck. TYRION tries to continue towards the stern of the ship, but the bolts continue relentlessly, causing devastation and carnage. With no other options, TYRION jumps overboard to escape.
TYRION treads water. He looks up as a felled mast comes down on top of him. The screen goes black.
Survivors of the Targaryen Fleet drag their comrades through the surf and onto the shore. They cough and gasp. VARYS and TYRION lie on the shore, VARYS coughing uncontrollably while TYRION pants. GREY WORM staggers to shore and desperately looks around.
GREY WORM runs back into the water, his eyes scanning the waves.
He dives into the water and swims out to search for her.
CERSEI looks out into the courtyard of the Red Keep. A crowd files in through the main entrance from the city beyond.
EURON approaches.
EURON kneels before her.
CERSEI strokes his face.
EURON rises, and looks to QYBURN, who nods, confirming CERSEI's pregnancy. Elated, EURON stokes CERSEI affectionately. She does not enjoy it.
CERSEI moves away from the window and walks past SER GREGOR "THE MOUNTAIN" CLEGANE, who guards MISSANDEI, hands shackled and weeping.
CERSEI, QYBURN, and EURON exit.
JAIME finds SANSA talking to BRIENNE.
JAIME approaches them cautiously.
SANSA and BRIENNE exchange a glance. SANSA nods, giving BRIENNE permission to tell JAIME the news.
SANSA exits. JAIME's face falls.
JAIME readies his horse for departure. BRIENNE approaches.
BRIENNE takes JAIME's face in her hands, pleading with him.
BRIENNE inhales deeply, holding back her tears.
JAIME turns and mounts his horse. BRIENNE sobs. JAIME rides away, leaving her alone with her tears.
VARYS, GREY WORM, DAENERYS, and TYRION stand in front of a phalanx of Unsullied soldiers. High above them, CERSEI, EURON, and THE MOUNTAIN look down upon them from atop the gate. MISSANDEI stands with them, shackled and frightened. They are flanked by a long line of scorpions that are loaded, manned, and ready. The small company of Unsullied are vastly outnumbered by the archers and soldiers of King's Landing. An Unsullied solder shouts and the company thump their spears to attention.
The gate rattles and QYBURN walks out. TYRION steps forward to meet him halfway between the gate and the Unsullied.
Having heard enough, TYRION walks past QYBURN so that he can address CERSEI directly. As he approaches the wall, The Kingsguard respond to the thread.
The scores of archers draw their bows back, aiming at TYRION. The Imp continues to approach until he is within shouting distance. Looking down on him with contempt, CERSEI raises her hand, ready to give the order to her soldiers. After a tense moment, she makes a fist and brings her arm gently to her side. Her men stand down. TYRION nods, grateful.
CERSEI weighs his words. DAENERYS looks on, anxious and angry. CERSEI steps forward next to MISSANDEI and clutches her arm. In response, DAENERYS and GREY WORM move closer.
MISSANDEI stares below for a moment and takes a few shuddering breaths before raising her eyes.
Horror and disbelief shows on the faces of DAENERYS and GREY WORM. TYRION mouths "No". CERSEI smiles cruelly. She looks to THE MOUNTAIN, who steps forward, drawing his great sword. He slices through MISSANDEI's neck in one sweeping cut. Her head and body fall from the top of the gate to the ground below. GREY WORM turns away, unable to watch. His face twitches and he breathes raggedly.
Atop the wall, CERSEI looks down, satisfied. EURON looks pleased. TYRION turns around, dejected. He looks at DAENERYS, who struggles to contain her anger. TYRION knows he has failed her. CERSEI savors her cruel moment. DAENERYS fumes and boils with fury as she walks away through the Unsullied.
