Game of Thrones (TV Series)

The Wolf and the Lion (2011)

Sean Bean: Eddard 'Ned' Stark

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• [Lancel struggles to buckle Robert into his armor when Ned walks in] 

  Lancel Lannister : It's made too small, Your Grace, it won't go.

  Robert Baratheon : Your mother was a dumb whore with a fat ass, did you know that?

  [Robert looks at Ned] 

  Robert Baratheon : Look at this idiot. One ball and no brains. He can't even put a man's armor on him properly.

  Eddard Stark : You're too fat for your armor.

  Robert Baratheon : Fat? Fat, is it? Is that how you speak to your king?

  [pause, then they start laughing as Lancel smiles] 

  Robert Baratheon : That was funny, is it?

  Lancel Lannister : [immediately stops smiling]  No, Your Grace.

  Robert Baratheon : No? You don't like the Hand's joke?

  Eddard Stark : You're torturing the poor boy.

  Robert Baratheon : You heard the Hand, the king's too fat for his armor! Go find the breastplate stretcher! NOW!

  [Lancel runs out of the tent as Robert starts laughing again] 

  Eddard Stark : The breastplate stretcher?

  Robert Baratheon : How long before he figures it out?

• [at the small council meeting about Daenerys Targeryen] 

  Robert Baratheon : The whore is pregnant.

  Eddard Stark : You're speaking of murdering a child.

  Robert Baratheon : I warned you this would happen, back in the North. I warned you, but you didn't care to hear. Well, hear it now: I want them dead. Mother and child both, and that fool Viserys as well. Is that plain enough for you? I want them both dead!

  Eddard Stark : [quietly]  You'll dishonor yourself forever if you do this.

  Robert Baratheon : [raises his voice]  Honor? I've got Seven Kingdoms to rule! One king, Seven Kingdoms! Do you think honor keeps them in line? Do you think it's honor that's keeping the peace? It's fear! Fear and blood!

  Eddard Stark : Then we're no better than the Mad King!

  Robert Baratheon : Careful, Ned, careful now!

  Eddard Stark : You want to assassinate a girl because the Spider heard a rumor?

  Lord Varys : No rumor, my lord, the princess is with child.

  Eddard Stark : Based on whose information?

  Lord Varys : Ser Jorah Mormont. He is serving as advisor to the Targaryens.

  Eddard Stark : Mormont? You bring us the whispers of a traitor half a world away and call it fact.

  Petyr Baelish : Jorah Mormont's a slaver, not a traitor. Small difference, I know, to an honorable man.

  Eddard Stark : He broke the law, betrayed his family, fled our land. We commit murder on the word of this man?

  Robert Baratheon : And if he's right? If she has a son, a Targaryen at the head of a Dothraki army? What then?

  Eddard Stark : The narrow sea still lies between us. I'll fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water.

  Robert Baratheon : Do nothing. That's your wise advice? Do nothing 'til our enemies are on our shores?

  [Robert looks around angirly at the other council members] 

  Robert Baratheon : You're my council: counsel! Speak sense to this honorable fool!

  Lord Varys : I understand your misgivings, my lord. Truly, I do. It is a terrible thing we must consider, a vile thing. Yet we who presume to rule must sometimes do vile things for the good of the realm. Should the gods grant Daenerys a son, the realm will bleed.

  Grand Maester Pycelle : I bear this girl no ill will, how many innocents will die? How many towns will burn? Is it not wiser, kinder even, that she should die now so that tens of thousands might live?

  Renly Baratheon : We should've had them both killed years ago.

  Petyr Baelish : When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, best close your eyes, get it over with. Cut her throat. Be done with it.

  Eddard Stark : [walks right up to Robert]  I followed you into war. Twice. Without doubts, without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now. The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow of an unborn child.

  Robert Baratheon : She dies.

  Eddard Stark : I will have no part in it.

  Robert Baratheon : You're the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command, or I'll find me a Hand who will.

  [Ned takes off his badge of office and tosses it onto the table in front of Robert] 

  Eddard Stark : And good luck to him. I thought you were a better man.

  Robert Baratheon : Out. Out, damn you, I'm done with you!

  [Ned turns and walks out] 

  Robert Baratheon : Go, run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike!

  [Ned walks through the throne room as Robert's shouts trail after him] 

  Robert Baratheon : I'll find her myself, you fool! You think you're too good for this? Too proud and honorable? This is a war!

• Barristan Selmy : Life is strange. Not so many years ago, we fought as enemies at the Trident.

  Eddard Stark : I'm glad we never met on the field, Ser Barristan. As is my wife. I don't think the widow's life would suit her.

  Barristan Selmy : [chuckles]  You're too modest. I've seen you cut down a dozen great knights.

  Eddard Stark : My father once told me you were the best he'd ever seen. Never knew the man to be wrong about matters of combat.

  Barristan Selmy : He was a fine man, your father. What the Mad King did to him was a terrible crime.

• Barristan Selmy : I hear the king wants to joust today.

  Eddard Stark : Eh, that will never happen.

  Barristan Selmy : [chuckles]  Robert tends to do what he wants.

  Eddard Stark : If the king got what he wanted all the time, we'd still be fighting a damned rebellion.

• Lord Varys : How is your son, my lord?

  Eddard Stark : He'll never walk again.

  Lord Varys : But his mind is sound?

  Eddard Stark : So they say.

  Lord Varys : A blessing, then. I suffered an early mutilation myself. Some doors close forever, others open in most unexpected places.

  [Varys points to a chair] 

  Lord Varys : May I?

  [Ned nods] 

  Lord Varys : If the wrong ears heard what I'm about to tell you, off comes my head. And who would mourn poor Varys then? North or south, they sing no songs for spiders. But there are things you must know. You are the King's Hand and the king is a fool. Your friend, I know, but a fool, and doomed unless you save him.

  Eddard Stark : I've been in the capital a month. Why have you waited so long to tell me this?

  Lord Varys : I didn't trust you.

  Eddard Stark : So why do you trust me now?

  Lord Varys : The queen is not the only one who has been watching you closely. There are few men of honor in the capital. You are one of them. I would like to believe that I am another, strange as that may seem.

  Eddard Stark : What sort of doom does the king face?

  Lord Varys : The same sort as Jon Arryn. "The tears of Lys," they call it. A rare and costly thing. As clear and tasteless as water, it leaves no trace.

  Eddard Stark : Who gave it to him?

  Lord Varys : Some dear friend, no doubt, but which one? There were many. Lord Arryn was a kind and trusting man. There was one boy. All he was, he owed to Jon Arryn.

  Eddard Stark : His squire, Ser Hugh?

  Lord Varys : Pity what happened to him. Just when his life seemed to be going so nicely.

  Eddard Stark : If Ser Hugh poisoned him... who paid Ser Hugh?

  Lord Varys : [spreads his hands]  Someone who could afford it.

  Eddard Stark : Jon was a man of peace. He was Hand for seventeen years, seventeen good years. Why kill him?

  Lord Varys : He started asking questions.

• [Eddard and Jory exit the brothel. Lannister guardsmen appear, armed with pikes, blocking the street. Jaime gallops in on his white horse] 

  Jaime Lannister : Such a small pack of wolves...

  [Jaime dismounts] 

  Jory Cassel : Stay back, Ser. This is the Hand of the King!

  Jaime Lannister : [mockingly]  WAS the Hand of the King. I'm not sure what he is. Lord of somewhere very far away.

  Petyr Baelish : [steps out of the brothel]  What's the meaning of this, Lannister?

  Jaime Lannister : [to Littlefinger]  Get back inside, where it's safe.

  Jaime Lannister : [to Ned]  I'm looking for my brother. You remember my brother, don't you, Ned Stark? Blond hair, sharp tongue, short man.

  Eddard Stark : I remember him well.

  Jaime Lannister : Seems he had some trouble on the road. You wouldn't know what happened to him, would you?

  Eddard Stark : He was taken at my command, to answer for his crimes.

  [Jaime draws his sword. His guardsmen ready their spears. Jory draws his sword. Littlefinger steps forward] 

  Petyr Baelish : My lords...

  [Ned halts Littlefinger] 

  Petyr Baelish : [to Ned]  I'll bring the City Watch.

  [Littlefinger retreats into the brothel] 

  Jaime Lannister : Come, Stark. I'd rather you die sword in hand.

  Jory Cassel : If you threaten my lord again...

  Jaime Lannister : Threaten? As in, I'm going to open your lord from balls to brains and see what Starks are made of?

  Eddard Stark : You kill me - your brother is a dead man.

  Jaime Lannister : [smiles nastily]  You're right.

  Jaime Lannister : [to his soldiers]  Take him alive. Kill his men.

  [two of the Lannister spearmen throw their pikes at Wyl and Heward, killing them instantly. Ned draws his sword. He and Jory engage in fight with the Lannister guardsmen, killing some of them. Jory fights with Jaime. Jaime blocks Jory's sword, then draws a dagger with his left hand and drives it through Jory's left eye. Jory falls dead. Ned is shocked. Jaime smiles mockingly and steps toward Ned. They fight, while the Lannister spearmen circle them. Suddenly, one of the spearmen who stands behind Ned thrusts his spear through Ned's right thigh. Ned yells in agony and falls to his knee, unable to fight. Jaime is enraged at that intervention, and knocks the spearman down. Rather than taking advantage of Ned's injury, Jaime walks away. One of Jaime's guardsmen brings his horse. Jaime mounts it] 

  Jaime Lannister : My brother, lord Stark! I want him back!

  [Jaime and his surviving guardsmen leave. Ned slumps into unconsciousness] 

• Robert Baratheon : I thought being king meant I could do whatever I wanted. Enough of this. Let's go watch 'em ride. At least I can smell someone else's blood.

  Eddard Stark : Robert...

  Robert Baratheon : What?

  [Robert looks down, realizes his belly is out] 

  Robert Baratheon : Oh.

  [Robert laughs] 

  Robert Baratheon : An inspiring sight for the people, eh? Come, bow before your king! Bow, you shits!

  [Robert laughs heartily] 

• Eddard Stark : Your name, friend.

  Yoren : Yoren, if it please.

  [looks at Arya] 

  Yoren : And this must be your son. He has the look.

  Arya Stark : In a girl!