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GAME OF THRONES

S08E10 - "THE ONE WHO WAS PROMISED"

PART 1

May 17, 2019

Armies converge on King's Landing.

EXT. STREETS OF KING'S LANDING - DAY
THE HOUND is staring upward at something, with shock and fear in his eyes.
Hound's POV: smoke curls over on itself as it rises from the throne room of the Red Keep, sitting high on its seaside cliff. Tongues of green flame flicker within the slow-churning mushroom cloud.
A crowd gathers as KING'S LANDING COMMONERS come out into the streets to stare, murmuring their alarm and confusion. They throng up all around the Hound, every eye fixed upon the spectacle.
INT. RED KEEP - CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THRONE ROOM - DAY
QYBURN coughs violently, sprawled on the floor. THE MOUNTAIN crouches over him, shielding him with his armored body.
Qyburn moves him aside, squinting painfully against the smoke.
Qyburn's POV: smoke drifts out of the throne room entranceway and up toward the corridor's high ceiling. The throne room's heavy doors have been blasted open. The bodies of Cersei's non-Mountain QUEENSGUARD lay on the floor, indistinct in the haze.
Qyburn takes a few moments to absorb this change in circumstances.
He picks himself up off the floor. He's still coughing, and his eyes are watery from the smoke, but he is otherwise remarkably composed.
QYBURN
Come, Ser Gregor.
Slowly, ominously, Frankenstein and his Monster disappear into the shadowy depths of the deserted castle.
EXT. NARROW SEA - DAY
The golden kraken flies proud on a thousand black sails as they sail in formation over the open sea. The ships are full of GOLDEN COMPANY MEN and horses and elephants.
DAENERYS TARGARYEN flies between the ships on DROGON's back. Sails snap and strain with the wind of his passing wingbeats. Dany pulls him up, swooping upward on the sea breeze.

2.
YARA GREYJOY looks up from the bow of her ship. Her stance is strong -- warrior-like and queenly, her great armada at her back. She watches Drogon fly overhead.
Elsewhere, TYRION LANNISTER, MELISANDRE, and HARRY STRICKLAND stand alert on deck, the wind blowing in their hair.
Yara turns her gaze forward -- west across the Narrow Sea.
EXT. KING'S LANDING LANDSCAPE - DAY
Meanwhile: a huge land army marches east toward King's Landing, just visible on the horizon. Dozens of different sigils fly on countless banners, fluttering over rank after rank of WESTEROSI SOLDIERS. LORD LEO LEFFORD, GENDRY, and SAMWELL TARLY ride at the heads of their respective columns.
Behind the army: a refugee horde. COMMONERS from throughout the kingdoms. These are the people with no other fortress to run to, whose lords had no room in their castles. The people who were smart enough and mobile enough to run, at least.
We spend a humanizing moment on one little family among thousands. The FATHER tows a two-wheeled handcart loaded with meager supplies and provisions. The MOTHER carries a BABY in her arms. The ELDERLY GRANDPARENTS lead a gaggle of CHILDREN of varying ages, holding hands in a daisy chain. They all look tired and sore from hard travel.
A shadow falls over them. They look up.
JON SNOW flies overhead on RHAEGAL's back. His gaze is intent, looking ahead to the great city that he's here to claim.
EXT. KING'S LANDING BATTLEMENTS - LATER
Jon's army has arrived. The soldiers stand at attention in a sea of orderly formations, just outside the walls of King's Landing. Rhaegal circles commandingly overhead like a monstrous bird of prey.
BRONN stands atop the battlements, looking out at them all. Around him, the GOLD CLOAKS of the City Watch look about ready to shit themselves.
Bronn turns to them.
BRONN
Alright, lads. Open the gates.

3.
They give him a look: we really, really hope you know what you're doing.
They open the gates.
EXT. STREETS OF KING'S LANDING - DAY
The citizens of King's Landing hide in their homes, peering fearfully through the chinks of their boarded-up windows. But there is no burning, no pillaging, no raping. No violence of any kind. Soldiers march past in an endless steady tromp. It is a bloodless conquest.
Rhaegal's cries echo triumphally over the capital.
EXT. KING'S LANDING AERIAL - DAY
His shadow skims across the red-tiled roofs of King's Landing -- an image straight out of Bran's rapid-fire Three-Eyed Raven visions.
EXT. SKY - CONTINUOUS
Jon looks down upon the city from the air, scanning the ground like an eagle.
EXT. RED KEEP AERIAL - CONTINUOUS
Jon's POV: the Red Keep throne room sits exposed below, its roof a blasted ruin.
[N.B.: by now, the wildfire has burned itself away, and the smoke has had time to clear.]
EXT. SKY - CONTINUOUS
Jon stares down at this troubling sight.
EXT. DRAGONSTONE HARBOR - DAY
The Iron Fleet has arrived now at Dragonstone. The ships rock gently at anchor as men climb gingerly down rope ladders into waiting rowboats.

4.
EXT. DRAGONSTONE CLIFFSIDE - DAY
Dany stands upon a cliff, with the castle visible behind her. She waits, gazing up into the sky.
Dany's POV: Rhaegal soars in over Dragonstone's harbor, proud and majestic as he comes in over her head for a landing. The sight directly echoes Dany's own Dragonstone arrival over Jon's head, back in 705.
Rhaegal lands, shaking the ground beneath his feet. Jon dismounts, climbing down Rhaegal's shoulder and wing with practiced ease. Dany watches him with an intensity that is almost indecent.
[N.B.: Jon is carrying a sword-shaped bundle in one hand, wrapped in cloth.]
Jon locks eyes with Dany as Rhaegal stretches his wings and takes off into the sky once more, whipping the cliff with a turbulent wind.
Without even a word of hello, they come together in a kiss. They've missed each other, and it shows.
Jon looks her in the face as they pull apart. He's been saving this line for weeks:
JON
(deadpan)
I found you more kingdoms.
Dany gives him a look. There's no need to wrap this in poetry: the look is Pure Horniness.
She pulls him bodily to the ground, right there on the cliff.
CUT TO:
Targaryen armor lies discarded in a sexy, careless heap.
Some distance away, our power couple walks along the cliff, mildly disheveled, talkin' shop.
JON
The dragons would be safer here on the island.
DANY
If we leave them behind, we limit our possibilities.
JON
We can't risk them, Dany.

5.
DANY
We'll keep our distance when the attack comes -- out over the bay where the Night King can't follow. We'll be able to see everything that's happening. And we won't use them unless we must.
Jon gives her a skeptical look.
DANY
You're cautious. But sometimes boldness is wiser than caution.
That provokes a sudden smile.
DANY
What's funny?
JON
Do you know you're the only person who calls me cautious?
Dany gives him a look that's half annoyed, half fond.
JON
We'll always be tempted to use the dragons. Even when we shouldn't.
DANY
You sound like Ser Jaime.
Jon's expression changes. Dany picks up on it.
DANY
What.
JON
(quiet)
Jaime's dead.
She stops walking.
DANY
What?
JON
He took our terms to Cersei. She refused them.
He hesitates.
DANY
And?

6.
JON
He blew up the throne room with both of them in it.
Dany absorbs that. They stand together in silence for a beat.
Dany takes a deep breath.
DANY
Well...
She looks at him.
DANY
(anticlimactic)
I suppose I'm queen now.
Jon appreciates the dark humor.
JON
Long may she reign.
They stand together in silence for Jaime, a bit longer. Then Jon gives Dany a look and begins unwrapping the cloth from the long bundle he's carrying.
JON
The Hound retrieved this from the throne room, after.
The cloth falls away, revealing a sheathed sword with a hilt styled in Targaryen fashion.
JON
I had a new hilt made for you.
He hands it to her.
She gives him a quizzical look, then slips it out of its sheath by an inch. Her eyes widen at the distinctive rippled pattern of Valyrian steel.
JON
You came closer to the Night King than any of us. He was half a heartbeat from killing you at Winterfell. If that happens again... I think you should at least be armed.
DANY
Jon, I'm not a warrior.

7.
JON
Yes you are.
(beat)
You won't become a swordsman overnight, but I can teach you a few basics.
He takes it from her, draws it fully from the sheath and offers her the hilt. She takes it, gingerly.
JON
It's the sister blade to mine. I think you were meant to have it.
Dany looks up at him, absorbing the significant implication. She turns Widow's Wail this way and that in the light. Jon watches her, then moves in close to correct her grip.

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