[美剧赏析] 权力的游戏<Game of Thrones>完全赏析 (5-6)

最近阿伟看多了五毛动画，突然想看看那些成熟的动画是怎样的，于是决定看几部美剧。
GoT是阿伟选择的第一站，由于这部作品的亮点非常的多，所以会进行全面的解析，这已

经不单纯是剧透的级别了。所以如果诸位朋友没有完整的看过这部片，先去看一看吧。

第五集

( Theme music playing ) ( Horse whinnies ) ( Men shouting ) Ned: Does Ser Hugh have any family in the capital? No. I stood vigil for him myself last night. He had no one else. He'd never worn this armor before. Bad luck for him-- going against the Mountain. Who determines the draw? All the knights draw straws, Lord Stark. Aye. But who holds the straws? You've done good work, sisters. Life is strange. Not so many years ago we fought as enemies at the trident. 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. ( Chuckles ) You're too modest. I've seen you cut down a dozen great knights. My father once told me you were the best he'd ever seen. I never knew the man to be wrong about matters of combat. He was a fine man, your father. What the Mad King did to him was a terrible crime. And that lad-- he was a squire until a few months ago. How could he afford a new suit of armor? Perhaps Lord Arryn left him some money? I hear the King wants to joust today. Yes, that will never happen. ( Chuckles ) Robert tends to do what he wants. If the King got what he wanted all the time, he'd still be fighting a damned rebellion. It's made too small, Your Grace. It won't go. Your mother was a dumb whore with a fat ass. Did you know that? Look at this idiot! One ball and no brains. He can't even put a man's armor on him properly. You're too fat for your armor. Fat? Fat, is it? Is that how you speak to your King? ( Laughing ) That was funny, is it? No, Your Grace. No? You don't like the Hand's joke? You're torturing the poor boy. You heard the Hand. The King's too fat for his armor. Go find the breastplate stretcher-- now! - ( Laughter ) - "The breastplate stretcher"? How long before he figures it out? Maybe you should have one invented. All right, all right. But you watch me out there-- I still know how to point a Lance. You have no business jousting. Leave that for the young men. Why, because I'm king? Piss on that. I want to hit somebody! - And who's going to hit you back? - Anybody who can. - And the last man in his saddle-- - Will be you. There's not a man in the Seven Kingdoms would risk hurting you. Are you telling me those cowards would let me win? Aye. - Drink. - I'm not thirsty. Drink. Your King commands it. Gods, too fat for my armor. Your squire... A Lannister boy? Mm. A bloody idiot, but Cersei insisted. I have Jon Arryn to thank for her. "Cersei Lannister will make a good match," he told me. "You'll need her father on your side." 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. - Robert? - What? Oh. ( Laughs ) An inspiring sight for the people, eh? Come, bow before your King! Bow, you shits! ( Polite laughter ) ( Cheering ) - Where's Arya? - At her dancing lessons. The knight of the flowers. Thank you, Ser Loras. ( Neighs ) ( Horse fussing ) Don't let Ser Gregor hurt him. - Hey. - I can't watch. on the Mountain. I'll take that bet. Now what will I buy with 100 gold dragons? A dozen barrels of Dornish wine? Or a girl from the pleasure houses of Lys? Or you could even buy a friend. He's going to die. Ser Loras rides well. ( Neighing ) ( Fanfare ) - ( Gasps ) - ( Laughs ) Such a shame, Littlefinger. It would have been so nice for you to have a friend. And tell me, Lord Renly, when will you be having your friend? ( Neighs ) Loras knew his mare was in heat. Quite crafty, really. Ser Loras would never do that. There's no honor in tricks. No honor and quite a bit of gold. - ( Helmet clanks ) - Sword! ( Horse neighs ) - ( Gasps ) - ( Neighs ) - ( Gasps ) - ( Grunts ) Leave him be! ( Growls ) Stop this madness in the name of your King! Robert: Let him go! I owe you my life, Ser. I'm no Ser. ( Cheering ) Remove his hood. Marillion: ? on that Eve, the captive Imp ? ? downwards from his horse did limp ? ? no more would he preen and primp ? ? in garb of red and gold. ? Tyrion: This isn't the Kingsroad. You said we were riding for Winterfell. I did... Often and loudly. Very wise. They'll be out in droves, looking for me in the wrong place. Word's probably gotten to my father by now. He'll be offering a handsome reward. Everyone knows a Lannister always pays his debts. Would you be so good as to untie me? - And why would I do that? - Why not? Am I going to run? The hill tribes would kill me for my boots. Unless a Shadowcat ate me first. Shadowcats and hill tribes are the least of your concerns. Ah, the eastern road. We're going to the Vale. You're taking me to your sister's to answer for my imagined crimes. Tell me, Lady Stark, when was the last time you saw your sister? Five years ago. She's changed. She was always a bit touched, but now-- you might as well kill me here. - I am not a murderer, Lannister. - Neither am I! I had nothing to do with the attempt on your son's life. - The dagger found-- - What sort of imbecile arms an assassin with his own blade? - Should I gag him? - Why? Am I starting to make sense? - ( Thuds, grunts ) - Catelyn: Rodrik! ( Screaming ) My Lady, this way. Untie me. If I die, what's the point? ( Neighs ) Ah! ( Screams ) ( Heavy breathing ) Rodrik? I'll be fine, My Lady. There's no need to bloody yourself. Your first? You need a woman. Nothing like a woman after a fight. I'm willing if she is. ( Laughing ) Bran. Bran: The Iron Islands. Sigil: A Kraken. Words: We do not sow. - Lords? - The Greyjoys. Famed for their skills at archery, navigation and lovemaking. ( Laughs ) And failed rebellions. Sigil: A stag-- a crowned stag now that Robert's King. - Good. - Words: Ours is the fury. - Lords: The Baratheons. - Mm-hmm. The Westerlands. - Sigil: A lion. - Mmm. Words: A Lannister always pays his debts. No. A common saying, but not their official motto. - ( Arrow thunks ) - Lords: The Lannisters. - We're still on their words. - I don't know them. You do know them. Think. "Unbowed, unbent, unbroken." - That's House Martell. - "Righteous in wrath." - House Hornwood. - "Family, duty, honor." Those are Tully words-- your mother's. - Are we playing a game? - Family, duty, honor... - Is that the right order? - You know it is. Family comes first? Your mother had to leave Winterfell to protect the family. How can she protect the family if she's not with her family? Your mother sat by your bed for three weeks while you slept-- and then she left! When you were born, I was the one who pulled you from your mother. I placed you in her arms. From that moment until the moment she dies, she will love you. Absolutely. - Fiercely. - Why did she leave? ( Sighs ) I still can't tell you, - but she will be home soon. - Do you know where she is now? - ( Arrow thunks ) - Today? No, I don't. Then how can you promise me she'll be home soon? Sometimes I worry you're too smart for your own good. I'll never shoot another arrow. And where is that written? - You need legs to work a bow. - Hmm. If the saddle Lord Tyrion designed actually works, you could learn to shoot a bow from horseback. Really Dothraki boys learn when they're four years old. Why shouldn't you? ( Grunting ) ( Moans ) Shh, keep it down. You're not supposed to be inside the castle walls. I thought you were supposed to be an important person around here. Important enough for the likes of you. You're not the only nobleman in my life, you know. Who, the Imp? I'd call him half a nobleman. Jealous? Why should I be jealous? Anyone with a few coppers in his pocket can own you for the night. What's a dwarf like down below? I've always wondered. - Might surprise you. - Hmm? He's good with his fingers too. And his tongue. Generous tipper. I guess gold is cheap for a Lannister. You are jealous. I'm a Greyjoy. We've been lords of the Iron Islands for 300 years. There's not a family in Westeros that can look down on us, not even the Lannisters. And what about the Starks? I've been Lord Stark's ward since I was eight years old. A ward-- that's a nice word for it. Your father rebelled against King Robert - and if he does it again-- - My father fought for the freedom of his people. What did your father do? Fucked a cook and whelped a whore. You're a very serious boy. - I'm not a boy. - Oh yes, you are. A serious boy with a serious cock. I don't want to pay for it. Then get yourself a wife. - Arya: Come on. - ( Meows ) - I'm not gonna hurt you. - ( Meows ) ( Meows ) How is your son, My Lord? He'll never walk again. But his mind is sound? So they say. A blessing then. I suffered an early mutilation myself. Some doors close forever... Others open in the most unexpected places. May I? 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. I've been in the capital a month. Why have you waited so long to tell me this? I didn't trust you. So why do you trust me now? 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 I am another, strange as that may seem. What sort of doom does the King face? 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. Who gave it to him? Some dear friend, no doubt. But which one? There were many. Lord Arryn was a kind and trusting man. ( Sighs ) There was one boy. All he was he owed to Jon Arryn. The squire, Ser Hugh? Pity what happened to him, just when his life seemed to be going so nicely. If Ser Hugh poisoned him-- who paid Ser Hugh? Someone who could afford it. Jon was a man of peace. He was Hand for 17 years-- Why kill him? He started asking questions. ( Meows ) Man's voice: He's found one bastard already. He has the book. - The rest will come. - ( Lock clicks ) Man #2: And when he knows the truth, what will he do? The gods alone know. The fools tried to kill his son. What's worse-- they botched it. The wolf and the lion will be at each other's throats. - We will be at war soon, my friend. - What good is war now? We're not ready. If one Hand can die, why not a second? This Hand is not the other. We need time. Khal Drogo will not make his move until his son is born. You know how these savages are. "Delay," you say. "Move fast," I reply. This is no longer a game for two players. It never was. The first to arrive and the last to leave. I admire your industry. You do move quietly. We all have our qualities. You look a bit lonely today. You should pay a visit to my brothel this evening. First boy is on the house. I think you're mistaking business with pleasure. Am I? All those birds that whisper in your ear-- such pretty little things. Trust me, we accommodate all inclinations. Oh, I'm sure. Lord Redwyne likes his boys very young, I hear. I'm a purveyor of beauty and discretion-- both equally important. Though I suppose beauty is a subjective quality, no? Is it true that Ser Marlon of Tumblestone prefers amputees? All desires are valid to a man with a full purse. And I heard the most awful rumor about a certain lord with a taste for fresh cadavers. Must be enormously difficult to accommodate that inclination. The logistics alone-- to find beautiful corpses before they rot. Strictly speaking, such a thing would not be in accordance with the King's laws. Strictly speaking. Tell me-- does someone somewhere keep your balls in a little box? I've often wondered. Do you know I have no idea where they are? - And we had been so close. - ( Chuckles ) But enough about me. How have you been since we last saw each other? Since you last saw me or since I last saw you? Now the last time I saw you, you were talking to the Hand of the King. - Saw me with your own eyes? - Eyes I own. Council business. We all have so much to discuss with Ned Stark. Everyone's well aware of your enduring fondness for Lord Stark's wife. If the Lannisters were behind the attempt on the Stark boy's life and it was discovered that you helped the Starks come to that conclusion... To think a simple word to the Queen-- - one shudders at the thought. - Ooh. But you know something? I do believe that I have seen you even more recently than you have seen me. - Have you? - Yes. Earlier today, I distinctly recall seeing you talking to Lord Stark in his chambers. Was that you under the bed? And not long after that when I saw you escorting a certain foreign dignitary... Council business? Of course you would have friends from across the Narrow Sea. You're from there yourself, after all. We're friends, aren't we, Lord Varys? I'd like to think we are. So you can imagine my burden, wondering if the King might question my friend's sympathies. To stand at a crossroads where turning left means loyalty to a friend, turning right loyalty to the realm-- - Oh, please. - To find myself in a position - where a simple word to the King-- - ( Door opens ) What are you two conspiring about? Well, whatever it is, you'd best hurry up. My brother is coming. To a small council meeting? Disturbing news from far away. Haven't you heard? ( Birds cawing, waves breaking ) Off with you. No begging. I'm not a beggar. I live here. D'you want a smack on your ear to help you with your hearing? I want to see my father. I want to fuck the Queen, for all the good it does me. You want your father, boy? He's lying on the floor of some tavern, getting pissed on by his friends. My father is Hand of the King! I'm not a boy. I'm Arya Stark of Winterfell and if you lay a hand on me, my father will have both your heads on spikes. Now are you going to let me by or do I need to smack you on the ear to help with your hearing? You know I had half my guard out searching for you? You promised me this would stop. They said they were going to kill you. - Who did? - I didn't see them, - but I think one was fat. - Oh, Arya. ( Sighs ) I'm not lying! They said you found the bastard and the wolves are fighting the lions and the savage-- something about the savage. - Where did you hear this? - In the dungeons, near the dragon skulls. What were you doing in the dungeons? Chasing a cat. ( Knocks, door opens ) Pardon, My Lord. There's a night's watchman here begging a word. He says it's urgent. - Your name, friend? - Yoren, if it please. This must be your son. He has the look. I'm a girl! Did Benjen send you? No one sent me, My Lord. I'm here to find men for the Wall, see if there's any scum in the dungeons that might be fit for service. Oh, we'll find recruits for you. Thank you, My Lord. But that's not why I disturb you now. Your brother Benjen, his blood runs black-- makes him as much my brother as yours. It's for his sake I rode here so hard I damn near killed my horse. There are others riding too. The whole city will know by tomorrow. Know what? Best said in private, My Lord. Go on. We'll talk more later. Jory, take her safely to her room. Come along, My Lady. You heard your father. How many guards does my father have? Here in King's Landing? 50. You wouldn't let anyone kill him, would you? No fear on that count, little lady. - Well? - It's about your wife, My Lord. She's taken the Imp. ( Neighs ) You're far from home, Lady Stark. To whom do I speak? Ser Vardis Egan, knight of the Vale. Is Lady Arryn expecting your visit? There was no time to send word. May I ask, My Lady, why he is with you? That's why there was no time. - He is my prisoner. - He doesn't look like a prisoner. My sister will decide what he looks like. Yes, My Lady. She will at that. The Eyrie. They say it's impregnable. Give me 10 good men and some climbing spikes-- I'll impregnate the bitch. Tyrion: I like you. Lord Stark, your presence has been requested in the small council chamber. A meeting has been called. I need to see the King first-- alone. The King is at the small council meeting, My Lord. He has summoned you. - Is it about my wife? - No, My Lord. I believe it concerns Daenerys Targaryen. The whore is pregnant. - You're speaking of murdering a child. - 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 'em dead, mother and child both. And that fool Viserys as well. Is that plain enough for you? I want them both dead. You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this. 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. Then we're no better than the Mad King. Careful, Ned. Careful now. You want to assassinate a girl because the Spider heard a rumor? No rumor, My Lord. The princess is with child. Based on whose information? Ser Jorah Mormont. He is serving as advisor to the Targaryens. Mormont? You bring us the whispers of a traitor half a world away and call it fact? Jorah Mormont's a slaver, not a traitor. Small difference, I know, to an honorable man. He broke the law, betrayed his family, fled our land. We commit murder on the word of this man? Robert: And if he's right? If she has a son? A Targaryen at the head of a Dothraki army... - What then? - The Narrow Sea still lies between us. I'll fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water. Do nothing? That's your wise advice? Do nothing till our enemies are on our shores? You're my council. Counsel! Speak sense to this honorable fool. 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. I bear this girl no ill will, but should the Dothraki invade, 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? We should have had them both killed years ago. 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. 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. She dies. I will have no part in it. You're the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command or I'll find me a hand who will. And good luck to him. I thought you were a better man. Out. Out, damn you. I'm done with you. Go, run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike! Robert: I'll put it there myself, you fool! You think you're too good for this? Too proud and honorable? This is a war! I'll go ahead with my daughters. Get them ready. Do it yourself. - Don't ask anyone for help. - Right away, My Lord. Lord Baelish is here for you. His Grace went on about you at some length after you took your leave. The word "treason" was mentioned. What can I do for you? When do you return to Winterfell? Why? What do you care? If you're still here come nightfall, I'll take you to see the last person Jon Arryn spoke with before falling ill. If that sort of thing still interests you. I don't have the time. It won't take more than an hour. But as you please. Round up all the men we have and station them outside the girls' chambers. - Who are your best two swords? - Heward and Wyl. Find them and meet me at the stables. You bring him here without permission? You pollute my home with his presence? ( Suckling ) Your aunt has done a bad thing, Robin, a very bad thing. You remember her, don't you? Isn't he beautiful? And strong too. Jon knew it. His last words were "the seed is strong." He wanted everyone to know what a good, strong boy his son would grow up to be. Look at him, the Lord of all the Vale. Lysa, you wrote me about the Lannisters, - warning me-- - To stay away from them! Not to bring one here! Mommy? - Is that the bad man? - It is. ( Creepy laugh ) He's little. Lysa: He's Tyrion the imp of house Lannister. He killed your father. He murdered the Hand of the King! Oh, did I kill him too? I've been a very busy man. You will watch your tongue! These men are knights of the Vale. Every one of them loved Jon Arryn. Every one of them would die for me. If any harm comes to me, my brother Jaime will see that they do. You can't hurt us. No one can hurt us here. Tell him, mommy! - Tell him! - Shh shh shh, my sweet boy. He's just trying to frighten us. Lannisters are all liars. No one will hurt my baby. Mommy... I want to see the bad man fly. Perhaps you will, my little love. This man is my prisoner. I will not have him harmed. Ser Vardis, my sister's guest is weary. Take him down below so he can rest. Introduce him to Mord. You go sleep, dwarf man. ( Laughing ) Sleep good, little dwarf man! ( Slams, lock clanks ) ( Wind gusting ) Lord Stark's lucky he still has a head. Robert will rant for a few days, but he won't do anything. He adores the man. ( Surprised ) You're jealous. Are you sure this won't hurt? - Only if I slip. - ( Scraping ) - And you'd prefer me like this? - Mm-hmm. If you want hairless, maybe you should find a little boy. I want you. My brother thinks that anyone who hasn't been to war isn't a man. He treats me as if I'm a spoiled child. Oh, and you're not? Loras Tyrell, the knight of the flowers? How many wars have you fought in? Oh, and how much did your father spend on that armor of yours? Hold still. All I ever hear from Robert and Stannis is how I'm not tough enough, how I squirm at the sight of blood-- you did vomit when that boy's eye was knocked out in the melee. His eye was dangling out of the damn socket! He shouldn't have entered the melee if he didn't know how to fight. Easy for you to say. Not everyone is such a gifted swordsman. ( Groans ) It's not a gift. No one gave it to me. I'm good because I work at it-- every day of my life since I could hold a stick. I could work at fighting all day, every day, and still never be as good as you. Yes well, I guess we'll never know. ( Sighs ) - Everywhere? - Everywhere. So how did it end up? The Targaryen girl will die? It needs to be done, unpleasant as it is. Robert's rather tasteless about it. Every time he talks about killing her, I swear the table rises six inches. It's a shame he can't muster the same enthusiasm for his wife. He does have a deep, abiding lust for her money. You have to give it to the Lannisters-- they may be the most pompous, ponderous cunts the gods ever suffered to walk the world, but they do have outrageous amounts of money. I have an outrageous amount of money. Not as much as the Lannisters. ( Laughing ) But a lot more than you. Robert's threatening to take me hunting with him. Last time we were out there for two weeks. Tramping through the trees in the rain, day after day, all so he can stick his spear into something's flesh. Oh. But Robert loves his killing. - And he's the King. - Hmm. - How did that ever happen? - Because he loves his killing. And he used to be good at it. Do you know who should be king? - Be serious. - I am. My father could be your bank. I've never fought in a war before, but I'd fight for you. I'm fourth in line. And where was Robert in the line of royal succession? Joffrey is a monster. - Tommen is eight. - Stannis? Stannis has the personality of a lobster. He's still my older brother. - ( Gasps ) What are you doing?! - Look at it. You cut me. It's just blood. We've all got it in us. Sometimes a little spills. If you become King, you're going to see a lot of this. You need to get used to it. Go on. Look. People love you. They love to serve you because you're kind to them. They want to be near you. You're willing to do what needs to be done, but you don't gloat over it. You don't love killing. Where is it written that power is the sole province of the worst? That thrones are only made for the hated and the feared? You would be a wonderful King. I'm sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn't work out. You seemed so good together. I'm glad I could do something to make you happy. Without a Hand, everything will fall to pieces. I suppose this is where you tell me to give the job to your brother Jaime. No. He's not serious enough. I'll say this for Ned Stark: He's serious enough. Was it really worth it? Losing him this way? I don't know. But I do know this: If the Targaryen girl convinces her horselord husband to invade and the Dothraki horde crosses the Narrow Sea... We won't be able to stop them. The Dothraki don't sail. Every child knows that. They don't have discipline. They don't have armor. They don't have siege weapons. It's a neat little trick you do: You move your lips and your father's voice comes out. ( Huffs ) Is my father wrong? Let's say Viserys Targaryen lands with 40,000 Dothraki screamers at his back. We hole up in our castles-- a wise move-- only a fool would meet the Dothraki in an open field. They leave us in our castles. They go from town to town, looting and burning, killing every man who can't hide behind a stone wall, stealing all our crops and livestock, enslaving all our women and children. How long do the people of the Seven Kingdoms stand behind their absentee King, their cowardly King hiding behind high walls? When do the people decide that Viserys Targaryen is the rightful monarch after all? We still outnumber them. Which is the bigger number: Five or one? Five. Five... One. One army-- a real army united behind one leader with one purpose. Our purpose died with the Mad King. Now we've got as many armies as there are men with gold in their purse. And everybody wants something different. Your father wants to own the world. Ned Stark wants to run away and bury his head in the snow. What do you want? We haven't had a real fight in nine years. Back-stabbing doesn't prepare you for a fight. And that's all the realm is now: Back-stabbing and scheming and arse-licking and money-grubbing. Sometimes I don't know what holds it together. Our marriage. ( Laughing ) Ah, so here we sit holding it all together. Don't you get tired? Every day. How long can hate hold a thing together? Well, 17 years is quite a long time. Yes, it is. Yes, it is. What was she like? You've never asked about her, not once. Why not? At first, just saying her name even in private felt like I was breathing life back into her. I thought if I didn't talk about her, she'd just fade away for you. When I realized that wasn't going to happen, I refused to ask out of spite. I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I cared enough to ask. And eventually it became clear that my spite didn't mean anything to you. As far as I could tell, you actually enjoyed it. So why now? What harm could Lyanna Stark's ghost do to either of us that we haven't done to each other a hundred times over? You want to know the horrible truth? I can't even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted... Someone took her away from me, and Seven Kingdoms couldn't fill the hole she left behind. I felt something for you once, you know? I know. Even after we lost our first boy. For quite a while, actually. Was it ever possible for us? Was there ever a time, ever a moment? No. Does that make you feel better or worse? It doesn't make me feel anything. ( Door opens, closes ) She looks like him, don't she, My Lord? She has his nose, his black hair. Aye. Tell him when you see him, My Lord. If it please you, tell him how beautiful she is. I will. And tell him I've been with no one else. I swear it, My Lord, by the old gods and new. I don't want no jewels or nothing, just him. The King was always good to me. When Jon Arryn came to visit you, what did he want? He wasn't that sort of man, My Lord. He just wanted to know if the child was happy, healthy. He looks healthy enough to me. The girl shall want for nothing. Brothels make a much better investment than ships, I've found. Whores rarely sink. What do you know of King Robert's bastards? Well, he has more than you, for a start. - Ned: How many? - Does it matter? If you fuck enough women, some of them will give you presents. And Jon Arryn tracked them all down. Why? He was the King's Hand. Perhaps Robert wanted them looked after. He was overcome with fatherly love. Come. - Jory! - My Lord. Such a small pack of wolves. Stay back, Ser. This is the Hand of the King. Was the Hand of the King. Now I'm not sure what he is-- lord of somewhere very far away. ( Running ) What's the meaning of this, Lannister? Get back inside where it's safe. I'm looking for my brother. You remember my brother, don't you, Lord Stark? Blond hair, sharp tongue, short man. I remember him well. It seems he had some trouble on the road. You wouldn't know what happened to him, would you? He was taken at my command to answer for his crimes. - Littlefinger: My lords! - ( Horse neighs ) I'll bring the city watch. Come, Stark. I'd rather you die sword in hand. - If you threaten My Lord again-- - Threaten? As in, "I'm going to open your lord from balls to brains and see what Starks are made of"? You kill me, your brother's a dead man. You're right. Take him alive. Kill his men. ( Screams ) Yah! My brother, Lord Stark-- we want him back. ( Neighs ) ( Theme music playing )

#第五集

#本集共有单词数：444  总词数：3403

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第六集

Your pardon, Your Grace. I would rise, but... Do you know what your wife has done? She did nothing I did not command. Who'd have thought she had it in her? By what right dare you lay hands on my blood? I am the King's Hand, charged with keeping the peace... You were the King's Hand. You shall now be held accountable. Oh, will both of you shut your mouths?! Catelyn will release Tyrion and you'll make your peace with Jaime. He butchered my men... Lord Stark was returning drunk from a brothel when his men attacked Jaime. - Quiet, woman. - Jaime has fled the city. Give me leave to bring him back to justice. I took you for a King. - Hold your tongue. - He's attacked one of my brothers and abducted the other. I should wear the armor and you the gown. I shall wear this like a badge of honor. Wear it in silence or I'll honor you again. See what she does to me? My loving wife. I should not have hit her. That was not... That was not Kingly. If we don't act, there will be a war. So tell your wife to return that little shit of an Imp to King's Landing. She's had her fun, now put an end to it. You hear me? Send a raven and put an end to it. And what about Jaime Lannister? - What about Jaime? - I'm half a Kingdom in debt to his bloody father. I don't know what happened between you and those yellow-haired shits. I don't want to know. This is what matters... I can't rule the Kingdoms if the Starks and the Lannisters are at each other's throats. So enough. As you command, Your Grace. With your leave, I will return to Winterfell and set matters straight. Piss on that. Send a raven. I want you to stay. I'm the King. I get what I want. I never loved my brothers. A sad thing for a man to admit, but it's true. You were the brother I chose. We'll talk when I return from the hunt. The hunt? Killing things clears my head. You'll have to sit on the throne while I'm away. You'll hate it more than I do. The Targaryen girl... seven hells, don't start with her again. The girl will die and I'll hear no more of it. Put on the badge. And if you ever take it off again, I swear to the mother I'll pin the damned thing on Jaime Lannister. Khaleesi? Oh, Khaleesi! You're hurt. - Not too fast. - Come on, Dancer. When are you gonna tell him? Not now. - Blood for blood. - Bran: Come on! You need to make the Lannisters pay for Jory and the others. - Robb: You're talking about war. - I'm talking about justice. Only the Lord of Winterfell can call in the bannermen and raise an army. A Lannister put his spear through your father's leg. The Kingslayer rides for Casterly Rock where no one can touch him... you want me to march on Casterly Rock? - You're not a boy anymore. - Bran: Come on. They attacked your father. They've already started the war. It's your duty to represent your House when your father can't. And it's not your duty, because it's not your House. Where's Bran? I don't know. It's not my House. Robb? All alone in the deep, dark woods. I'm not alone. My brother is with me. I don't see him. Got him hidden under your cloak? Ooh, that's a pretty pin. - Silver. - We'll take the pin and the horse. Get down. Be quick about it. I can't. The saddle... the straps. What's wrong with you? You some kind of cripple? I'm Brandon Stark of Winterfell. If you don't let me be, I'll have you all killed! Cut his little cock off and stuff it in his mouth. The boy's worth nothing dead. Benjen Stark's own blood? Think what Mance would give us. Piss on Mance Rayder and piss on the North. We're going as far South as South goes. There ain't no White Walkers down in Dorne. Drop the knife! Let him go and I'll let you live. Robb. - Robb. - Shut up. Drop the blade! - No, don't. - Do it. Are you all right? Yes. It doesn't hurt. Tough little lad. In the Iron Islands, you're not a man until you've killed your first enemy. Well done. Have you lost your mind? What if you'd missed? He would have killed you and cut Bran's throat. - You don't have the right... - To what, to save your brother's life? It was the only thing to do, so I did it. What about her? Give me my life, My Lord, and I'm yours. We'll keep her alive. Mord! Turnkey! Mord! Mord! Dwarf man making noise! How would you like to be rich? Dwarf man still making noise. My family is rich. We have gold, lots of gold. I'm prepared to give you lots of gold in... No gold! Well, I don't have it here. No gold. Fuck off. I don't want to practice today. No? They killed Jory. My father is hurt. I don't care about stupid wooden swords. You are troubled. - Yes. - Good! Trouble is the perfect time for training. When you are dancing in the meadow with your dolls and kittens, this is not when fighting happens. I don't like dolls and k... You're not here. You're with your trouble. If you are with your trouble when fighting happens... ...More trouble for you. Just so. How can you be quick as a snake... ...Or as quiet as a shadow... ...When you are somewhere else? You are fearing for your father, hmm? That is right. - Do you pray to the gods? - The old and the new. There is only one God and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: "Not today." Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj! - Priestess: Khalakka Dothrae! - Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj! - Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj! - Khalakka Dothrae! She has to eat the whole heart? I hope that wasn't my horse. She's doing well. She'll never keep it down. Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj! Khalakka Dothrae! Khalakka Dothrae! Tell me what she's saying. "The prince is riding. I have heard the thunder of his hooves. Swift as the wind he rides. His enemies will cower before him... And their wives will weep tears of blood." She's going to have a boy. He won't be a real Targaryen. He won't be a true Dragon. Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres! "The stallion who mounts the world." The stallion is the Khal of Khals. He shall unite the people into a single Khalasar. All the people of the world will be his herd. ...Rhaesheseres! Rhaesheseres! Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego... They love her. Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego... She truly is a queen today. Don't let them see you carrying a sword in Vaes Dothrak. You know the law. It's not my law. They don't belong to you. Whatever is hers is also mine. Once, perhaps. If I sell one egg, I'll have enough to buy a ship. Two eggs... a ship and an army. - And you have all three. - I need a large army. I'm the last hope of a dynasty, Mormont. The greatest dynasty this world has ever seen on my shoulders since I was five years old... and no one has ever given me what they gave to her in that tent. Never. Not a piece of it. How can I carry what I need to carry without it? Hmm? Who can rule without wealth or fear or love? Oh, you stand there, all nobility and honor. You don't think I see you looking at my little sister, hmm? Don't think I know what you want? I don't care. You can have her. She can be Queen of the savages and dine on the finest bloody horseparts, and you can dine on whichever parts of her you like. But let me go. You can go. You can't have the eggs. You swore an oath to me. Does loyalty mean nothing to you? It means everything to me. And yet here you stand. And yet here I stand. Mord! Mord! Mord! Mord! Mord. Noise again! - About the gold... - No gold! - No gold. - Listen to me! Listen to me. Sometimes possession is an abstract concept... When they captured me, they took my purse, but the gold is still mine. Where? Where? I don't know where, but when they free me... You want free? Go be free. Have you ever heard the phrase "rich as a Lannister"? Of course you have! You're a smart man. You know who the Lannisters are. I am a Lannister. Tyrion, son of Tywin! And of course, you have also heard the phrase, "a Lannister always pays his debts." If you deliver a message from me... to Lady Arryn, I will be in your debt. I will owe you gold. If you deliver the message and I live, which I very much intend to do. What message? Tell her I wish to confess my crimes. You wish to confess your crimes? Yes, My Lady. I do, My Lady. The sky cells always break them. Speak, Imp. Meet your gods as an honest man. Where do I begin, my lords and ladies? I'm a vile man, I confess it. My crimes and sins are beyond counting. I have lied and cheated... gambled and whored. I'm not particularly good at violence, but I'm good at convincing others to do violence for me. You want specifics, I suppose. When I was seven I saw a servant girl bathing in the river. I stole her robe. She was forced to return to the castle naked and in tears. If I close my eyes, I can still see her tits bouncing. When I was 10 I stuffed my Uncle's boots with goatshit. When confronted with my crime, I blamed a squire. Poor boy was flogged and I escaped justice. When I was 12 I milked my eel into a pot of turtle stew. I flogged the one-eyed snake. I skinned my sausage. I made the bald man cry into the turtle stew, which I do believe my sister ate. At least I hope she did. Once I brought a jackass and a honeycomb - into a brothel... - Silence! What happened next? What do you think you're doing? Confessing my crimes. Lord Tyrion, you are accused of hiring a man to slay my son Bran in his bed, and of conspiring to murder my sister's husband Lord Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King. Oh, I'm very sorry. I don't know anything about all that. You've had your little joke. I trust you enjoyed it. Mord, take him back to the dungeon. But this time find a smaller cell... With a steeper floor. Is this how justice is done in the Vale? You accuse me of crimes, I deny them, so you throw me into a cell to freeze and starve? Where is the King's Justice? I am accused and demand a trial! If you're tried and found guilty, then by the King's own laws you will pay with your life. I understand the law. We have no executioner in the Eyrie. Life is more elegant here. Open the moon door. You want a trial, My Lord Lannister. Very well. My son will listen to whatever you have to say, and you will hear his judgment. Then you will leave... By one door or the other. No need to bother Lord Robin. I demand a trial by combat. You have that right. My Lady, I beg the honor. Let me be your champion. The honor should be mine. For the love I bore your Lord husband, let me avenge his death. - I'll fight for you, My Lady. - It'll be my honor. - The honor should be mine. - Make the bad man fly! Ser Vardis... You're quiet. Don't you want to avenge my husband? With all my heart, My Lady. But the Imp is half my size. It would be shameful to slaughter such a man and call it justice. Agreed. You demanded a trial by combat. Now I demand a champion. I have that right, same as you. My Lady, I will gladly fight the Imp's champion for you. I wouldn't be too glad, Ser. I name my brother Jaime Lannister. The Kingslayer is hundreds of miles from here. Send a raven for him. I'm happy to wait. The trial will be today. Do I have a volunteer? Anyone? Anyone? I think we can assume that no one is willing... I'll stand for the dwarf. More wine, Your Grace? - What was I saying? - Renly: Simpler time. It was! It was. You're too young to remember. Wasn't it simpler, Selmy? - It was, Your Grace. - The enemy was right in the open, vicious as you like, all but sending you a bloody invitation. Nothing like today. - It sounds exhilarating. - Exhilarating, yes. Not as exhilarating as those balls and masquerades you like to throw. You ever fuck a Riverlands girl? Once. I think. You think? I think you'd remember. Back in our day, you weren't a real man until you'd fucked one girl from each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. - We used to call it "making the eight." - Those were some lucky girls. You ever make the eight, Barristan? I don't believe so, Your Grace. Those were the days. Which days, exactly? The ones where half of Westeros fought the other half and millions died? Or before that, when the Mad King slaughtered women and babies because the voices in his head told him they deserved it? Or way before that, when dragons burned whole cities to the ground? Easy, boy. You might be my brother, but you're speaking to the King. I suppose it was all rather heroic... If you were drunk enough and had some poor Riverlands whore to shove your prick inside and make the eight. More wine, Your Grace? They burned most everything in the Riverlands: Our fields; Our granaries; our homes. They took our women, then they took 'em again. When they was done, they butchered them as if they was animals. They covered our children in pitch and lit them on fire. Brigands, most likely. They weren't thieves. They didn't steal nothing. They even left something behind, Your Grace. It's the King's Hand you're addressing, not the King. The King is hunting. Fish. The Sigil of House Tully. Isn't that your wife's house... Tully, My Lord Hand? These men, were they flying a Sigil? - A banner? - None, your... Hand. The one who was leading them... Taller by a foot than any man I've ever met, saw him cut the blacksmith in two, saw him take the head off a horse with a single swing of his sword. That sounds like someone we know. The Mountain. You're describing Ser Gregor Clegane. Why should Ser Gregor turn brigand? The man is an anointed knight. I've heard him called Tywin Lannister's mad dog. I'm sure you have as well. Can you think of any reason the Lannisters might possibly have for being angry with your wife? Maester Pycelle: If the Lannisters were to order attacks on villages under the King's protection, - it would be... - That would be almost as brazen as attacking the Hand of the King in the streets of the capital. Well... I cannot give you back your homes or restore your dead to life, but perhaps I can give you justice in the name of our King, Robert. Lord Beric Dondarrion. You shall have the command. Assemble 100 men - and ride to Ser Gregor's keep. - As you command. In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the first of his name, King of the Andals and the first men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm, I charge you to bring the King's Justice to the false knight Gregor Clegane and all those who shared in his crimes. I denounce him and attaint him. I strip him of all ranks and titles, of all lands and holdings, - and sentence him to death. - My Lord... This... this is a drastic action. It would be better to wait for King Robert's return. - Grand Maester Pycelle. - My Lord. Send a raven to Casterly Rock. Inform Tywin Lannister that he has been summoned to court to answer for the crimes of his bannermen. He will arrive within the fortnight or be branded an enemy of the crown and a traitor to the realm. A bold move, My Lord, and admirable. But is it wise to yank the lion's tail? Tywin Lannister is the richest man in all the Seven Kingdoms. Gold wins wars, not soldiers. Then how come Robert is King and not Tywin Lannister? Hold! - Attack attack! - Come on, Ser Vardis! Attack! Stand and fight, coward! Yes! Enough, Ser Vardis! Finish him. What are you doing? Get up! Get up, get up, get up! Raise your sword. Raise it! Get up, man! - On your feet! - Get up! Get up and fight, Ser Vardis! No! Have mercy! Is it over? You don't fight with honor! No. He did. Can I make the little man fly now? Not this little man. This little man is going home. I believe you have something of mine. A Lannister always pays his debts. You wear your hair like a real southern lady now. Well, why shouldn't I? We're in the South. It's important to remember where you come from. I'm not sure your mother would like these new styles. My mother isn't from the North. I'm aware of that. Why do you care? Do you even have hair under there? Yes. I have hair. I've never seen it. Would you like to? No. Where are you from anyway? The North or the South? I come from a very small village in... Oh, wait. I just realized I don't care. - Sansa... - Septa. Now you are being rude. My prince. My prince. My Lady. I fear I have behaved monstrously the past few weeks. With your permission? It's beautiful, like the one your mother wears. You'll be queen someday. It's only fitting you should look the part. Will you forgive me for my rudeness? There's nothing to forgive. You're My Lady. One day we'll be married in the throne room. Lords and ladies from all over the Seven Kingdoms will come, from the last hearth in the North to the Salt Shore in the South, and you will be Queen over all of them. I'll never disrespect you again. I'll never be cruel to you again. Do you understand me? You're My Lady now, from this day until my last day. Stop. - Stop! - Whoa. - What are you doing? - Going to King's Landing. In a turnip cart? I'll find a ship heading south in White Harbor. And you can afford that? Some of my friends are more generous than others. There's a thousand girls like you in King's Landing. So I'll have lots of company. Yes, you'll be very popular... Until some fat lord comes to visit with a big belly and a little prick and he can't get it up so he knocks all your teeth out. And what will happen to me if I stay here? Will I become Lady Greyjoy, - mistress of the Iron Islands? - Don't be a fool. I hear Jaime Lannister attacked Lord Stark in the streets of King's Landing. Every man for a hundred miles will be marching off to war soon and most of them will never come back. There's nothing left for me here. Let's go, Stefon. Giddyup. Let me see it one more time! See what? I'm going to miss you. I know. I'm sending you both back to Winterfell. - What?! - Listen... - What about Joffrey? - Are you dying because of your leg? Is that why you're sending us home? What? No. Please, father. Please don't. You can't. I've got my lessons with Syrio. I'm finally getting good. This isn't a punishment. I want you back in Winterfell for your own safety. Can we take Syrio back with us? Who cares about your stupid dancing teacher? I can't go. I'm supposed to marry Prince Joffrey. I love him and I'm meant to be his Queen - and have his babies. - Seven hells. When you're old enough, I'll make you a match with someone who's worthy of you, someone who's brave and gentle and strong... I don't want someone brave and gentle and strong. I want him! He'll be the greatest King that ever was, a golden lion, and I'll give him sons with beautiful blond hair. The lion'sot s Sigil, idiot. He's a stag, like his father. He is not. He's nothing like that old drunk King. Go on, girls. Get your Septa and start packing your things. - Wait! - Come on. But it's not fair! "Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair." "Axel Baratheon, black of hair." "Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair." "Steffon Baratheon, black of hair." "Robert Baratheon, black of hair." "Joffrey Baratheon... Golden-haired." Daenerys! Where's my sister? Stop him. Where is she? Hmm? Where is she? I'm here for the feast. - The whore's feast? - Come. Get your hands off me! No one touches the Dragon! Khal rhae mhar! Me ifa! Khal Drogo! I'm here for the feast. Nevakhi vekha ha maan. Khal Drogo says there is a place for you. Back there. That is no place for a King. You are no King. Keep away from me! Viserys, please. There she is. Put the sword down. They'll kill us all. They can't kill us. They can't shed blood in their sacred city. But I can. I want what I came for. I want the crown he promised me. He bought you. But he never paid for you. Tell him I want what was bargained for or I'm taking you back. He can keep the baby. I'll cut it out and leave it for him. Anha vazhak maan rek me zala. Anha vazhak maan firikhnharen hoshora ma mahrazhi aqovi affin mori atihi mae! What's he saying? He says yes. You shall have a golden crown... That men shall tremble to behold. That was all I wanted. What-what was promised. Qora mae. No! No! You cannot touch me. I am the Dragon. I am the Dragon! I want my crown! Ahh! Ammeni haz jolin! - Look away, Khaleesi. - No. No, dany. Dany, tell them. Make them! Dany, make them... No, you can't! Just... please! Dany, please! A crown for a King. Khaleesi? He was no Dragon. Fire cannot kill a Dragon. 

第六集

#本集共有单词数：273  总词数：3676

a = ['Agreed','Ammeni', 'Anha', 'Assemble', 'Axel', 'Beric', 'Blood', 'Brigands','Confessing', 'Dancer', 'Dany', 'Dondarrion', 'Dothrae', 'Drop', 'Dwarf','Exhilarating', 'Fish', 'Fuck', 'Giddyup', 'God', 'Gold', 'Golden', 'Got','Harbor', "Imp's", 'Inform', 'Khalakka', 'Killing', 'Kingly','Lyonel', 'Me', 'Meet', 'More', 'Nevakhi', 'Noise', 'Once', 'Open', 'Orys','Poor', 'Priestess', 'Qora', 'Raise', 'Rakh', 'Rhaego', 'Rhaesheseres','Riverlands', 'Salt', 'Selmy', 'Shore', 'Silence', 'Silver', 'Simpler','Stand', 'Steffon', 'Stefon', 'Swift', 'Taller', 'Trouble', 'Turnkey', 'Vezh',"Wasn't", "Who'd", 'Whoa', 'abducted', 'abstract','accountable', 'accuse', 'accused', 'action', 'addressing', 'affin', "ain't",'angry', 'animals', 'anointed', 'aqovi', 'assume', 'atihi', 'attacking','attacks', 'attaint', 'avenge', 'badge', 'bald', 'banner', 'bargained','bathing', 'behaved', 'behold', 'blamed', 'bore', 'bother', 'bouncing','branded', 'brazen', 'break', 'brigand', 'butchered', 'carrying', 'cart','cell', 'cells', 'charged', 'cheated', 'clears', 'cloak', 'concept', 'confess','confronted', 'convincing', 'covered', 'cower', 'cruel', 'dany', 'demanded','denounce', 'deny', 'describing', 'deserved', 'drastic', 'drunk', 'dungeon','dynasty', 'eel', 'elegant', 'escaped', 'exhilarating', 'fearing', 'fin','firikhnharen', 'fitting', 'flogged', 'flying', 'forced', 'free', 'fucked','fun', 'gambled', 'generous', 'gentle', 'gladly', 'goatshit', 'goes', 'golden','gown', 'granaries', 'guilty', 'ha', 'haj', 'haz', 'herd', 'heroic', 'hiring','holdings', 'homes', 'honeycomb', 'hooves', 'horseparts', 'hoshora', 'ifa','intend', 'invitation', 'jackass', 'jolin', 'judgment', 'k', 'kittens','knocks', 'leading', 'lied', "lion's", "lion'sot", 'lit','lots', 'loving', 'ma', 'maan', 'mae', 'mahrazhi', 'march', 'masquerades','meadow', 'mhar', 'milked', 'millions', 'mistress', 'monstrously', 'mori','mounts', 'mouth', 'mouths', 'nobility', 'packing', 'parts', 'piece', 'pin','pitch', 'popular', 'possession', 'pot', 'prepared', 'protection','punishment', 'ranks', 'rek', 'release', 'represent', 'restore', 'returning','rhae', 'rhaesheseres', 'richest', 'rise', 'robe', 'rudeness', 's', 'sacred','safety', 'saja', 'sausage', 'sell', 'sending', 'shameful', 'shared', 'shed','shoulders', 'shove', 'silence', 'simpler', 'sins', 'size', 'skinned','slaughter', 'slay', 'specifics', 'steal', 'steeper', 'stew', 'stole','straps', 'strip', 'stuff', 'stuffed', 'styles', 'tail', 'teacher', 'teeth','thunder', 'titles', 'trial', 'troubled', 'turnip', 'turtle', 'unite','vazhak', 'vekha', 'vicious', 'village', 'villages', 'voices', 'volunteer','wealth', 'wears', 'weep', 'whichever', "whore's", 'whored',"wife's", 'wins', 'within', 'wives', 'yank', 'zala']

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