Episode 1: "Old Friends,New Reunions"

EXT-NIGHT, AT THE WALL

Just a few hours after the wall collapses, Beric Dondarrion and Tormund are running across the snow, trying their best to get ahead of the undead army.

Beric: "Tormund, hurry up!" Beric says as Tormund struggles to catch up with him

Tormund: "Slow down! (pants) If i don't take a break i think the Lord Of Light will have to resurrect my fucking lungs! (pants, coughs)".

Beric: "We don't have much time to reach Winterfell. We've got to get there before the dead do!" Beric says, the fierce snowstorm that the dead always bring muffling his voice, making him shout to Tormund

Tormund: "I know, i know!" Tormund says, struggling to get up on the thick snow as the few of the remaining Wildlings help him up.

As they get ready to move they hear the horrifying, ear piercing and at this point all too familiar screech of the Night King's new pet, Viserion. They look on from their relatively safe position as the undead army stumble through the crack in the wall. Wildlings, First men, Thenns, Hornfoots, Cave people, dozens of giants and animals and every so often...pale spiders, the size of hounds all marching under one king, one leader, with one goal...death, to any and all of the living, with Winterfell being their first stop.

Tormund and Beric watch, the snowstorm making it difficult to see the army but also making them harder to spot as well

Tormund: "Beric...how the fuck are we gonna defeat this?" Tormund asks as Beric looks at him

Beric: "Have faith Tormund" He says

Tormund: "What? In the Lord Of Light?" Tormund rebuts but Beric turns around before he can fully finish

Beric: "Yes! but if not that at least have faith in your fellow men, soldiers. Now come on, we're still a little ahead of them!" He says as the small group continues to run as fast as they can. dragging themselves through the thick snow.

EXT-DAY, WINTERFELL

Arya Stark hears the ruckus or, more appropriately the noises of people gathering around the gate and outside it. She still has no idea what's going on and her curiosity always gets the better of her as she climbs onto a higher vantage point in the castle to take a look. The sounds of dogs barking and pigs squealing can be heard as Arya looks on to see what everybody was gathered around for, her higher vantage point making the picture more clearer as the 8000 strong Unsullied march forward and into Winterfell. They march like a well oiled machine, precise and without missing a step as the Northerners watch on. After a while Arya spots Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen riding on their horses as they make their way to Winterfell. Arya tears up a little bit as she sees Jon, though she doesn't call out to him just yet.

Jon: (Looks at Danny looking over the Northerners nervously, their eyes practically shooting daggers at her) "I told you. Northerners don't much trust outsiders. Especially when that outsider belongs to a Targaryen bloodline" He says to her

Danny: "Well...(she looks around, a touch nervously)... i hope i get to win over their trust" She says, looking over at Jon.

Jon: "You've already won mine over. In more ways than one. I will vouch for you in front of my people as best i can. Once they see the scale of what we're facing, they'll come around" He says, giving her an assuring warm smile.

Close behind them is a horse carriage carrying Tyrion Lannister and Varys. It's surrounded by a few Unsullied soldiers

Tyrion: "(Looks around) Of all the shitholes in all the parts of this world that i could've chosen to die...why's it have to be Winterfell? (He pauses for a second) I don't know who'd rather kill me first: The army of the dead, the cold, or the hundreds of pissed of Northerners staring at me?" He says.

Varys: "They don't have to like us in order to fight with us. They just need to focus their blades and anger on the bigger threat which at this point i'm sure is more than obvious to them. The enemy of my enemy is my friend after all" He says

Tyrion: "You know what happened to the person who said that?" Tyrion asks to which Varys gives off a shrug "He got stabbed in his sleep by the people he was supposedly allied to" Tyrion pauses, gives off a small sigh and looks back at Varys "Alliances like that don't last very long, and by the end of it the two sides are back at each other's throats" He says

Varys: "Well, we're just gonna have to make sure that as little as possible throats get cut then." Varys says as he looks around at the Northerners "Besides, the things we are talking about are based on the incredibly low chance of us defeating the army of the dead" He says, leaning back into his seat

Tyrion: "Well...who knows...maybe the Gods will have mercy on us" He says as the carriage continues to drive towards the castle

As the Unsullied enter Winterfell the Dothraki aren't far behind, though their march isn't as disciplined or in order, as some of them walk on foot, others walk on their horse while a few gallop with their horses in a brisk pace. In front of them are Grey worm and Missandei, both riding on their horses. Missandei looks at the Northerners and their eyes, looking at her. Their looks are not ones of anger but ones of confusion, curiosity and even a little fear. It's not exactly often that someone with a dark skin complexion came to the North so this was new to them as much as it was new to Missandei

Missandei: " (Turns to Grey Worm nervously) Nyke ȳdra daor hae bisa. Pōnta're jurnegēre rȳ nyke hae pōnta ȳdra daor gīmigon skoros iksan (I don't like this. They're looking at me like they don't know what i am)" She tells him

Grey Worm: He turns to her, keeping his horse steady " Sȳrī, pōnta haven't ūndegīon riña hen naath. Ao sagon arlie naejot zirȳ, se pōnta're arlie naejot ao. Tepagon ziry mirri jēda, pōnta'll jiōragon gaomagon naejot īlva (Well, they haven't seen a girl from Naath. You're new to them, and they're new to you. Give it some time, they'll get used to us) He tells her assuredly.

Not so far behind them, Gendry Baratheon and the Hound, Gregor Clegane ride on their horses. Once Arya spots Gendry from her vantage point, she can't help but let on a small smirk onto her face. However her smirk changes into a surprised frown once she sees the Hound riding not far behind him.

As Jon and Danny walk inside Winterfell, Drogon and Rhaegal fly above the castle. A few of the Northerners start to run, dispersing the crowd as Sansa looks on at the two magnificent beasts who were once the stuff of nightmares for the realm. Arya looks at the dragons with wonder in her eyes, being absolutely taken aback by them as she almost trips and falls from her vantage point partly because she was in a daze from seeing such creatures for the first time and parttly because of the snow. Whether Danny intended it or not, the dragons arriving just as she's entering Winterfell serves as a great show of force.

Jon and Danny both dismount their horses as Jon approaches Sansa, giving her a hug

Jon: "How have you been?" He asks her, holding her shoulders

Sansa: "Good, i've been good Jon" She says with slight unease and frustration in her voice, her attention being more focused on the Targaryen queen being in their castle

Jon: "Where's Arya?" He asks, looking around for a few seconds

Sansa: "Probably sneaking off somewhere" She says as her full attention moves from Jon and onto Danny as she approaches her. Sansa shows off a confident stance to Danny. The last thing she needs is to make the North's leader look weak in front of a potential ally or conqueror

Danny: "I'm glad to finally meet you Sansa Stark. You and the North are as beautiful as your brother told me" She says, putting up a smile, fake or otherwise

Sansa: "(Looks over at her, giving her a small smile) The North is yours too your grace, you and your army are welcome to stay here as long as you may need to" She says to her, although the irritation and small sarcasm in her tone is lost on Danny, but not to Jon.

After she greets the queen, Sansa gives Jon a stern look, walking behind Daenerys as they step into the Great Hall. Jon sighs as he follows after them, knowing that those two won't be able to get along so easily.

EXT-DAY, A LITTLE SOUTH OF THE WALL

Tormund, Beric and a few of the surviving Wildlings with them decided to make a small stop to rest, figuring that they were way ahead of the undead army since their grotesque inhuman moans , or the ear piercing screech of Viserion were nowhere to be heard.

Beric: He sits down on the far less thicker snow, looking over at Tormund "Are you tired?" He asks

Tormund: He looks at him with a stern look "No! I'm a happy dancing fucking princess on my way to get bedded by my fellow king, what the fuck do you think i am?!" He responds angrily

Beric: "We're all tired. For what's supposed to be an army of undead corpses they sure march fast" He says.

Tormund: "We don't have any supplies, very little water and we're still miles upon miles away from Winterfell" He says, letting out a loud groan as he says that

Beric: "We don't have to get to Winterfell today, we just have to make it before they do" Beric says, looking over at Tormund. They rest for a while until Beric hears a noise. "Quiet...did you hear that?" He asks

Tormund: "No, i heard fuck all. Did any of you hear anything?" He asks the Wildlings to which they shake their heads.

Beric stands up, trying to see if he can hear the same noise, his hand holding steady onto his sword. And he finally hears it, what sounds like a pained groan. And this time, Tormund and the Wildlings hear it as well

Beric: "To your left!" He shouts as dozens of wights start to pour in onto their small camp

Beric pulls out his flaming sword, Tormund readying his axe as both of them and the surviving Wildlings, tired and exhausted attack the undead Wights. Usually a fight like this would not be a problem, any well trained group of soldiers could easily hold their own against a couple dozen Wights. However their exhaustion, coupled with the lack of sleep and the constant walking that they've had to do makes the fight a lot more difficult than it should be, with both Beric and Tormund sustaining a few injuries and cuts. They eventually do defeat them, however with a few of the Wildlings dying in the battle

Tormund: "The fuckers are onto us!" Tormund says, putting the axe down

Beric: "Indeed. We can't rest anymore. We have to move. If this is just a scouting party they sent for us, who knows how many are on their way" He says, looking at Tormund "Come on, rest is over" He says as Tormund groans, continuing their walk across the frozen wasteland

INT-DAY, WINTERFELL, THE GREAT HALL

Jon, Danny and Sansa gather around the table in the great hall as the representatives of the North's clans sit down on their tables. Jon gets up, getting ready to give his speech before he;s interrupted by Lyanna Mormont.

Lyanna: "When were you planning to tell us that you bent the knee to a Targaryen?" The little girl says. She was not one to sit quietly and wait for the adults to discuss their politics

Jon: "I...i was getting to that My Lady" He says as he takes a deep sigh "I know that none of you expected this, and a few of you wanted this. I mean, it wasn't long ago that we went into a rebellion against a Targaryen, against the Mad King who beheaded my grandfather and his son" Jon pauses, turning his head briefly to Danny, and then turning back to address the hall "But...this woman is not her father. Yes, she has been merciless to her enemies, yes she has conquered lands and slayed thousands of people, including ones who refused to bow down to her!" He says, calming down slightly "But she did all of that to save lives. She shows mercy where mercy is needed, and shows kindness where her ancestors didn't. If she was like her father, i wouldn't even be sitting here talking to you. I'd be a pile of ash, floating in the wind" He says, pausing again " She knows better than anyone what it's like to be downtrodden , to be looked down upon. She understands what it's like to fight for your freedom, to climb yourself up from the dirt of nothingness until you have reached greatness. And i have not seen a better ruler than her" Jon pauses again, "I refused to bow down to her when i first met her, i didn't want to bend to knee to any king, queen or would be conqueror so i stormed out of the throne room in Dragonstone that day...and the very fact she didn't kill me, when she had every opportunity to, is at least a small proof to me that Daenerys Targaryen is not like the Mad King" Jon says, looking over the room "We need her armies. Her manpower, her strength, her dragons. Because if we don't learn to set our differences aside even briefly, this might be the last sunset you or i ever get to see" Jon finishes, sitting down back in his chair as the rest of the people talk to themselves quietly.

After a while Sansa decides to intervene.

Sansa: "But this is not a temporary alliance is it brother?" She asks, in an obvious stern voice "After the war is over, she wants us to bow down to her, serve under her rule, correct?" She asks, her eyes moving to Danny

Danny: "Correct" Danny responds bluntly "I expect nothing else or more for the help i am giving you. You will answer to me but my rule will not be tyrannical. You will not be chained by me, you will not be forced to do things unless they are necessary for the betterment of the realm. Any grievances you may have will be considered. I will not rule with an iron fist, unless conditions force me to" She says, responding to Sansa.

Before anybody can continue, Bran Stark, who has been quiet for some time, decides to intervene.

Bran: "None of this matters at this moment. All of this political talk, bending knees, who's going to rule over who is irrelevant. The dead are marching, their first major step being this castle. If we don't prepare well enough, this won't be their last step either. We don'ta have time for petty squabbles" Bran pauses "The Night King has one of your dragons, he's using it as his pet. They'll be here sooner than you realize" He says, looking at Danny

Sansa: "Bran's right. We can discuss this further after we've won. Right now, i will have to look over the supplies we have and try to ration them. I didn't count on her grace bringing such a large army and two fully grown dragons" She pauses, saying her grace in a mocking tone "What do dragons eat anyways?" She asks sarcastically

Danny: "Whatever they want, whenever they want" She answers, bluntly and sternly as the lords and ladies leave the Great Hall. Sansa approaches Jon, grabbing his hand

Sansa: "We need to talk" She says

Jon: "Later, in my chambers" He says, pushing her hand politely away and leaving The Great Hall

EXT- DAY, WINTERFELL, THE GODSWOOD

Jon looks at the tree, contemplating what to do. He's stuck between a rock and a hard place. On one side there was Danny, the love of his life. Kind, caring, loving and with an army big enough to face and even possibly defeat the greatest threat humanity's ever faced. On the other side is Sansa. Stubborn, proud, daring. All the good traits of any Stark. And she has more than enough reasons not to surrender herself and the North to a Targaryen. So what if Jon trusts her? That doesn't mean that she won't or she hasn't already decided how to carve up the North to best suit her. And Danny's short speech obviously did very little to convince her. Many would be conquerors and tyrants have started out by saying they won't be tyrants.

Before Jon can think of what to do, he hears footsteps. He turns around quickly but at that point Arya's in full view of him

Jon: "How did you sneak up on me?" He asks

Arya: "How did you survive a knife through the heart?" She asks

Jon: "I didn't..." Jon says, not getting to finish his sentence before Arya jumps into his arms, the tears streaming down her face as she finally embraces him after such a long time

Arya: "(sobbing) I missed you...I missed you so much!" She says, breaking down in his arms

Jon: " (sobs a little) I missed you too Arya" He says, trying not to cry himself as he pulls away, still holding onto her

Arya: "You used to be taller (sobs)" She says

Jon: "(chuckles) You used to be shorter" He says, looking her up and down "Do you still have it?" He asks her

Arya: "(wipes the tears away) What?...oh...the sword" She says, pulling Needle out "I call him Needle" She says

Jon: "(chuckles) That's a good name. Simple, but effective" He says, swinging Needle around a little "Still sturdy. You've taken good care of it" He says, handing the sword back to her "Have you ever used it?" He asks

Arya: "Once or twice. Only when i needed to the most" She says

Jon: "Well. You'll have to find or, maybe even make something with more of an impact than this. Because as much as i assume this was of use to you, with what we're about to face, this won't be enough" Jon says as Arya puts Needle back to it's scabbard and starts to walk off

Jon: "Go to Gendry, he's a good blacksmith. Maybe he can make something for you" Jon says as Arya smirks a little bit to herself as Jon says that

Arya: "Yes, i might go talk to him" She says, leaving Jon back to himself in the Godswood

EXT-DAY, WINTERFELL, THE MAKESHIFT SMITHING CAMP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COMPLEX

Gendry: "(grabs a piece of a falling dragonglass) Careful lads, we'll need all of them" He says to the men as they work tirelessly, producing weapons.

As Gendry looks on he finally spots Arya, though not before she spots him

Gendry: "(Startled) You...where the hell did you come from?" He asks

Arya: "I was looking for you" She says, pausing a little bit, looking him over for a brief second

Gendry: "Well, here i am My lady, what can i help you with" He says, knowing full well that irritates her

Arya: "Don't call me a lady" She says as she hands him a small piece of paper "I want you to make this for me" She says

On the paper is a crude drawing of what looks like a double sided, long spear with dragonglass blades on both ends

Gendry: "A spear?"

Arya: "Yes. with both ends bladed. Can you make it?"

Gendry: "I can but...it will take some time. Swords and daggers must take priority. You understand right?"

Arya: "I do. I can wait...just...don't take too long" She says in a slightly flirty tone, starting to walk away

Arya: "Gendry!" She calls to him

Gendry: "What?" He says, turning around to face her once more

Arya: "You look good" She says in a neutral tone, walking away from him as a small smirk appears on Gendry's face

INT- NIGHT, WINTERFELL, JON'S QUARTERS

Sansa Stark enters Jon's room, locking the door behind her as Jon looks at her

Sansa: "I can't believe you've done this" She pauses, looking at him angrily "Bending the knee to another would be conqueror, a Targaryen conqueror at that!"

Jon: "I had no choice Sansa! We need her, whether you like it or not, whether the rest of the Lords like it or not, we need her. Without her armies, her dragons, we stand no chance against the dead!" He says, getting up from his chair "Please understand. None of this is going to matter if we don't defeat the Night King and his armies" He says, approaching her and putting his hands on her shoulders which she coldly refuses

Sansa: "And we weren't under threat when you refused to bend to her the first time?" She says bluntly "I heard your speech Jon. And while the lords may have been too smitten from you big words and uniting voice i was listening to everything you said" She pauses "You said that at first you didn't bend your knee to her, that you refused her rule, even though the threat then was just as real and dangerous as it is now. So what changed? What made you decide to..." She pauses, looking into Jon's eyes, starting to catch on pretty quick. Sansa was always the more perceptive one of the Starks. "You...you slept with her...didn't you?" She says, looking at him

Jon: "(sighs) I...i did" He admits sheepishly

Sansa: "No...you didn't just sleep with her" She pauses, cupping her hands onto Jon's face "You love her. I can tell. Men always have that look in their eyes when they're in love with someone" She says "Is this why you accepted her rule? So you can be with her?" She asks, a bit of anger in her voice

Jon: "(sternly, with a bit of anger and irritation in his voice) No, that's not it! Lots of things played into it already. The dead, the years of bickering between the houses of the realm, thousands of years of war, conflict, suffering" Jon says, looking at Sansa "Don't you understand? She can undo that. She has the power to unite people, to get them under her cause, no matter what the cost. She can put an end to tyranny. She can...she can break the wheel" He says as Sansa looks at him

Sansa: "Yes, she can and will break the wheel. And in that wheel's place, she'll put up her own. One with her dragons ruling over frightened people, one with and obedient loyal army of eunuchs ready to kill and slaughter for her, one with thousands of savage murderers and rapists pillaging whatever stand in their way" She pauses "Is that the future you see Jon? People being united by fear, obeying her every command because she has the largest army for it?" She says

Jon: "She's not like that. You know she's not like that..." He gets interrupted before he can finish his sentence

Sansa: "Do i? Do i Jon? For that matter do you?" She pauses "Whether or not a Targaryen is good and just is all up to a toss of a coin. That is a risk i will not take, not for the sake of these people" She pauses " We will fight the dead together...but after that...after that we'll discuss what the North will be in your new queen's kingdom" She says, opening the door and shutting it firmly as Jon flips over a chair in anger and frustration

When it comes to Samwell Tarly and him finding out that Daenerys burned his father and brother alive, storming out from and bumping into Bran and him telling Jon the truth of who he is, there's nothing i would change when it comes to those scenes. To me they were perfect and John Bradley (Samwell Tarly)'s acting was top notch.

EXT-NIGHT, LAST HEARTH, THE SEAT OF HOUSE UMBER

Tormund and Beric finally arrive at a somewhat secluded place, at castle Last Hearth

Beric: "We could take shelter inside. I'm sure they'll let us in" He says

Tormund: "At this point i'll settle for a fucking rock to sit my ass on" He says

They along with the dozens of surviving Wildlings make their way to the castle only to find that there are no guards at the gates, neither above it or next to it either

Tormund: "I am no expert on castles but...shouldn't there be guards around here?" He asks

Beric: "They should, keep your eyes open" He says

They make their way inside, walking slowly only to find the entire castle is empty, only a couple dozen helmets and spears remaining in the snow. Tormund walks up to one of the spears and runs his fingers on it

Tormund: Blood...and entrails" He says as bloody footsteps follow to the gate on the other side

Beric: "Do you think...?" He says before Tormund interrupts him

Tormund: "Must be those icy fucks. No living man gets up from this and just walks away" He says

Again, the rest of the scene pretty much will play out like it did in Episode 1, wouldn't change much about it