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GAME OF THRONES

S08E03 - "SILENCE"

PART 3 of 3

September 16, 2018

Sansa grapples with new information. Yara races to reunite with Theon.

INT. SANSA'S CHAMBER - DAY
SANSA STARK is wearing a look of total shock. Jon watches her face as Sansa processes what she has just heard.
Finally Sansa collects herself. She looks Jon up and down.

35.
SANSA
You don't look like a Targaryen at all, you know.
Jon smiles sheepishly.
JON
Aye, I suppose Stark blood runs thicker.
SANSA
You're certain it's true?
Jon gives a wry half-laugh and nods.
JON
That's the strangest part of all this.
He stares pensively at the wall.
JON
Try to imagine being completely surprised. To your core. And in the same moment, being completely certain that it's true.
(shakes his head)
It explains a hundred and one little things that never made sense, growing up. I never even realized I'd been counting.
SANSA
I can't believe father kept it secret from all of us.
JON
Wish he could've told your mother.
SANSA
You don't think he ever did?
JON
Never.
A beat.
SANSA
She was awful to you, wasn't she.
JON
(downplaying)
I'm sure it wasn't easy for her. Being constantly reminded of the one and only time her husband broke his honor.

36.
SANSA
Except he didn't.
JON
(echoing)
Except he didn't.
There's a somber, contemplative silence. Then Sansa shakes her head wonderingly.
SANSA
Jon, this...
She trails off, at a loss for words.
SANSA
This is really quite incredible. You're...
She stops, then an "oh shit" look comes over her face.
JON
What.
SANSA
What do we do about Daenerys?
JON
What do you mean?
Sansa gives him an impatient look.
SANSA
Don't you think she might object to someone else having a claim to the Iron Throne, if she finds out?
JON
No. I promised her I'd support her claim.
SANSA
You...
(beat)
You've told her already?
JON
Aye.

37.
SANSA
When?
JON
Earlier today.
Sansa's "oh shit" deepens.
SANSA
(wary)
Who else have you told?
JON
...you?
SANSA
(incredulous)
You told her before you told anyone else?
JON
What's wrong with that?
Sansa makes a face like she's trying to explain something to a hopelessly slow child.
SANSA
What's wrong, is that she could've killed you, made it look like an accident, and nobody would've known to suspect her.
JON
Bran and Sam know.
SANSA
Did you tell her that as well?
(off his silence)
Wonderful, so she might kill them too. Well done.
JON
(exasperated)
She's not going to kill anyone. Why are you so suspicious?
SANSA
Experience.
Jon sighs.
JON
You're right. She could have. But she didn't.
(off her look)

38.
Can you not accept that occasionally I'm right about people?
SANSA
You weren't right. You were lucky.
Jon makes a frustrated face, then looks away.
SANSA
Jon, I think the world of you. I think you're great at what you do...
Jon nails her with a "please just get to your point" look.
SANSA
...but you have to admit, better rulers than you have failed, because they never enjoyed the second chances you've had. You came back from the dead, and (you still think--)
JON
(snapping)
You think that was lucky? Why don't you try it and tell me what you think?
A long beat. Sansa looks chastised.
SANSA
(soft)
I didn't mean it like that.
JON
I know. I'm sorry.
SANSA
Don't be.
A pause. Sansa leans toward Jon.
SANSA
You trust her? You really, really trust her?
Jon turns his head, looks at Sansa a bit. Then nods.
Sansa sighs.

39.
JON
You don't.
SANSA
Well spotted.
JON
Sansa, you don't know her like I know her.
SANSA
I don't need to. I know power.
(beat)
You simply don't achieve her kind of power unless you're ruthless. You may have promised not to challenge her, and she may have refrained from killing you immediately. But if you ever start looking like a serious threat to her claim, she will find a way to remove that threat.
(beat)
It doesn't even have to come from you. If other people start favoring you over her, that's bad enough.
JON
Which is why I'm telling everyone the truth tomorrow morning.
Sansa stares at him in confusion.
JON
I'm going to publicly reaffirm my support for her claim. I'm going to make clear that I won't tolerate conspiracies on my behalf, and that I'll behead anyone who tries.
SANSA
That was an interesting thing you just did.
JON
What.
SANSA
You moved your lips and Tyrion's words came out.
Jon sighs.

40.
JON
Yes, we talked. But his advice makes sense.
SANSA
And what about conspiracies on her behalf. Who beheads those people?
JON
She will.
SANSA
You believe that.
JON
Maybe not beheading, that's more the Stark way...
SANSA
So Tyrion advised you to tell everyone that you're Rhaegar Targaryen's trueborn son. He probably advised you not to tell anyone early.
JON
It's not enough for everyone to know. Everyone has to know that everyone else knows.
SANSA
Or maybe it's to stop you from telling anyone before a convenient agreed-upon time. So they can kill everyone who knows -- tonight -- while the number is still small.
JON
(really frustrated now)
Sansa.
SANSA
Do you think that would be anything close to the most shocking thing someone has done for a crown?
JON
We have to trust them.
SANSA
Jon, you haven't seen what I've seen.

41.
JON
No, I was only murdered by my own men!
A ringing silence.
JON
Do you think it's easy for me to trust people now? It's a choice, Sansa.
She stares back at him.
JON
You always talk at me as if I don't understand that the things I do are dangerous. Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just a lucky fool.
SANSA
(conciliatory)
I don't think (you're a fool--)
JON
(interrupting)
Or maybe I understand that sometimes there are no better choices available. We have to trust them. The Night King will be here in a fortnight. How well do you think we'll stand against him if we let this divide us?
(beat)
Sansa, I've united wildlings. I've united Northmen. I've united Starks and Targaryens and Lannisters. What do you think holds them all together? Do you think your "better rulers" could have done what I've done without risking their own lives? Without risking everyone who follows them?
(beat)
If I start mistrusting my people, then they start mistrusting me. They start mistrusting each other. And then this all comes apart around us.
(beat)
We tell everyone tomorrow, with the rest of the morning announcements. Like Tyrion and I agreed.
SANSA
Jon...

42.
JON
I made one exception, and only one, for you. Because I choose to trust you. I need you to trust me now. Can you do that for me?
A long silence, then finally Sansa nods, letting all her breath out. She rubs at her face. Jon looks at her.
JON
One more thing.
SANSA
What.
JON
What do we do about the North?
SANSA
What do you mean?
JON
I was named Warden of the North. But I'm not a Stark.
He gives her a significant look.
JON
House Stark has ruled the North for thousands of years.
Sansa stares back at him, realizing now what he means. She weighs it in her mind.
She looks at Jon.
SANSA
This is your war. This has always been your war.
JON
This is everyone's war.
SANSA
And you're leading it.
She takes a breath.
SANSA
Stark, Targaryen... it doesn't matter. You matter. This war matters. The North is yours.

43.
INT. TYRION'S CHAMBER - NIGHT
Tyrion sits at a table in his chamber, reading a book. There's a knock on his door. He goes and opens it, revealing Sansa.
TYRION
(taken aback)
Lady Sansa...
SANSA
May I speak with you?
A beat.
TYRION
Yes, of course. Come in.
Sansa enters and takes a seat at the table. Tyrion closes the door behind her, casts her a fleeting, nervous glance, then walks over to the wine stand. He pours one goblet, sets it aside, starts pouring a second one...
SANSA
(re: wine)
No, thank you.
Tyrion eyes her, nods, then puts the wine pitcher down. He hesitates, then drinks the second goblet down, still standing there by the wine stand. Then he picks up his own still-full goblet and joins her at the table.
They look at each other a moment.
TYRION
I worried about you, you know. When you disappeared.
SANSA
I was stolen away by Littlefinger.
TYRION
(grimacing)
I knew I was right to worry.
SANSA
Yes. You were.
Tyrion gives her a sad look.
TYRION
I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, Sansa.

44.
SANSA
Don't be. No one can protect me, I've made my peace with that. My father couldn't, you couldn't. Jon can't.
TYRION
Mm. Your brother thinks very highly of you, by the way.
SANSA
My brother? Or my cousin?
She gives him a significant look. Tyrion stares.
TYRION
Jon told you.
SANSA
Don't look so worried. I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone else.
TYRION
...and will you?
Sansa smiles wryly.
SANSA
Jon trusts me, Tyrion. Which means you'll have to too.
TYRION
Which means we'll have to trust each other.
He gives her a look. She regards him.
SANSA
Do you remember our wedding night?
Tyrion grimaces uncomfortably.
TYRION
You probably remember it better. Unhappily for you, I'm sure. Myself, I was rather drunk.
SANSA
You said your father insisted that you consummate the marriage. You asked me how old I was.

45.
TYRION
(very uncomfortable)
I am deeply, deeply sorry for all of that, Sansa. It's not what I wanted.
SANSA
And then you said that you wouldn't share my bed, not until I wanted you to. You were kind to me, when you had no reason to be.
(beat)
Why?
TYRION
What do you mean "why"?
SANSA
All my brothers and sisters were dead, or presumed dead. Our child would have been heir to Winterfell. Heir to the North. It was clearly the right move for you. So why didn't you do it?
TYRION
(incredulous)
Are you really asking me why I didn't rape you?
SANSA
(calm)
It happens all the time to ladies like me. You're a political man. Would that really have been the worst thing you've ever done, for the sake of power? You've probably killed thousands of people, or watched them being killed -- on your orders, or Joffrey's, or Daenerys'. I know what ruling looks like, Tyrion. So why didn't you do it?
Tyrion stares at her, disturbed by the calm way she asks this question, and by the ugly truth of the question itself. He struggles with it for a time. Finally:
TYRION
(near-whisper)
I couldn't. I just couldn't. You started taking off your dress...

46.
He grimaces painfully.
TYRION
I just couldn't do it. No more than I could've sprouted wings, or touched my nose to my own asshole.
(beat)
I don't have a clever answer for you, I'm sorry.
Sansa regards him.
SANSA
What other sorts of things would you not be able to do?
Tyrion stares back at her.
TYRION
Sansa, you know I won't ever harm you. And I won't harm the people you love.
SANSA
I don't know that.
TYRION
Well, I won't. Whether you know it or not. I promise you.
Sansa looks back at him. A hint of vulnerability peeks through her dispassionate facade. She really wants to believe him.
She reins it back in.
SANSA
And I promise you... that if you ever do, winter will come for you. Even if none of us are alive to bring it. The North remembers.
There's a heavy silence after that, as Tyrion gazes back at her. He looks disturbed and saddened and more than a little intrigued.
TYRION
You've changed.
They regard each other in silence some more. Then Sansa rises to leave.

47.
SANSA
I'll see you in the morning, Lord Tyrion.
Tyrion's eyes follow her as she departs.
EXT. NARROW SEA - UNDERWATER - MORNING
Beneath the waves of the Narrow Sea, the OLD SAILOR's drowned corpse drags through the water by a rope bound to his wrists. His mouth gapes open lifelessly, showing the mutilated flesh where his tongue used to be.
We follow the rope up and out of the water in one smooth shot, and keep following it up...
EXT. THE SILENCE - CONTINUOUS
...onto the deck of the Silence, where the rope is secured by a winch.
[N.B.: the same winch that the old sailor had used to help Yara escape.]
There is frenetic activity on deck as EURON'S CREW work the sails. Additional topsails and gennakers are being deployed, unfurling in the wind and pulling taut against their lines. The spars groan under the load as the sails swell. The Silence leaps forward. They are moving at maximum speed and power.
EURON GREYJOY stands at the bow of his ship, a still point amidst the urgent activity around him. He stares out ahead with a cold, hungry focus, like a shark on the hunt.
EXT. SEA - YARA'S ROWBOAT
YARA GREYJOY pulls desperately at the oars. She's exhausted, and her lips are cracked from wind and thirst.
[N.B.: a rowboat moves "backward" relative to the oarsman, so Yara is facing her pursuers.]
Yara's POV: the Silence is gaining fast. It's big and dark and mean, a Goliath to her David.
She grits her teeth and redoubles her efforts through sheer force of will, crying out with exertion.

48.
EXT. THEON'S SHIP - THEON MOMENT
THEON
Yara!
THEON GREYJOY stands at the bow of his own ship, leaning out against the head rail as they sail toward Yara. Behind him on deck, THEON'S CREW shout and scurry. Some of them work the sails, others prepare a rope to shoot to Yara.
Theon's POV: Yara is rowing for her life, with the Silence in hot pursuit.
[N.B.: Yara is closer to Theon's ship than the Silence, but because of the direction of the wind, the Silence is closing the gap faster.]
THEON
(to the first mate)
They have the wind! They're going to catch her.
FIRST MATE
(snapping)
Get out of the way, Theon!
The FIRST MATE brusquely pushes Theon aside as he shouts orders to the crew.
FIRST MATE
Haul to!
Theon looks around helplessly, useless and ignored. He goes to the railing again and stares out at Yara with pain in his eyes.
EXT. SEA - YARA MOMENT
Yara cranes her neck to look behind her as she rows. She is so close, close enough to pick out Theon's figure standing at the rail. Tears spring to her eyes as she sees her brother again.
Then a dark shadow falls over her, and she looks up. The Silence is upon her, its black sails blotting out the sun. Euron smiles down at her from the deck.
Yara throws down her oars and dives overboard, not a moment too soon. A heavy rope net lands on the rowboat just as she disappears under the waves.

49.
EXT. UNDERWATER - CONTINUOUS
Yara holds her breath, swimming hard beneath the waves until she is forced to surface for air. She comes up, gasping.
EXT. THE SILENCE - euron moment
Euron sees her surface, then dive under again. His eyes follow her path and fix upon Theon's ship. His smile grows sadistic.
EURON
Prepare the corvus!
EXT. THEON'S SHIP - first mate moment
FIRST MATE
Ropes! Now!
An IRONBORN ARCHER draws a longbow -- the arrow has a padded float in place of an arrowhead, and a rope affixed to its shaft. He looses the arrow.
EXT. SEA - YARA MOMENT
The arrow splashes into the water some distance ahead of Yara. Yara sees it as she surfaces again for air. With grim determination, she takes in a deep gasping breath and swims for it.
EXT. THEON'S SHIP - THEON MOMENT
THEON
(to first mate)
They're going to board us!
The first mate looks up. The Silence is slicing through the water toward them, its corvus raised high in the air. Euron is standing on the end, with battleaxe in hand and bloodlust in his eyes.
FIRST MATE
(to crew)
Prepare to fight!
A battle cry goes up as the Ironborn draw their weapons.
Theon slowly draws his sword. He looks at his crew, then out at the Silence. It's close enough now to see their crew brandishing their own weapons and crying out for blood.

50.
It's obvious that Theon's crew is badly outnumbered. We see the hopelessness of the situation in Theon's eyes.
Theon's sword falls from his hand. He turns away, trembling, and begins climbing the main mast, up and away from the action.
EXT. THE SILENCE - EURON MOMENT
EURON
Get ready!
Two Ironborn hurry to the corvus' winch, standing ready to release it on Euron's signal. Above them, the sails strain against their wooden spars in the strong wind. The helmsman steers hard, angling the prow toward Theon's ship. The Silence leans hard off the wind, the corvus extended outward like a grasping claw.
EXT. THEON'S SHIP - FIRST MATE MOMENT
The first mate sees the Silence nearly upon them, and grimaces. His anxious eyes pick out Yara in the water, still swimming for the rope they'd shot out to her. His eyes flit again to Euron atop the corvus, nearly on top of them now. They ought to be fleeing, but Yara is so close...
EXT. SEA - YARA MOMENT
With one final desperate stroke, Yara grabs hold of the rope. And now several things happen in very quick succession.
EXT. THEON'S SHIP
IRONBORN
We have her!
FIRST MATE
Bear away!
The helmsman steers hard and their ship tacks aggressively, her stern swinging through the eye of the wind as they turn to flee.
EXT. The SILENCE - EURON MOMENT
EURON
NOW!

51.
The winchmen release the corvus. It comes scything down as the Silence leans hard with the wind, grasping for her fleeing quarry...
EXT. THEON MOMENT - simultaneous
...just as Theon leaps from his ship's rigging into theirs. He collides with the Silence's main sail and pierces it with a knife, tearing a vertical gash all the way to the deck as he falls.
EXT. The SILENCE - coNTINUOUS
The torn sail flaps viciously in the wind, and the sudden release of tension causes the Silence to lurch windward. Sailors are thrown off their feet...
...and the corvus misses Theon's ship by a yard. Euron just barely manages to hang on as the corvus jerks sideways with the rest of the ship.
As he regains his footing he looks up to see his quarry sailing away from him, fast. He stares at it, his expression darkening into a terrifying snarl of vengeful murderous obsession. Then he slowly turns that murderous stare around, back toward the deck of the Silence.
EXT. The SILENCE - THEON MOMENT
Theon is struggling to get up. Euron's Ironborn quickly pounce on him, dragging him to his feet.
Euron slowly walks up to him. Theon cowers under his stare. Above them, the torn main sail flaps and snaps uselessly in the wind.
EURON
Hello, little Theon.
EXT. THEON'S SHIP - YARA MOMENT
IRONBORN
Pull! Pull!
The Ironborn hoist Yara out of the sea and onto the deck. She's gasping for air -- soaked, shivering, and exhausted. With a great effort of will, she pushes herself to her feet, swaying unsteadily.

52.
The men stare at her breathlessly -- their queen, returned to them against all odds. Yara looks around at her loyalists with searching eyes.
YARA
Where's Theon?
EXT. The SILENCE - Euron/theon moment
Euron drags Theon to the end of the corvus, still extended out over the open water. He seizes a handful of Theon's hair and presses a knife to his throat. Theon whimpers and tries to pull his head away from the knife but Euron just presses harder.
EURON
Ah. There she is.
EXT. THEON'S SHIP - yara moment
Yara walks slowly up to the taffrail at the edge of her ship's stern and stares out. She sees Theon being held hostage by Euron.
EXT. The SILENCE - Euron/theon moment
EURON
(to Theon)
This feels familiar, doesn't it? "Come and get her," I said. And you ran, like the cockless coward that you are. Do you think your sister will run? Do you think she'll abandon you, the way you abandoned her?
Theon stares out at Yara with tears in his eyes, silently imploring her to flee, to escape, to leave him behind.
EURON
Look at her. If she had half a brain, she'd be sailing away, while she still can. That's a good fast ship she's got. But no. She's got more balls than brains. Let's say I carve off those big balls of hers for a trophy, what do you say to that?

53.
Theon is trembling and twitching, his traumas coming to the fore.
EURON
You've played your trick, left me dead in the water. But I've got a thousand ships. Look, there's a few of them now, coming to join us. And there's your sister, with her big balls weighing her down. I think she would die for your worthless skin.
(sadistic glee)
And you're going to watch her.
Theon is truly coming apart now. He shakes and whimpers and stutters, reverting back to Reek -- terrified, traumatized, helpless in the face of Euron's psychopathy.
EURON
You're going to watch, as I cut your sister into a thousand (little pieces--)
Theon makes his move.
He cuts his own throat on Euron's knife and throws himself off the corvus and into the sea.
EXT. THEON'S SHIP - yara moment - conTINUOUS
YARA
THEON!
EXT. UNDERWATER - theon moment - CONTINUOUS
Theon splashes into the water, his momentum carrying him down below the waves.
Blood streams from his slashed throat and billows out in cloudy tendrils like ink in water, mingling with the salt of the sea. Bubbles stream toward the surface as his lungs fill with seawater. Light filters down through the seaweed and onto his upturned face. And the waves rock his body in gentle circles as the light goes out in his eyes.
EXT. THEON'S SHIP - yara moment
Yara stares in shocked horror at the spot where Theon disappeared. She cries out his name once more, then crumples in grief as his blood blooms to the surface.

54.
Behind her, her men set the ship to full sail. The wind catches them and bears Yara away as Theon's lifeless body comes up to float facedown in the sea.
END OF EPISODE 803

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