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GAME OF THRONES

S08E01 - "FEALTY"

PART 3 of 4


Sansa weighs allegiances. Tyrion delivers news. Cersei recruits a dubious ally.

INT. WINTERFELL - GREAT KEEP HALLWAY - EVENING
Dany and Sansa walk together down a hallway.
DANY
You've been ruling the North, in Jon's absence.
SANSA
Yes, your grace.
DANY
Your brother speaks very highly of you.
Sansa smiles politely.

26.
SANSA
He's a good man, your grace. He takes his duty very seriously, and does it as well as he knows how.
DANY
And how well is that, in your opinion?
Sansa hesitates for the merest half-beat.
SANSA
Jon is a fine ruler, your grace.
DANY
(knowing)
You're uneasy about our alliance.
Sansa's face briefly betrays a flicker of alarm, before she moves to smooth things over.
SANSA
Your grace, I (would never--)
DANY
(interrupting)
That's fair. You don't know me.
Sansa looks at her -- surprised, curious, still cautious.
DANY
Your caution doesn't offend me, my lady. It shows wisdom.
She stops walking and faces Sansa.
DANY
(gentle)
I'm not here to conquer the North, Lady Stark. I'm here to help you. I swear to you, I will never ask anything of your brother that is against the Northern interest. I will never hurt him. I will never betray him. You have my word.
Sansa stares back at her, betraying nothing, weighing how much to trust this new player in the game.
INT. WINTERFELL KITCHENS - EVENING
Sam's face is a mask of shock.

27.
TYRION
(halting)
I'm very sorry for your loss, Samwell.
SAM
(wavering)
How did they die?
TYRION
After the battle, the queen addressed the surviving Lannister soldiers, including your father and brother. She offered them all a choice. That's more than most rulers do for their prisoners of war. She offered amnesty to all those who would bend the knee before her.
SAM
And?
TYRION
...and your father and brother refused.
SAM
(more heat)
And?
Tyrion looks truly miserable.
TYRION
She burned them with her dragon.
Sam makes a horrified sound. Tyrion hurries to elaborate, though he's painfully aware of how feeble his reassurances must sound.
TYRION
I know that sounds terrible. But it was very quick. They didn't suffer.
SAM
(incredulous)
Didn't suffer?
TYRION
...not for long.
There's a miserable silence, punctuated by Sam's labored breathing as he tries to fight back tears. Finally:

28.
SAM
Does Jon know?
A beat.
TYRION
Jon knows that his queen did battle with the Lannister forces, and that there were many casualties.
SAM
(echoing)
"His queen."
Tyrion eyes him warily.
TYRION
Samwell... Queen Daenerys has pledged all her forces to fighting the Night King and his army. Your friend bent the knee because (he knows she is our best hope of-- )
SAM
(testy, bitter)
You don't need to lecture me about the importance of fighting the Night King, thank you.
TYRION
(backing down)
Of course.
Another beat, then Sam stands up brusquely, the legs of his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He heads for the door.
TYRION
(pained)
Samwell...
Sam stops. Then turns around to face Tyrion again.
SAM
(clipped)
Yes?
A long beat. Tyrion, who always knows the right thing to say, realizes that -- at least for now -- there's nothing he can say that won't just make things worse.

29.
TYRION
If you wish to speak more, you can come to me at any time.
Sam stares back expressionlessly. Then turns and leaves without a word.
EXT. GODSWOOD - EVENING
BRAN STARK sits in the godswood, his eyes warg white. Jon and Sansa approach him, their feet crunching in the snow.
Jon stops and stares at Bran. This is the first time he's seen him since he left Winterfell for the Wall, years ago.
He takes slow steps toward him and crouches low, staring up into his little brother's face.
JON
Bran...
SANSA
He can't hear you.
Jon gazes sadly at Bran and nods.
JON
I know. He's flying north in his raven. It's a long flight.
(beat)
The last time I saw him, he'd just fallen from a tower. I said goodbye, but he couldn't hear me then, either.
SANSA
He didn't fall. He was pushed.
Jon looks up at her, then back at Bran.
JON
Aye, I know.
SANSA
Jon...
(Jon looks up)
...you don't really believe Cersei is going to fight alongside us, do you?
A beat.

30.
JON
I don't know her like you know her, Sansa. But Tyrion knows her better than either of us. If he says she'll help us...
SANSA
You pledged to fight for Daenerys Targaryen, the woman who means to take her throne from her. She will never forgive you that.
JON
Everything you've ever told me about Cersei... I believe you, Sansa. But you've never seen a dead man try to kill you. I went north of the Wall, captured one, dragged it to the capital, and dumped it at her feet.
(beat)
Yes, she's a monster. And when that monster looked into the face of the monster that is coming for us now, she forgot yesterday's wars. That should terrify you.
Sansa still looks unconvinced. Jon sighs.
JON
You'll see what I mean. And a lot sooner than I'd hoped.
SANSA
How soon?
JON
Bran said the army is marching for Last Hearth. If they hit Karhold next, that should give us two or three weeks. As long as the Night King doesn't change course, or fly ahead of his army.
(beat)
I suppose Bran will tell us if that happens.
They both stare at Bran.
SANSA
Well. No news is good news, then.
Bran's eyes are warg white.

31.
EXT. NORTHERN COUNTRYSIDE - EVENING
A lone raven wings its way north. It's Bran, carrying his all-important messages to Last Hearth and Karhold.
EXT. KING's landing - day
Our wide aerial of the northern countryside gives way to a wide aerial of King's Landing.
INT. CORRIDOR TO CERSEI'S OFFICE - DAY
BRONN walks down a corridor of the Red Keep, escorted by THE MOUNTAIN. They round a corner and enter Cersei's office.
INT. CERSEI'S OFFICE - DAY
The Mountain closes the door behind them, and escorts Bronn as he approaches CERSEI LANNISTER, the most murderous woman in the world. She stares at him dispassionately from behind her desk.
CERSEI
(enunciating dangerously)
Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.
BRONN
(not afraid of you)
Queen Cersei.
An awkward beat.
CERSEI
Please sit.
Bronn moves to sit.
CERSEI
Thank you for coming.
BRONN
(re: Mountain)
That one's hard to refuse.
CERSEI
We have never really talked properly, have we.
BRONN
I prefer dealing with your brothers. Speaking of which, what happened to Jaime? He still owes me money.

32.
CERSEI
Does he? How rude of him to leave without seeing to that.
BRONN
So he did leave. I thought maybe you killed him, for abandoning you.
Cersei deadpans at him.
CERSEI
What makes you think he abandoned me?
BRONN
Why else would you be talking to me? You don't like me. And I don't like you, frankly. But. You can't have your proper lords finding out that your own brother has abandoned your cause, can you? So you send him to escort me here, your pet mute, and no one else. So you can beg me to fetch Jaime back for you.
CERSEI
(cold)
I am your queen. You will speak to me with courtesy.
BRONN
(not intimidated)
You're a queen. And you don't pay me for my courtesy. You pay me to put meself in danger on your behalf. That frozen wasteland up there is the most dangerous place in the world. You want me to go there, you gotta pay up.
CERSEI
(echoing quizzically)
"The most dangerous place in the world."
BRONN
Swarming with dead men, isn't it? Or it will be, soon.
CERSEI
You believe that?

33.
Bronn gives a wry half-laugh.
BRONN
I missed the monster show in the Dragonpit. But I know Tyrion. He wouldn't have come anywhere near you if that weren't the truth. None of those fools would've. Perhaps you hadn't noticed, but you're not very well-liked.
Cersei stares at him dispassionately.
BRONN
Jaime said you were sending your army up there to help. But you lied, didn't you? That's why he left.
CERSEI
Are you going to lecture me about honor?
BRONN
I'm not much for honor, really. I'm for survival. And so are you. I'd have done the same, probably.
(beat)
Your brother, on the other hand. He seems to have something against his own survival. It's very annoying, speaking as the man tasked with protecting him.
CERSEI
Is it now.
BRONN
Yeah, it is. But I have a feeling I'm no longer tasked with protecting him. So what is it you want?
Cersei regards him, weighing her words.
CERSEI
Find him. Talk sense into him. See if you can make him appreciate the merits of survival, as you and I do. Convince him to come back and reassume his rightful place as the commander of my armies.

34.
BRONN
And if I fail at that?
CERSEI
Join his cause.
Bronn lifts his eyebrows.
CERSEI
Accompany him to Winterfell and offer yourself up to this usurper queen and her pet bastard. Serve them well. Gain their trust.
BRONN
And then?
CERSEI
Kill them all.
BRONN
Your brother too?
A long beat.
CERSEI
If you must.
Bronn leans back in his chair and gives Cersei an appraising look. The silence stretches on for a few beats.
BRONN
A hundred thousand gold dragons.
Cersei raises her eyebrows.
BRONN
Up front. Coin in hand. And another fifty thousand when I return with your brother. Or what's left of him, depending how things go.
CERSEI
Fifty thousand total. After you return.
BRONN
You really going to haggle me for your brother's life? A hundred thousand up front, or I don't go.
CERSEI
Why do you need so much coin in hand?

35.
BRONN
So I can spend it. The world is ending, in case you hadn't noticed. I intend to treat meself on the road up.
CERSEI
"Treat yourself." You could buy out every inn and whore from here to Winterfell and still not put a dent in that gold.
BRONN
I've been working for the promise of gold for too long. I'm tired of that. Makes me sword arm sluggish. It needs to feel the weight of real gold, not promised gold, if it's to perk back up again. I need you to make good on this, as a gesture of good faith on your part.
Cersei stares expressionlessly at him for a long beat.
CERSEI
I'll have it delivered to your chambers in an hour.
BRONN
Alright, then. In an hour, we'll have ourselves a deal.
Bronn gets up and starts walking to the door.
CERSEI
Bronn.
(Bronn turns)
Don't you dare betray me.
She says this with such menace, such all-knowing power, that even Bronn is momentarily cowed.