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BEACH
A man hops out of his boat at night, and grabs a basket of fish. As he carries it on shore, Jorah knocks him out with a punch to the face. Looking around, he drags the man out of the water, and throws two coins on him. Jorah walks over to where he has Tyrion tied up. Tyrion is grunting, trying to cut the ropes binding him with a knife. Jorah picks up the knife and Tyrion. He throws Tyrion and his supplies into the boat, and then pushes it out to sea. Once it gains momentum, he hops in himself.
Ext. BOAT
A number of men walk around doing various tasks on deck. Jaime Lannister looks out from the side of the boat. He turns to the captain.
JAIME: Is that Estermont?
CAPTAIN: Tarth, Ser Jaime. (Shot of an island). The Sapphire Isle.
INT. BELOW DECK
A knife hits a sandbag.
BRONN: Why are we on a merchant ship? Why no Lannister sails?
JAIME: This ship's sailing to Oldtown. We'll get off earlier, not far from Sunspear. Row ourselves to the Dornish shores in the night.
BRONN: You ever been to Dorne?
JAIME: No.
BRONN: I have. The Dornish are crazy. All they want to do is fight and fuck. Fuck and fight.
JAIME: You should be happy to go back. (Drinks some water).
BRONN: (Gets up, walking to his knife). There's nothing like a good fight to get you in the mood for fucking. (Pulls out his knife from the sandbag). And there's nothing like a fuck-mad Dornish girl to clear your head for the next fight. It's how the two work together. And we're gonna do a lot of fighting, I am sure. Well, I am. But I don't imagine we'll get to stick around for the rest. Not after we've kidnapped their princess.
JAIME: We are not kidnapping their princess. We are rescuing my niece, bringing her back to the family,
BRONN: (Incredulously) Your niece?
"Now even Bronn doesn't believe you" Tyrion said
" Shut up!" Jamie scowled
Jaime and Bronn have a stare-off. After a moment, Jaime looks away. Bronn drinks some water.
BRONN: I've been doing this sort of thing a long time. I'm good at it. (Sits down).
JAIME: That's why you're here.
BRONN: I know. Why are you here? Why not send 40 of me, or an army? Unlike most folks, you actually got one.
JAIME: Because I don't want to start a war.
BRONN: That still doesn't explain why you're doing it.
JAIME: It has to be me.
BRONN: (Gets up starts walking). If I'm putting something of a lit together, a one-handed man, (Grabs some rope and walks back), who happens to be one of the most recognizable faces in Westeros, is not -
JAIME: It has to be me.
BRONN: (Sheaths his sword). You set your brother free, didn't you? I bet your sister didn't like that.
JAIME: (Quietly) Varys set him free.
BRONN: Well, if you ever see the little fucker, (Lays down), give him my regards.
JAIME: He murdered my father. If I ever see him, I'll split him in two. And then I'll give him your regards
"Wow! I never knew that's how you felt about me, looks like I will have to stay away from you from now on" Tyrion joked as Jamie shoved him away.
[KING'S LANDING; SMALL COUNCIL CHAMBER]
[CERSEI sits in her chair, looking angry. GRANDMAESTER PYCELLE, QYBURN, MACE TYRELL, and an empty chair are at the table. MACE TYRELL speaks.]
"The Iron Bank has called one-tenth of the Crown's debts. Given the expense of rebuilding the royal-"
"How much can the Crown afford?"
"With winter coming, half what they ask. Less."
"No doubt the war's been going on for a while now, so not surprising they are low on funds" Jon Arryn nods. It also didn't help that Robert's spendthrift nature had left a dent in the royal treasury, which no doubt only grew in the future.
"You're the Master of Coin. How do we pay them?"
"Well, House Tyrell could front the gold, and the Crown will pay us back in time, or I'll have words with my daughter."
[MACE smiles as if expecting a laugh. QYBURN and PYCELLE both look down. MACE'S smile fades.]
"It wasn't the worst attempt" Olenna muttered with a small fond smile.
"You've already given us too much. No, we must arrange better terms with the Iron Bank."
"So when it's not her father, she's more than happy to deny loans," Renly said with a tight smile.
"She knows once the crown starts borrowing from the Tyrells they'll be as indebted to them as it is to House Lannister right now. Cersei is smart enough to avoid that" Stannis grunted in displeasure.
Robert shifted in discomfort. The debt was all his fault, him and his expensive tastes...
"We must send an envoy to the Iron Bank, someone of importance, to show these bankers our respect. As the King's Master of Coin, I can think of no one more qualified."
"She's sending everyone who is not her favourite away" Shireen frowned.
"Expected, she wishes to accumulate power. Even if doing so would result in chaos for her son, she doesn't care" Stannis grunted in displeasure.
"The King has expressed concern about his father-in-law's safety on this voyage. He's ordered Ser Meryn to personally lead your escort."
[SER MERYN walks into the room. MACEturns to look at him, and then back at CERSEI.]
Margaery stiffened, eyes narrowing on the vision. "If she does anything to father..."
Olenna put a hand on her granddaughter's hand. Margaery turned to her, to see her face stoic but her eyes burning with rage.
"It's a good thing she won't survive to that day," the old woman said smoothly.
Margaery nods.
[HIGH SPARROW'S CHAMBER]
[A note lies on the desk, stamped with the seal of the HIGH SPARROW.]
"For someone who strives for simplicity and being humble, he has his own seal" Robb noted.
"He is in a position of leadership, all leaders need a seal for important letters" Catelyn explained.
[The HIGH SPARROW sits behind his desk, across from CERSEI. She pours a glass of wine.]
"May I offer you some wine, Your Holiness?"
[The HIGH SPARROW smiles]
"No."
[CERSEI looks unsure, presumably having expected him to say yes.]
"She'll have a blast dealing with this one" Tyrion chuckled. He was still in hot waters because of his nonchalant attitude and overconfidence from the vision prior to the last one, the one about his capture, so Jaime did not react to his quip.
The man and their mother did send him a disgruntled look though. Neither were over how easily Tyrion just did care.
[After a moment she smiles and pushes the wine away.]
"The old High Septon would have asked the vintage."
"She's appointed him High Septon?" Jon Arryn asked incredulously. What was the woman thinking? Putting the head of an extremist group in such a position of power!
Catelyn on the other hand thought the appointment wasn't the worst one. So far, the man seemed pious and caring about the Seven and the people. Like a High Septon should be.
"I could say that our minds are temples to the Seven and should be kept pure. But the truth is, I don't like the taste.''
[HIGH SPARROW pauses a moment]
"How may I serve?"
"All over Westeros, we hear about septs being burned. Silent sisters raped. Bodies of holy men piled in the streets."
"Wars teach people to obey the sword, not the Gods."
"Perhaps the Gods need a sword of their own.
[The HIGH SPARROW raises an eyebrow]
"In the days before the Targaryens, the Faith Militant dispensed the justice of the Seven."