I'll make sure you understand that when I've won your war for you. TYWIN: Any man who must say, 'I am the king' is no true king. JOFFREY: I am the king! I will punish you. JOFFREY pulls his hand free from his mother's caress. Unacceptable, disrespectful, and in very bad taste. PYCELLE: Lord Tyrion should apologize immediately. JOFFREY: I could have your tongue out for saying that. Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies. Perhaps you should speak to me more softly, then. You'd do well to remember that, you little monster. I'm going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast. VARYS: Your Grace, Lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage. I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast. Thank him for his service and command him to send Robb Stark's head. Signed Walder Frey.' Is that bad poetry or is it supposed to mean something? JOFFREY: Robb Stark is dead. Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding. Annoyed, TYRION reaches to the floor and snatches the scroll. Hand shaking, PYCELLE offers a scroll to TYRION. TYRION: Killed a few puppies today? JOFFREY: Show him. KING JOFFREY BARATHEON walks behind his grandfather, excited and grinning. LORD TYWIN LANNISTER, QUEEN CERSEI LANNISTER, VARYS, and GRAND MAESTER PYCELLE are already seated. Your father has called a meeting of the small council. GIRL: Oh! That's him! PODRICK: My lord, my lady. PODRICK PAYNE runs down the steps of the garden, looking for TYRION. TYRION: My lady- SANSA: Well, you asked me. TYRION: Why sheep shift? SANSA: That's the vulgar word for dung. TYRION: Lady Sansa! SANSA: My sister used to do that when she was angry with me. His room will stink, but he won't know where it's coming from. Then you sew up the hole and make his bed again. You cut a little hole in his mattress and you stuff sheep dung inside. SANSA: (chuckles) We could sheep shift Lord Desmond's bed. Anyone named Desmond Crakehall must be a pervert. I could speak to Lord Varys and learn their perversions. SANSA: So how should we punish them? TYRION: Who? Whom? SANSA: Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall. He looks back, embarrassed, and she returns his look, cooly. SANSA: (laughs) TYRION realizes that SHAE overheard that comment. TYRION: The disgraced daughter and the Demon Monkey. I am the disgraced daughter of the traitor Ned Stark. I'm the Halfman, the Demon Monkey, the Imp. TYRION: My lady, people have been laughing at me far longer than they've been laughing at you. Fear of death, on the other hand- SANSA: You should learn to ignore them. SANSA: A list of people you mean to kill? TYRION: For laughing at me? Do I look like Joffrey to you? No, death seems a bit extreme. SANSA: What are you doing? TYRION: I have a list. Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall. SER ELDRICK SARSFIELD and LORD DESMOND CRAKEHALL pass, snickering at them TYRION: Hmm. EXT: KING'S LANDING, GARDENS LADY SANSA STARK and LORD TYRION LANNISTER stroll side-by-side through the gardens on a beautiful day. He spurs the horse forward, and they ride away through the fire and battle. FREY MEN: The King in the North! The King in the North! FREY MAN: Here comes ARYA is dejected and THE HOUND has fear in his eyes. She watches in horror as the Frey men lead the awkward effigy into the yard. FREY MEN: The King in the North! The King in the North! FREY MAN: Here comes the King in the North! Here comes the King in the North! ARYA rouses in front of THE HOUND. Mounted behind them, KING ROBB STARK's headless body has been turned into a grotesque effigy - it is tied roughly onto a post, with the head of his direwolf, Grey Wind, mounted to the corpse's shoulders. FREY MEN: The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North! Frey men march out of the castle. MAN: Go, move out! THE HOUND pauses amidst the blinding smoke and flames. He urges his mount forward and they trot into the flames. He surveys the battle and picks up a Frey banner as he rides by. Man #2: Yah! Yah! THE HOUND rides out from the castle, LADY ARYA STARK slumped in front of him. One man is strung up by his neck into the trees. Swords clash, and some men are set aflame. Stark bannermen and Frey forces battle for their lives. CUT TO: THE STARK ENCAMPMENT The battle outside the castle walls is fierce. The Stark camp is engulfed in flames as the battle rages on. The sounds of the battle below draw him to the edge. EXT: THE TWINS, NIGHT LORD ROOSE BOLTON climbs the stairs to the top of the Twins.
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