NARRATOR: This is the story of power. Pure and simple.

CUTTO: DROGONDRAGONWOLF and THE NIGHT KING ARMY.

NARRATOR: One is good. One is evil.

CUTTO: THE NIGHT KING, then DROGONDRAGONWOLF.

NARRATOR: If one succeeds, the other fails. The inevitable versus power. This is the darkest timeline, and this is the final episode.

[GAME OF THRONES music.]

CUTTO: TYRION in THE MOON CHAMBER. DAENERYS paces in circles, clutching her blue dress, and mumbling. GREYWORM is pacing.

DAENERYS: All our enemies must burn.

GREYWORM: All our enemies must burn.

TYRION, from a distance: Is anybody home? Viserion let me in.

GREYWORM and DAENERYS: All our enemies must burn.

TYRION: I know I'm late, but hopefully not too late.

GREYWORM and DAENERYS: All our enemies must burn.

TYRION sees GREYWORM and DAENERYS, encircling each other.

TYRION: I'm too late.

DROGONDRAGONWOLF lands.

DROGONDRAGONWOLF, in draconic: Mother. Uncle. All our enemies shall burn.

DAENERYS: Burn all our enemies.

GREYWORM: Our enemies burn.

DAENERYS rides atop DROGON's head, GREYWORM rides atop DRAGON head (three headed dragon, we have here). They fly off.

TYRION: I'm too late.

CUTTO: The Vale. DROGONDRAGONWOLF flies into the horizon. Shadows merging with dragonflesh emerge in a nebulous cloud floating around Drogon's former body and wings.

DROGONDRAGONWOLF: All our enemies shall burn.

DROGONDRAGONWOLF lands in front of JON SNOW.

DAENERYS: Jon, our enemies must burn.

JON: Our enemies must burn.

In silence, JON mounts WOLFHEAD of DROGONDRAGONWOLF.

CUTTO: DRAGONS' LANDING. Hundreds of thousands of REFUGEES camp outside the city walls. THE NIGHT KING'S ARMY advances south, all 26 million, their footsteps like rhythmic tremors deep within the earth. Then, snow falls. At first gentle, a dusting of white on the brown fields. But then the howling winds appear, howling and grieving, and the snow falls in fierce torrents specked with ice. Through the white haze, midnight blue eyes howl back.

Sunshine breaks through the clouds, and a glacier the mammoth size of unending forest grind forward – slow, unrelenting, inevitable. The audience sees the midnight blue eyes through the ice. These eyes belong to THE NIGHT KING, and the audience hears ice grinding over rock, then rubble, then wood, then flesh. The glacier grinds forward into the bodies of the thousands of refugees, then tens of thousands.

REFUGEE FATHER: There is no place to run. If we die, we die together.

REFUGEE FATHER, MOTHER, DAUGHTER, and SON huddle together as the onslaught of ice crushes their bodies. The audience sees the eyes of THE NIGHT KING as screams are snuffed into silence through brutal, glacial force.

More grinding and screams. The force advances. The force grinds through stone, then stops advancing. The glacier stops.

THE NIGHT KING: Dragons' Landing, my generals and lieutenants. We've arrived at last. Lieutenants, you know who you must save for tonight's turning. As for everyone else, kill them. We will restore balance.

2ND GENERAL: My king.

3RD GENERAL: My king.

4TH GENERAL: My king.

ETC

The glacier melts into streams then emerges as UNDEAD MINIONS. LIEUTENANTS sprint faster than the minions, but the minions are unrelentless like a horde of ants crawling towards prey. Unrelentless and inevitable, the horde of UNDEAD MINIONS advance towards THE RED KEEP, absorbing all prey.

THE NIGHT KING is alone with JULIA and 1ST GENERAL.

THE NIGHT KING, in undead speak: Tonight, we restore balance. Tonight, my task is done. Brother, do you have the last acorn?

1ST GENERAL: I do.

1ST GENERAL hands acorn to THE NIGHT KING.

THE NIGHT KING: We have been through much. When it is time, you know how to get home?

1ST GENERAL: I do.

THE NIGHT KING: There is so much I want to say to you, older brother.

1ST GENERAL: Younger brother, my king, tonight will be glorious.

They embrace like brothers who will never see each other again will, given the circumstances. The Night King and his brother say goodbye because in war, nothing is ever certain.

Then, JULIA.

THE NIGHT KING hugs JULIA.

THE NIGHT KING: My clever little girl, tonight, my task will be done. You're clever and you know what that means. When the moment is right, you'll feel it, and you'll know what to do. What has to be done. Here, you'll need this. From this acorn, a heartwood tree will grow. When the moment is right, and the world is in balance, plant this acorn.

JULIA: OK, Uncle Night. I love you.

THE NIGHT KING: I love you too, my 36th.

JULIA: Is this goodbye?

THE NIGHT KING: In war, one never knows if these words will be the last, even the side of the inevitable.

THE NIGHT KING mounts ESSESS.

THE NIGHT KING: We are at war to restore balance. You are eighteen. In the laws of Westeros, if boy, you would be conscripted to fight. Boys become men and learn to kill. Some become brave, but most learn only too intimately the horrors of war.

JULIA: What will I learn if I witness the horrors of war?

THE NIGHT KING is silent, then: The meaning of life, my 36th. War is death, but some survive war.

JULIA nods.

JULIA: Anyone who survives this war, anyone that fortunate enough, that person will understand the meaning of life.

THE NIGHT KING: That death gives life meaning. As a lieutenant, my minions will leave you unharmed and you may walk through this capital and save any souls you wish. But time is of the essence, and we have very little time left. Understood?

JULIA: Understood. Time. Time isn't for forever. Well, time is forever. Time and circumstance isn't.

THE NIGHT KING: My clever Julia.

CUTTO: TYRION, at THE EYRIE.

TYRION: I was too late, I was too late.

VISERION: I told you not to go to the bathroom.

TYRION: It wasn't like I could have held it in.

TYRION points to his stomach.

VISERION: I'm sorry. I'm upset about the situation, not upset with you.

TYRION: I believed in her. I believed she would rule justly. But that creature, that three headed dragon shadow – it isn't just.

VISERION: It is an abomination.

TYRION: I was too late.

VISERION: And mother couldn't understand Draconic until it was too late.

TYRION: I'm sad, my friend.

VISERION: So am I.

TYRION: If I were in Casterly Rock, when sad, I'd play the piano.

VISERION: There's a concert hall at the castle. I can take you there?

TYRION: Really? Yes.

TYRION jumps out the window of MOON CHAMBER onto VISERION's neck. She crawls up outside the side of THE EYRIE then cranes her neck into a window.

TYRION hops off, and is in an amphitheatre with a piano in the center.

TYRION: My dear friend, are you aware that I now possess magic?

VISERION: I was unaware of that, dear friend.

TYRION: I can enchant butterflies, project my presence to those I yearn for, as long as fire exists between us, and when I feel fear, FOOTSTEPS OF THE NIGHT KING, I disappear. Magic has something to do with my emotions, and I must confess, I don't fully yet grasp its intricacies.

VISERION: Magic or your feelings?

TYRION: Are the mutually exclusive?

VISERION: You have not been good with your feelings, considering the women you've fallen in love for.

TYRION: I should not have told you at Valeria. But fine, yes, my feelings aren't healthy. Growing up as a dwarf, feeling in the back of my mind that my father hated me, then he actually told me, just before I murdered him – well, I'm a Lannister. Jaime and I are brothers to the last gold piece.

TYRION plays a note on the piano.

TYRION: Jaime was good on the guitar. We talked about it, him and me. It was all pretend, but he'd say he'd give up his lordship and I'd give up whatever claim I had as a dwarf, and then we'd travel Westeros as a band.

TYRION plays another note.

TYRION: Jaime!

On the reflection of the piano's glossy surface, JAIME.

JAIME: What the bloody hell? I was about to go to the loo, the only moment I have privacy, thank you very much.

TYRION: Since you're guarding the precious children with Ser Brienne. How's she's doing?

JAIME: As much as she'd hate to admit it, she enjoys this more than being a knight.

TYRION: And you?

JAIME: Once, I would have hated this. But are you really going to watch me take a shit?

TYRION: Where am I appearing? I only see your face.

JAIME: You're in the bathroom mirror, which is quite filthy by the way. None of us wants to clean.

TYRION: Paradise becomes filthy with dozens of unruly children.

JAIME: Some of these children are gifted. With music, I mean.

TYRION: Remember how we used to jam at Casterly Rock? You on the guitar, me on the piano, and whatever girl you were fucking on the drums.

JAIME: Our music was terrible.

TYRION: Just like Daenerys has become terrible.

JAIME shits and emits noises.

TYRION: Jaime, that sounds like you haven't had vegetables in weeks.

JAIME: No we haven't.

Flushing.

JAIME: So Daenerys is terrible. How?

TYRION: I don't know how, I just saw it, but a three-headed dragon emerged.

JAIME: A three-headed dragon? Like Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserions' heads all together in one monostrosity?

TYRION: Even worse. Drogon's ugly face merged with another shadowy head the shape of a dragon, then another shadowy head the shape of a wolf. It floated into the sky like dark, ominous clouds, heading south.

JAIME: Toward King's Landing.

TYRION: Dragons' Landing. I believed in her, my queen. She had the name but her upbringing wasn't royal, it was common. She was the royal queen who understood what it meant to be common, to know what hunger felt like. She … was a candle in the wind.

TYRION plays a few notes on the piano, sounding eerily similar to Candle in the wind.

JAIME: What's happening? The water here is floating into the air [in sync to Tyrion's piano music].

TYRION: What? Sadness! I get it. Look, I'm figuring out this magic business, and so far, fear allows me to disappear, yearning allows me to see you, and now sadness allows me to control water. But I never realized that music controls feelings until now. I have a plan.

JAIME: What's the plan? I need to know!

TYRION: Dragons' Landing is by the water. If I can organize a symphony of sad music, then I can control the water of Black Water Bay. With enough magical gusto, I could enchant a tsunami to flush the Night's King's army.

JAIME: Enchant a tsunami? Isn't that high level magic?

TYRION: I know. We're in season 8. Goodbye brother, I need to save Dragons' Landing.

JAIME: Goodbye brother.

TYRION runs to VISERION.

VISERION: I heard it all. Where to my friend?

TYRION: Winterfell.

VISERION: Why Winterfell?

TYRION: The saddest person in the world lives there. And I know for a fact Sansa plays the cello.

CUTTO: WINTERFELL. TYRION atop VISERION flies and lands. SANSA runs out to greet TYRION.

TYRION: Let's say for the sake of argument you know why we're here.

SANSA: You have a plan to win and you need my help.

TYRION: I do. It involves you playing cello.

SANSA: I'm in. Let me bring my darling. Viserion can carry it all?

TYRION: I made her a backpack.

SANSA: Viserion is a lady?

VISERION: I am.

SANSA: Pleasure to meet you. I'll be right back.

SANSA in her chamber, packing cello into a case.

VIOLET: Where are you going?

SANSA: To help save Westeros.

VIOLET, blocking the doorway: You can't leave me. I love you.

SANSA: I can save family.

VIOLET: I love you. I thought I was enough family.

VIOLET grabs SANSA, and tries to kiss, but SANSA looks away.

SANSA: I'm not like that.

VIOLET grabs SANSA's hand, and pushes between her thighs.

VIOLET, whimpering: But you liked it when your fingers were inside me.

SANSA: Duty is family, and family is what endures. You are an undead creature.

VIOLET: If you leave me, I'll kill myself.

SANSA: You are undead.

VIOLET: I'll take pills, enough pills to to never awaken. I would rather die than live without your love.

SANSA: We didn't have love.

VIOLET: I had love. Before I was undead. I was in love with him, and he was in love with me. We were in love until The Night King murdered him because he was nineteen. I was seventeen. I've resented him since turning undead. I would have rather died than live like this.

SANSA: Then you know regret. I've lived with sadness and regret since I was a stupid little girl. But I'm not so stupid anymore, and if you resent him as much as I hate him, let me go. V

VIOLET allows SANSA to pass.

VIOLET: He thinks he's so inevitable, but there are no certainties in life, living or undead.

SANSA runs to VISERION and TYRION. They are airbourne.

CUTTO: DROGONDRAGONWOLF in the air. The abomination encounters the 7999 Unsullied, and lands.

GREYWORM: My men.

UNSULLIED SARGENT: My commander.

GREYWORM: You would give your life to our queen.

UNSULLIED SARGENT: We pledge our lives since she freed us.

DROGONDRAGONWOLF: Then your lives shall be pledged.

DROGONDRAGONWOLF inhales, and the Unsullied turn into ashes and smoke. DROGONDRAGONWOLF has grown, and the sad heads of some Unsullied scream through the black clouds. DROGONDRAGONWOLF is now the size of a mountain.

CUTTO: THE IRON THRONE.

QUYBURN: I still have droplets of Tears of Lys.

VARYS: Kill myself? No. The Night King will need to govern, once he takes control of Dragons' Landing. In order to govern, he needs proficient bureaucrats to help him govern. I am one of those proficient bureaucrats.

QUYBURN: I don't know if I fit the job description. He is undead, and I don't know if my skills as a Maester help with ailments and maladies of the undead.

Suddenly, IRON THRONE doors burst open. In a scene similar to when TYWIN LANNISTER entered KING'S LANDING victorious in SEASON 2, THE NIGHT KING enters while mounted on ESSESS, victorious.

THE NIGHT KING: My victory is at hand.

VARYS: Then you are my new king.

QUYBURN: As you are mine, my king.

THE NIGHT KING: If this were a game of chess, you two would be my bishops.

VARYS: Does that mean you won't kill us?

THE NIGHT KING: Tonight, I'm having the biggest party the undead world has ever seen. My reward for setting the world in balance. As always, I have men and women kept alive to turn undead during these parties. There's something exquisite about a fresh body to turn. Normally, I like them younger, but you two are souls that have experienced much, with much secrets hidden within. I relish when I'll unwrap those secrets like presents.

VARYS: When you turn us, you learn our secrets?

QUYBURN: When I animated the Mountain, I didn't learn any of his secrets.

THE NIGHT KING: Your animation was without undead magic. I animate and keep their souls whereas you animated by raping them of their souls.

VARYS: You would have loved to rape the Mountain, wouldn't you?

THE NIGHT KING: I would have loved to see what secrets his soul kept dark.

QUYBURN: So how do you animate the dead but keep their souls intact?

THE NIGHT KING: I give free choice. Tonight, you'll have the choice to die or turn undead. There's no in between.

VARYS: I think we've already established I'd say whatever it takes to stay alive.

QUYBURN: I'm rather principled but even I'm curious what life is like undead. Would I be this old undead?

THE NIGHT KING: We revert to when we were happiest.

VARYS: I was never happy. I was dutiful, bound by oath, but never happy, my king.

THE NIGHT KING: Except when you spoke with children.

VARYS: How do you know?

THE NIGHT KING: I have won this game of thrones, and you wonder how I know?

QUYBURN: And me, when was I happy?

THE NIGHT KING: When you were a boy and in love with another boy.

QUYBURN: It ended tragically. How do you know?

THE NIGHT KING: I am the Night King. I know. I am the inevitable, and I have won.

THE NIGHT KING sits upon the IRON THRONE.

THE NIGHT KING: I wish to hold court, as king of Westeros.

CUTTO: TYRION, SANSA, other band members, and VISERION. GHOST is in the backpack, completely freaking out.

TYRION: This is the fastest way to Dragons' Landing.

SANSA: Everything seems rushed.

TYRION: We're close to the end, can you feel it?

SANSA: I feel the wind, but not much else.

TYRION: Enchanting magic has made me aware of my feelings, just like you need to be aware of your feelings. When we land on the beach at Dragons' Landing, we will set up the orchestra but you will be the star of the show. Your cello music, by evoking sadness, will enchant magic and a tsunami will crescendo to kill the Night King and his army. Or at least that's how I hope this will work.

SANSA: I hope so too.

CUTTTO: IRON THRONE, and court is ajourned. All GENERALS and most LIEUTENANTS sit regally upon chairs of finery. Lieutenants and generals have changed into armour and dresses, depending on their preferred gender.

THE NIGHT KING: We have made the inevitable achievable. I promised you power when you joined, and our numbers have swelled from thirteen ragtag misfits to an army of 28 million. We are the greatest army this world has ever known, and we have won.

THE NIGHT KING uncorks a bottle of champagne.

THE NIGHT KING: My lieutenants and generals, we've won.

LIEUTENANTS and GENERALS cheer.

THE NIGHT KING: Tonight we're going to fuck like there's no tomorrow. Let the orgy begin.

JULIA enters on stage, innocent, the child turned eighteen but will forever be a child to her Uncle Night.

JULIA sings, and at the same time, DRUMS BEAT.

DRUMS are the sound of dragon wings racing through the air. VISERION, TYRION, SANSA, and orchestra land on the beach of King's Landing/Dragons' Landing.

TYRION: My former wife, our marriage was bourne of sadness. It seems cruel to ask this of you, but

SANSA: I must play the cello.

SANSA embraces her cello, and plays.

THEN, THE DRUMBEATS OF DROGONDRAGONWOLFUNSULLIED.

DAENERYS: Our enemies must burn.

DROGONDRAGONWOLFUNSULLIED: Our enemies must burn.

This becomes a montage of cello, drums, electric guitar, when the drumbeats grow deafening.

DRGONDRAONWOLFUNSULLIED: Our enemies burn!

DROGONDRAGONWOLFUNSULLIED exhales, and for a moment, it's silent as a bomb arches through the night air and lands, exploding like nuclear fission with mushroom cloud evaporating everything in its existence.

CUTTO: The moment of horror in TYRION and THE NIGHT KING, a few seconds before impact, when time slows to a crawl, and everything feels like it could last forever – it was in this moment, the bomb exploded, THE NIGHT KING jumped behind the IRON THRONE, and reached in vain as he saw JULIA clutch herself before evaporating into nuclear fission.

THE NIGHT KING ARMY dissipated in a flash of an instant. EVERYTHING fades into white.

NARRATOR: I lied to you. This isn't a story about good versus evil. This isn't a story about power. This is a story about life and death, and this isn't the last episode. Tune in next week for the final.