November 25, 2018
Tensions rise at Winterfell.
INT. WINTERFELL GREAT HALL - NIGHT
A queen's word is law.
LARENCE SNOW stands at attention in the middle of the Great Hall, visibly afraid. He is a young man of typical Northern looks. The room is full of Northerners, and a few give him sympathetic looks.
Dany is presiding at the High Table, with Sansa seated at her side. JAIME LANNISTER is seated on her other side, his face bloodied. A few Northerners give him hostile glances.
With respect, your grace, I did what I did for the North. If I'm to be judged, let a Northerner do the judging.
He looks to Sansa. Sansa looks back at him, and realizes that he's referring to her. Sansa looks at Dany, who returns her gaze watchfully. She looks back at Larence, and considers a beat before speaking.
I cannot pass judgment on you, Larence Snow. My brother is Warden of the North, not me.
Then I would ask to hear Jon Snow's judgment, my lady.
Sansa and Dany exchange a look. Dany regards Larence for a beat, then shifts her gaze to the wary-eyed Northmen watching her.
She considers a moment. Then nods her assent. Her eyes shift to TYRION LANNISTER, standing to one side. Tyrion nods to her and departs to go fetch Jon.
There's a long silence as everyone waits for Tyrion to return. The mood is tense.
Finally, the door swings open with a sudden bang, and Jon enters with a gust of wind and snow. He halts a few steps into the hall, the door still open behind him.
I'm told you stand accused of attempting to murder Ser Jaime Lannister. What do you have to say for yourself?
My lord... my brother Daryn Hornwood was in King Robb's personal guard. The Kingslayer killed him at the Battle of the Whispering Wood. He cut down ten of your brother's men that day. He's long been an enemy to the North.
Do you think I've forgotten? What gives your grief a greater weight than mine?
Larence goes quiet and stares back at him. Jon points at Jaime. When he speaks, his voice starts quiet and then rises in passion until he's practically shouting.
This man threw my little brother from a tower and crippled him for life. His son had my father beheaded on false charges. His father had my brother butchered at a wedding!
There's a ringing silence. Jon is really worked up now.
I loved my father! I loved Robb! They were taken from me, and I will NEVER forget that!
Jon nails Jaime with a death-glare at that part.
But they're dead! Your brother's dead! This war is for the living. ALL the living, against ALL the dead! Jaime Lannister fights for the living now. If you're going to shelter behind our walls, you will do the same. And you will make your choice now, once and for all, because I don't have time for any of this!
Jon takes one step forward and draws his sword eight inches clear of its scabbard, lifting it by its crossguard with his fingers.
Do you wish to fight for the dead?
Larence shakes his head, looking terrified. The whole room is uncannily still and silent.
No, your grace.
I'm not "your grace."
No, my lord.
Jon stares him down a second longer. He looks around, scanning the whole room, still furious, still holding his sword partially out of its sheath.
(to the room)
Anyone harms any of my allies ever again, and I take your head from your shoulders myself.
He resheaths his sword loudly, then storms out of the still-open door.