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GAME OF THRONES

SEASON 8 COMPILATION

ALL IRONBORN SCENES

December 23, 2018

This is a compilation of all scenes from the Ironborn storyline, for your re-reading pleasure as I finish preparing episode 806.

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EPISODE 801 - "FEALTY"

EXT. THE SILENCE - MAIN DECK - DAY
The dragon cries give way to the crying of seabirds and the sounds of a ship under sail.
YARA GREYJOY rises up into view, suspended from a rope by her arms, which are bound together at the wrists. She jerks in time to the pulling rhythm of the IRONBORN who are hoisting her upward. She is hanging from a pulley attached to one end of the main yard, jutting out over the open sea. A second rope hangs limp from her bound wrists and trails downward, disappearing into the water.
Yara's feet are bound together at the ankles, and from them is suspended a heavy iron weight.
Yara doesn't look so good. Her face is bruised and smudged with dried blood. Her clothes are soiled and unkempt. Her eyes are expressionless.
IRONBORN
(in time to the pulling)
Heave! Heave!
They pull until Yara is hoisted all the way up to the main yard, then stop, holding her there. Her body dangles and sways with the ship's motion.
EURON GREYJOY beams up at her from the deck, soaking it all in. It's a beautiful sight to him.
EURON
Now.
The men release the rope. Yara plummets down and splashes into the sea.
EXT. UNDERWATER - DAY
The iron weight pulls Yara relentlessly downward into the cold ocean.
She looks up toward the glimmering of the sun above the waves. Its light is weak and distant.
She closes her eyes and holds her breath.
EXT. THE SILENCE - MAIN DECK - DAY
The sailors cross the deck to the other side of the ship. There's a rope trailing down from a pulley on the opposite end of the main yard. They rapidly pull in the slack then start to pull in concert as the rope finds resistance.
EXT. UNDERWATER - DAY
Yara is jerked up and sideways by the second rope. It pulls her steadily through the water, under the keel of the ship.
On the way up, her head smacks against the hull. Air bubbles stream from her mouth and nose as she blacks out.
EXT. THE SILENCE - MAIN DECK - DAY
Yara is hoisted up and out of the water, limp and dripping. Her head lolls lifelessly, and her wet hair hangs down over her face.
They reel her in and lay her faceup on the deck. They pull her wet hair out of her face. She is not breathing.
EURON
Revive her.
His men move to obey him. As they work, Euron crouches down and leers sadistically at his unconscious niece.
EURON
Come now, niece. You're not allowed to die until we have your brother too.
Finally Yara jerks awake, spitting water. She doubles up on the deck, retching and shaking. Euron watches with serene glee. Then leans down close to her.
EURON
Good morning, Yara. It's another beautiful day.
EXT. THE SILENCE - MAIN MAST - LATER
The activities have only just begun.
Yara stands bound to the main mast, as Ironborn sailors line up to hit her. She takes several painful-looking hits, one from each man, with little chance to recover between blows. Euron watches the show with great amusement.
MARON VOLMARK, a thick-chested brute, delivers a devastating punch to Yara's face -- a wild swinging haymaker that wrenches her neck and busts her cheek open. Euron laughs his appreciation as fresh blood trickles down her face.
Maron steps aside for the next man, an OLD SAILOR.
As the old sailor steps forward, his eyes meet Yara's. She's still half-dazed from the punch, but a faint glint of defiance is visible as she stares him down. He stares back at her. For just a moment, a glimmer of something shows through his hard, grizzled deadpan. Is it reluctance?
The old sailor steps up and drives his fist deep into Yara's stomach.
She doubles over, all the wind driven from her. The old sailor walks away. Yara hangs there, sagging against her ropes, gasping airlessly like a dying fish.
EXT. THE SILENCE - MAIN DECK - EVENING
The old sailor is swabbing the deck.
EURON (O.S.)
You.
The sailor looks up to see Euron striding toward him across the deck.
OLD SAILOR
Captain.
EURON
You used to sail under my niece, didn't you?
OLD SAILOR
(downplaying)
One raid.
EURON
What was that like, taking orders from a woman?
OLD SAILOR
(stiff)
S'not right. S'why I named you king. Not right to have a queen.
Euron eyes him shrewdly. He leans in close.
EURON
Did you enjoy hitting her?
OLD SAILOR
Aye, captain.
EURON
But you took your sweet time doing it.
The old sailor looks up. Euron's got a psychopathic gleam in his eye. The man knows he needs to tread carefully.
OLD SAILOR
Just searching for a good target, my captain.
EURON
Ah. Well that makes sense. You chose well. Knocked all the wind out of her.
Euron mimes Yara doubling over and cackles. The old sailor does his best to laugh along convincingly.
EURON
Of course, she got her wind back, didn't she. And now she's none the worse for it. You could've broke her nose. Wrenched her jaw. Cracked a rib. So many good parts to choose from. But no, you buried your fist into her nice soft belly. It probably doesn't even hurt anymore.
A tense beat.
OLD SAILOR
I... I hadn't thought of that, captain.
EURON
No. Of course not.
He smiles. Then spins on his heel and walks off. The old sailor breathes a sigh of relief.
Euron nods to TWO MEN standing nearby. One of them draws a small hooked blade. And a set of pincer tongs.
OLD SAILOR
(dawning horror)
No.
The two men rush him and tackle him to the deck.
OLD SAILOR
No! No! I hate the bitch, I swear it! Please! Don't! DON'T!
They grab his tongue with the tongs and now there are no words to his screams anymore, only agony.

EPISODE 802 - "THE TRUTH"

INT. THE SILENCE - BRIG - NIGHT
YARA GREYJOY is imprisoned in the brig. Quite thoroughly imprisoned. Her wrists are tied together behind her back. She's chained to the wall by a leather collar around her neck. And there's a guard standing watch above the metal grate that opens up onto the deck of the ship.
She sits on the floor, leaning against the hull, eyes dull. Her split cheek is crusted over with dried blood.
She looks up as she hears noise above the grate. They're changing the guard. She narrows her eyes and cranes her neck, trying to get a look at the NEW GUARD through the bars of the grate. The guard looks down at her, revealing his face for a quick second. Then he turns his back again to stand watch.
Yara gazes up at him. A spark of the Yara we know and love comes back into her eyes, unextinguished as yet by all the drowning and beating and humiliation.
She picks herself off the floor and moves toward the grate. Her chain pulls taut. By design, she can't quite reach it. She leans her back against the steps leading up to the deck, as close to the grate as her chain will allow.
YARA
Tris Botley.
The guard, TRIS BOTLEY, almost looks at her, but suppresses the reaction. He stares straight ahead, ignoring her.
YARA
You didn't think I remembered you? I have a good mind for names and faces, among other things.
Tris ignores her.
YARA
You're still sore at me, aren't you.
TRIS
(stiff)
No.
YARA
Yes you are. You're sore as bruised balls.
TRIS
Shut up, whore.
Yara laughs.
YARA
Whore, am I?
(beat)
I have an immodest thirst for pussy, it's true. Or a good cock, on the right man.
She looks up at him as she says that, but he resists the bait.
YARA
But I'm not a whore. That's why you're sore at me, all these years later.
TRIS
(mocking)
You still think you're better than everyone? I hope Euron drowns you.
YARA
He did. Learning to wish for things you can have, are you?
Ouch.
YARA
I was better than everyone. I could outfight, outfuck, and outsail any of you. I was captain of my own ship. And you were just another grubby hand, fit only to swab my deck.
TRIS
I told you to shut up.
YARA
Or what?
TRIS
I have permission to flog you.
YARA
(mocking)
You have permission to flog me. You think that's attractive, do you? "Oh, daddy Euron says I can flog you, stay back!" A true Ironborn doesn't need permission.
TRIS
So that's what I did wrong?
Yara laughs.
YARA
If you'd tried that, I would have choked you with your own cock.
TRIS
Why are you talking to me?
Yara jerks against her collar, making her chain clink.
YARA
Circumstances change.
A loaded silence.
TRIS
I'm not going to free you.
YARA
Good. That would be awkward. What could I do, if you freed me? I'm a good swimmer, but not that good. Perhaps I'll seduce a mermaid and she'll swim me back to Westeros.
TRIS
What do you want, then?
She leans back against the steps.
YARA
(seductive)
What any Ironborn wants, when they've been too long at sea.
INT. THE SILENCE - BRIG - DAY
Morning light filters down through the grate into the brig. Yara is curled up in the corner, asleep.
The grate swings open with a metal bang, waking her. Yara squints up as EURON GREYJOY comes clomping down the steps.
EURON
(chipper as always)
Good morning, niece.
Yara just deadpans stoically at him. It's keelhaul-o-clock again, is it? Yay.
EURON
I've got a very special surprise for you today.
Oh. This sounds worse. Yara tries hard not to let her uncle see her dread.
EXT. THE SILENCE - MAIN DECK - DAY
Euron strides bouncily along the deck of his ship, heading for the stern. He drags Yara along behind him on a leash, as is his wont.
EXT. THE SILENCE - STERN - DAY
Euron walks right up to the taffrail at the stern of the ship. He grabs Yara by the hair on the back of her head, controlling the direction of her gaze. With his other hand, he points at something in the distance.
EURON
Look. There it is! Your special surprise.
Yara gazes out and sees a lone ship, trailing far behind the rest of Euron's vast armada. She stares at it, not quite comprehending.
Euron helpfully produces a long spyglass and holds it up to her face.
EURON
Here. This will help.
Through the spyglass, Yara sees the ship properly. A look of recognition comes over her face.
EURON
It's your beloved brother. Come to save the day! Isn't that exciting?
Yara is unable to fully hide her reaction. Equal parts breathless hope and terrified dread.
EURON
Let's go say hello, shall we?
EXT. THEON'S SHIP - BOW - DAY
THEON GREYJOY stands at the bow of his ship, staring through a long spyglass of his own.
Theon's POV: three of Euron's ships are sailing toward us, led by the Silence. And there, lashed to the prow of the Silence--
Yara is tied spread-eagle, naked, adorning the prow of Euron's ship like a living figurehead.
Theon slowly lowers the spyglass. His expression is equal parts disgusted horror and bittersweet relief.
THEON
They have her.
His FIRST MATE seizes the spyglass from him and stares through it. He stares a bit too long. Theon snatches the spyglass from the man's hands and glares at him: you sick perv.
FIRST MATE
We should prepare to board.
Theon stares out at the fast-approaching ships. They're big, mean ships, far bigger and meaner than theirs. Theirs is a small, fast ship. Built for chasing. Or fleeing.
THEON
There's too many of them.
FIRST MATE
(you coward)
And?
THEON
They'll sink us before we get within a hundred feet of her.
FIRST MATE
You afraid, little Theon?
THEON
He'll kill her. As soon as he kills us, he'll kill her too.
He turns and shouts down to the rest of the crew.
THEON
Turn around!
His IRONBORN stop and stare at him from their various posts.
THEON
Now! Quickly!
Sullen, disbelieving looks. It's uncertain whether they will obey him. A tense beat passes, and then they do.
The first mate deadpans at him, unimpressed.
EXT. THE SILENCE - MAIN DECK - DAY
Euron Greyjoy is having the best day of his life. He's walking along the deck, dragging Yara by the hair. She's still naked. Euron's men guffaw and leer at her as she passes.
EURON
(mocking Theon)
"I'm coming, Yara! I'm coming to save you! What's that? Oh no, my uncle! Run away!"
He cackles delightedly.
Euron and Yara pass Tris Botley on the deck and Yara shoots Tris a look, which Euron doesn't see. Tris and Yara share a significant gaze for a moment. Tris can't help but ogle her naked body as she walks away.
EURON
(re: Theon)
What a twat!
INT. THE SILENCE - BRIG - DAY
Euron throws Yara back down into the brig, still naked. He hands a wooden bucket to MARON VOLMARK, who's on guard duty.
EURON
Maron, throw a bucket of water on her every hour or so.
MARON
(with pleasure)
Aye, captain.
Yara is chained again by her collar, and her wrists are bound behind her back by a length of rope. Maron comes down into the brig and throws a bucket of seawater on her, drenching her. He laughs and kicks her in the ribs. Above him, the other Ironborn see this and laugh. Then Maron exits and locks the grate above her, leaving Yara alone in the dimness.
Yara sits huddled in the corner of the brig -- bruised, naked, wet, and shivering.
INT. THEON'S SHIP - BELOW DECK - NIGHT
THEON
We came to save her. We can't save her if we're dead.
Theon is huddling with his crew. It's clear that they're not very happy with him.
FIRST MATE
What is your plan, Theon?
THEON
We have to be patient.
FIRST MATE
(angry)
For what, Theon? How will our patience save her?
THEON
I don't know yet!
They all stare sullenly at him. They could've been happily reaving and raiding half a world from here, if it weren't for this idiot.
THEON
I'll... I'll think of something.
By their faces, he better hurry.
INT. THE SILENCE - BRIG - NIGHT
Yara is huddled in the brig, still naked, still damp from her last drenching.
The grate swings open with a rusty creak and a set of feet come down the steps. It's Tris, on for night duty. He's holding the same bucket that Maron had used on her. Tris stares at her, and Yara stares back. He shuts the grate and stands there, holding the bucket of seawater, looking at her.
YARA
(re: bucket)
Put that away.
TRIS
Captain's orders.
She gives him a look. Somehow, despite being naked and chained to a wall, there's power and authority in that look.
YARA
Put it away.
TRIS
Why?
YARA
I'm already wet.
Tris stares at her. The ridiculous double entendre is very much not lost on him. It's a testament to the folly of man that it's affecting him as much as it is.
He resists for a moment longer. Then he slowly upends the bucket, dumping the water harmlessly onto the floor.
He crosses the brig, grabs her roughly by her hair, and kisses her hard. Yara kisses him back, or as well as she can with her hands tied behind her back.
Years of unrequited passion well up as Tris kisses her. His mouth moves to her neck, then down to her chest. He takes a nipple in his mouth and she gasps, her back arching in pleasure.
It's only when his mouth reaches her stomach that he finally notices that her arching and wriggling is more than a side effect of pleasure. She has about six inches of play in the rope binding her wrists, and she's managed to get them underneath herself.
TRIS
What are you doing?
Yara gives one last wriggle and brings her hands in front of her. Still tied together at the wrists, but in front of her.
YARA
I'm very flexible.
He eyes her suspiciously.
YARA
Don't look so nervous, it's unattractive.
She pulls his pants down and starts blowing him. He knows he shouldn't be okay with this, but he is. Oh, he is.
He tangles a hand into her hair and leans his head back in pleasure. A moan escapes his lips. She stops and looks up.
YARA
Shh shhhh. If they hear you, they'll give your job to someone else.
He grins. She snakes up and straddles him, putting him inside herself. She grabs his face in her hands, and kisses him passionately. His arms go around her and he kisses her back as they start to move together. For a moment, he is the happiest sailor on the fourteen seas.
Then with one quick, deft motion, she presses the rope binding her hands against his throat and simultaneously loops one arm behind and around his head. His neck is trapped now within a circle formed by her two hands and the bit of rope binding them together.
Tris freaks out and his hands fly to his throat. He makes a choked gurgling noise.
YARA
Shh. Shhhhh.
She pulls the rope even tighter, cutting off any possibility of sound from him. She continues shushing at him as he struggles.
Finally he stops struggling, goes limp, and dies.
She dismounts him, and like a switch being thrown, she is instantly all-business. She strips his body and searches it for anything useful. She finds a small knife inside his boot. Oh, thank fuck. She grips it in her teeth and uses it to cut at the rope binding her hands.
Poor Tris stares unseeingly at the ceiling, but she's too busy to spare him a second glance.
Her hands free, she goes to work on the collar around her neck. The leather is thick, and she cuts her skin a bit getting it off. She doesn't care. Time is of the essence.
Free of the collar, she hacks off her hair. Then starts pulling on Tris' clothes.
EXT. THE SILENCE - MAIN DECK - NIGHT
Yara emerges onto deck, holding the bucket. She closes the grate and stands where Tris had stood, mimicking his watch posture. Only her eyes move as she scans the deck.
A skeleton crew is minding the ship, and none of the men seem to notice her. From a distance, it's easy to casually mistake Yara for Tris, given that she's wearing his clothes and has hacked her hair short.
Yara waits for a moment when none of the men are looking in her direction. Then slips off.
EXT. THE SILENCE - ROWBOAT - NIGHT
Yara crouches inside a rowboat, which hangs over the side of the ship from a winch. Tris' knife is between her teeth. She hears footsteps and holds still as an unseen sailor walks past.
The footsteps fade. She takes the knife from her teeth and starts cutting at the rope that's supporting the rowboat. She looks down at the waves below. She grimaces. It's a long drop, and the splash will probably draw attention. But she's desperate.
She turns her gaze back up to the rope she's cutting and freezes.
The OLD SAILOR is staring down at her from the railing. Yara stares back at him, not moving, barely breathing. She's caught.
She looks up at him with defiance, waiting for him to say something, to shout, to raise the alarm. At least she tried.
The old sailor stares a moment longer. Then he opens his mouth wide. He shows her the ugly wound where his tongue used to be. He smiles ironically and holds a finger to his lips. Shhhhh.
He looks over his shoulder, scanning the deck. He waits for the right moment, then works the winch, lowering her quietly and gently down toward the water.
Her rowboat touches down with hardly a whisper. She takes up the oars and looks up toward her new best friend. But he's already gone. There's nobody at the railing.
Yara takes up the oars and starts rowing.

EPISODE 803 - "SILENCE"

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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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?
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.
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.

EPISODE 804 - "THE QUEEN'S MAN"

EXT. Narrow sea - THE SILENCE - DAY
THEON GREYJOY floats facedown in the sea.
A rope loops around his body and tugs him toward the Silence. On deck, EURON'S MEN pull in concert and drag Theon limp and dripping up the side of the hull.
EURON GREYJOY stands at the rail, staring out to sea.
Euron'S POV: Yara's ship is growing small with distance.
[N.B.: Yara is sailing west, away from Euron's fleet, which is traveling east to Essos.]
There's no hint of Euron's usual glee. He is pissed. He turns away from the railing with cold murder in his eyes.
Two of the men grab Theon by his armpits and pull him up and over the railing. They lay him faceup upon the wooden deck.
Euron walks up, crouches down, and inspects the sodden wound on Theon's neck. It's deep, and obviously mortal. The color is gone from Theon's face, and his pale eyes gaze out at nothing.
Euron grimaces in frustration. He wants to hurt Theon, but his nephew is beyond anyone's punishment now.
He looks up at his torn main sail. A few of his crew are taking it down off the main yard for repair.
EURON
Maron.
MARON VOLMARK appears at Euron's side and looks at him expectantly.
EURON
Take command of our three fastest ships. Load them with extra provisions and equip them with catapults. My niece is sailing west. Go sink her for me, won't you?
A slow smile spreads across Maron's face. This is going to be fun.
MARON
She can't run forever, captain.
Maron departs. The two Ironborn who had dragged Theon aboard catch Euron's eye.
IRONBORN Sailor
(re: Theon)
What should we do with him?
Euron looks down at his dead nephew.
EURON
Only proper burial for an Ironborn is at sea. To be sunk beneath the waves.
A beat, then a faint smirk betrays a flicker of Euron's usual sadism.
EURON
String him up into the rigging for the birds.
Euron walks away. The two Ironborn look at each other, and for a fleeting half-second, something akin to reluctance passes between them.
They bend down and take hold of Theon's arms. His head falls back as they lift, stretching open the gash in his throat. We linger on Theon's blank-eyed face as the two men drag his dead body toward the mast. We hear the sound of seabirds crying out...
Ext. NARROW SEA - MARON'S SHIP - DAY
Maron Volmark stands at the prow of his ship, the golden kraken billowing above him on his sails.
Behind him, MARON'S IRONBORN are moving catapults into position. They carry wooden crates up from the ship's hold, each containing a projectile, and lash them to the deck near each catapult.
Two other ships sail alongside Maron's, one on each flank. The three ships cut through the water in pursuit of their quarry.
EXT. NARROW SEA - YARA'S SHIP - DAY
YARA GREYJOY stands at the stern of her ship, her FIRST MATE at her side. The two gaze out at the three ships pursuing them. From their POV, the ships are small dots in the distance.
First mate
We can outsail them.
Yara
(grim)
For a time, perhaps.
FiRST MATE
This is a fast ship, captain. They won't have an easy time catching us.
Yara
They don't need to catch us.
She turns and begins walking along the length of her ship, her first mate following after her. YARA'S IRONBORN nod to her in deference as she passes.
Yara
They only need to come within catapult range, just for a moment. One sloppy tack on our part, one lucky shot on theirs, and they sink us. If we stop for harbor, for food, they sink us.
She stops walking and leans against the rail, frowning in thought.
YARA
We can't run forever.
FIRST MATE
So what do we do?
Yara looks back again toward the pursuing ships, thinking. Her eyes grow sad.
YARA
My brother died so I could be here.
She gazes out over the waves, in silent grief for Theon.
Her expression hardens. Sadness gives way to rage, to determination.
She turns toward her crew.
YARA
Ironborn!
Her voice cuts like a whip. Instantly, she has the rapt attention of every man on board. They gather to hear her.
YARA
You see those ships?
(they look)
Those are Euron's hounds. They mean to hunt us down for sport. They mean to chase us to exhaustion and starvation. To shoot at us like game and claim our heads for trophies.
(beat)
They expect us to run from them. They expect us to fear them. They expect us to flee, for as long as we have wind in our sails and food in our hold.
The men listen in grim silence. She holds their gaze, meeting their eyes as individuals and as a group.
YARA
We're not going to do what they expect.
Ironborn
(heartened)
Aye...
YARA
It's a moonless night tonight. We're going to change course under cover of darkness. We're going to choose a ship for the taking and fuck them from behind!
IrONBORN
Aye!
YARA
We will take their ship and their catapults and sink the others!
IRONBORN
Aye!
YARA
We will be outnumbered. The fighting will be hard and bloody. Will you kill for me, Ironborn?
IRONBORN
AYE!
YARA
Will you die for me?
IRONBORN
AYE!
YARA
Am I truly your queen?
Ironborn
AYE!
A great raucous cheer goes up. The men clash their swords and stomp the deck and raise their fists and their voices for their queen.
IRONBORN
YARA! YARA! YARA!
Yara gazes at her men as they continue shouting her name. The significance and bittersweetness of this moment is reflected in her eyes.
EXT. NARROW SEA - maron's fleet - night
Three ships sail in formation, with Maron's ship on point. On their sails, the golden kraken glints faintly in the starlight.
We crane down to the ship sailing on Maron's starboard flank. Warm light emanates from its portholes, along with the sounds of laughter and raucous singing.
Ext. Starboard ship - prow - night
ROGIN SALT-BEARD -- an Ironborn raider -- stands duty, gazing forward over the sea from the prow. Merrymaking continues to be heard in the background from below deck.
Rogin is joined by LUCAS CODD -- another Ironborn raider.
LUCAS
You can still see her?
rogin
Aye. We're gaining on her.
That surprises Lucas, a little. He follows Rogin's gaze. In the distance, the faint glow of a ship's lanterns can be seen upon the sea.
lucas
You're sure?
Rogin smirks in affirmation.
rogin
We'll be catching up to her in a day or two, looks to me.
lucas
(mildly disappointed)
And here we'd brought food and ale for a year.
rogin
Better get drinking, then, aye?
They laugh. Rogin thumps Lucas on the shoulder.
rogin
Be a good lad and take this watch.
Rogin departs before he can protest, leaving Lucas standing at the prow. We follow Rogin below decks as he goes to join the revelry.
Int. Starboard ship - below decks - night
The atmosphere is confident and boisterous. Ale flows freely as the men eat, drink, and boast. TORWOLD BROWNTOOTH raises a mug of ale in greeting as Rogin joins them.
Torwold
Salt-Beard!
rogin
Browntooth.
torWOLD
Still gaining?
rogin
Aye.
torwold
So much for a fast ship, eh? And here I thought we'd have some sport!
He takes a swig of ale.
torwold
I say, instead of sinking her outright, we board her, and put them all to the sword.
rogin
You're stupid when you're drunk, you know that?
toRWOLD
We outnumber them three to one! More, I would bet.
rogin
And our catapults outnumber theirs a dozen to nothing.
torwold
Where's your sense of fun? Besides, think how happy Euron will be, when we bring back her body. He could string her up right next to her brother. Ha!
He takes another swig of ale.
torwold
(leering)
Maybe Maron will let us have some fun with her, before we kill her.
Rogin laughs at him and pours himself some ale.
rogin
Go swim over and ask him, then.
EXT. STARBOARD SHIP - PROW - NIGHT
Lucas stands at the prow where Rogin had left him. He looks a little bored, staring out over the sea while his crewmates have fun without him.
His POV: the lights are closer than before, bobbing up and down on the waves.
As he looks out at them, a frown comes over his face. He straightens his posture and squints at them. Something is not quite right...
He draws out a spyglass for a closer look.
Ext. Narrow sea - ship lanterns - night
A cluster of rowboats bob on the waves, each bearing a number of ship lanterns. The boats are loosely tethered together to stop them from drifting apart. They are unmanned, abandoned.
EXT. STARBOARD SHIP - PROW - NIGHT
Lucas slowly lowers his spyglass. Oh shit.
We crane backward away from him until we are viewing the ship from some distance behind, from the POV of...
EXT. YARA'S SHIP - NIGHT
Yara Motherfucking Greyjoy, standing on the deck of her ship, preparing to ruin this guy's night.
No lights are shining anywhere on her ship -- they are sailing by starlight and gumption. Yara's Ironborn are massed behind her, weapons drawn, eerily silent in their stealth, yet clearly amped up to kill and die.
EXT. STARBOARD SHIP - main deck - NIGHT
The alarm has been raised, and there is commotion on deck now. Men crank the catapults and lock them in their ready-to-fire positions. Others ready melee weapons, or frantically scan the sea searching for Yara's ship. One man blows a war horn across the water, alerting Maron's ship to the crisis.
LUCAS
There! Astern!
They've finally spotted Yara's ship, coming after them from behind. The captain of the vessel barks orders at the crew.
STARBOARD SHIP CAPTAIN
Bear away! Bring the catapults around!
The catapults are facing forward -- the wrong way. We watch one of the catapult teams grunt and struggle as they rotate it around to face the stern--
BOOM!
Out of nowhere, a flaming catapult projectile lands right in their midst, obliterating the catapult team and smashing a big hole in the deck. Men scream as they fall.
Confusion and chaos. The captain rushes to the railing, bewildered, just in time to see more flaming projectiles arcing toward them...
...from Maron's ship.
The flaming light of the projectiles grows closer and brighter, reflecting off the captain's shocked face--
BOOM!
EXT. YARA'S SHIP - NIGHT
YARA
(with confusion)
Hold off...
Yara's POV: Maron's ship is firing projectiles at both of the ships on its flanks. The sounds of impacts and screaming carry over the water as the two secondary ships are reduced to burning driftwood.
FIRST MATE
What are they doing?
Whatever is going on, it seems to be a positive development for them, but fuck if Yara knows.
ext. Maron's ship - Maron moment
Maron's ship sails toward us, flanked by the listing wreckages of its erstwhile companion ships.
Maron stands at the bow, gazing calmly at Yara's ship as he coasts up to within shouting distance. Before him, a white flag of truce flutters from the prow.
MARON
(shouting across the water)
Queen Yara.
ext. YARA'S SHIP - Yara MOMENT
Yara stares at Maron. She's not sure if his salutation is sincere or mocking, and she is still very confused by what just happened.
Ext. Maron'S SHIP - maRON MOMENT
Maron
Permission to come aboard for parley?
Ext. YARA'S SHIP - yarA MOMENT
Well, isn't this interesting.
Int. YARA'S SHIP - below deck - LATER
YaRA
I know you.
Yara and Maron sit across from each other at a table.
Yara
You hit me harder than anyone.
MaroN
(unapologetic)
I did. I was known for it.
(beat)
Do you think Euron would have trusted me if I'd gone easy on you?
Yara eyes him warily. That makes a lot of sense, actually, but there is still much that doesn't.
YARA
You declared for him. At the Kingsmoot. You shouted his name and called him king.
MARON
Aye. You going to have a cry about it?
Yara says nothing.
MaRON
He was right, you know. Your father was a terrible king.
YarA
I know that.
MARON
It didn't stop you from staking your claim on his name.
Touché.
MaRON
His plan was better than yours, too. The dragon queen would've made for a strong ally.
YarA
And then I got to her first.
MaRON
You did.
(beat)
Euron ranted on about how your father kept leading us into wars we couldn't win. Then he goes and declares war against her.
He shakes his head: "how's that for hypocrisy?"
MARON
I saw those fuckers flying over King's Landing. We're Ironborn. Our strength comes from the sea. You can't outsail a dragon.
YARA
So you've come to join the winning side.
MARON
Aye.
YARA
(faintly accusing)
You sank your own men tonight.
MARON
(intoning)
What is dead may never die.
He grimaces.
MaRON
Had to be done. There are a thousand ships in the Iron Fleet. All of them will burn if Euron remains king, and our people with them. What's the loss of two ships, against all that?
(beat)
I chose Euron's most loyal men to crew them, best as I could tell. Brave men, all of them. But not smart men.
Yara
And you're a smart man?
MARON
I'm not the only one. We all saw those beasts flying over Blackwater Bay. Euron cuts the tongue out of anyone who lets it show. So we hold our treasonous thoughts in silence.
Yara is eyeing Maron with interest. His story is making more and more sense.
YARA
You would follow me then? You would sail for me, fight for me, name me your queen?
MARON
Don't go asking me to curtsy and kiss your hand. I fight for the Ironborn and the Drowned God.
YARA
As do I.
MARON
Now you have two ships.
YARA
And my ally has two dragons.
Maron smirks.
MARON
And what do you intend to do with them?
Yara shares a gaze with her new loyalist.
YARA
I will take what is mine.

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