TYRION escapes THE CRYPT. He isn't invisible, but is careful to sneak through WINTERFELL. Why isn't he invisible while trying to escape WINTERFELL? He's not sure whether he can cast infinite magic or he has to ration it, like how we don't always sprint every minute even though we technically can.
TYRION, voice over: Maybe I can only cast a few spells per day. I'm figuring this all out. I just don't want to rely on it until I've figured it all out.
TYRION reaches the main gate. It's guarded by MINIONS, and down the hill, the remainder of the more than two hundred thousand of THE NIGHT KING'S ARMY wait, including the former DOTHRAKI as his cavaliers.
TYRION, voice over: His army has grown. Fuck.
TYRION slowly retreats, when suddenly, hands grab him and gag his mouth.
DAVOS: It's me, Davos the Onion Knight. Keep quiet. I'll get us out.
TYRION nods.
Various cutscenes until DAVOS and TYRION escape WINTERFELL through the kitchen and a false wall, down the hill via a secret passage before exiting WINTERFELL. It's winter and gusts of wind blow snow over the field, obscuring like a mist.
DAVOS, whispering: Where to?
TYRION: Beyond the wall or the Vale.
DAVOS: Beyond the wall or the Vale? You mean you haven't figured it out? I thought you'd have figured it by now.
TYRION: I've been a little preoccupied. All I know is, we have to escape Winterfell and the Night King's Army. If we head north, we have the cover of forest before heading east. It's our safest way out.
A few cutscenes of TYRION and DAVOS walking across the snowfield to escape via the forest when:
SANDOR CLEGANE enters as the undead. TYRION and DAVOS are exposed upon the snowfield when UNDEAD SANDOR ambles onstage. TYRION and DAVOS stop, when TYRION holds DAVOS' hand and they both are surrounded by blue light and disappear, as if invisible.
[GAME OF THRONES music.]
The audience sees FOREST ahead. The audience hears two men breathing heavily, running to the forest. When they're both safe and hidden in the forest:
DAVOS: We could have literally died.
TYRION: Now you know how I feel.
DAVOS: What's this thing about either escaping north of the wall or to the Vale?
TYRION: Since the Night King has taken his entire army south, the safest place to shelter is north of the wall. That's one option: hunt and fish to survive the winter. The other option is to meet Daenerys and Jon at the Vale. No army in Westerosi history has conquered the Vale. Hopefully history repeats itself with the Night King.
DAVOS: Heading north is fleeing. That's the cowardly way out.
TYRION: Except if you have children. My brother Jaimie Lannister and Ser Bronn of the Blackwater are north protecting children. There's nothing cowardly about protecting children.
DAVOS: Raising them up, more like it. Everyone died at Winterfell. These children are orphans.
TYRION: Their parents have been turned to the undead. Did you see how much larger the Night King's Army has grown?
DAVOS: Aye.
TYRION: We failed to defend Winterfell.
DAVOS: Could we have done anything differently?
TYRION: I didn't know the Night King had that wickedly accurate spear. Or that he could incarnate magical snowstorms that rain death from above. We had dragons. I don't know what we could have done differently with our dragons. Is Viserion still flying?
DAVOS: I don't know.
TYRION: I saw that moment when the Night King's spear sliced through Rhaegal. The weapon was aimed and timed to impale Drogon, but at the last moment, Rhaegal flew in to intercept. Rhaegal sacrificed himself for his mother and brother. That is an honour we must never forget. May Rhaegal's soul rest in peace.
DAVOS: May his soul rest in peace.
TYRION: How did you survive the battle?
DAVOS: When we knew the battle was lost, when the wall was breached, Sansa asked me to gather what forces remained inside to make one last stand at the Great Hall. I went around the castle to send the news, and along the way, I got lost.
TYRION: On purpose or by accident?
DAVOS: A bit of both.
TYRION: Either way, you found the secret passage out of the castle. Without you, I would have still been trapped.
DAVOS: How did you survive the battle?
TYRION: When I knew the battle was lost, I knew I had to hide. Daenerys and I had talked about Plan B, to retreat to the Vale and strategize for the next move. I knew I had to meet Daenerys in the Vale, but really, I was just shit scared. I didn't want to die. So I hid myself in the Crypt. I took the cowardly way out, and because of it, I'm still alive.
DAVOS: We did what we had to do. We are at war.
TYRION: I met the Night King. He's fucking scary.
Suddenly, TYRION trembles and is surrounded by blue light.
DAVOS: Your magic.
TYRION: My magic has made me more aware of my feelings.
DAVOS: Men aren't usually aware of their feelings.
TYRION: We aren't. If we're happy, we only feel hungry or horny. I don't think men's emotions get more complicated than that.
DAVOS: Don't forget sleepy. Or drunk.
TYRION: If I'm going to get better at my magic, I'll need to feel my emotions besides hungry, horny or sleepy.
DAVOS: I'm glad we are united, dear friend. Wherever you go, I follow.
TYRION: We're in this together.
DAVOS: Aye.
TYRION sees blue tracks in the snow.
TYRION: These are direwolf tracks.
TYRION and DAVOS have been trekking through the forest. Through TYRION's magic, the audience sees direwolf tracks in the snow. It is a full moon. The blue light leads them through the forest's trails.
DAVOS: What do you feel?
TYRION: Hope. Ghost is alive.
CUTTO: Full moon but at WINTERFELL. THE NIGHT KING and JULIA are in ROB STARK's former bedroom except covered in ice like the first frost in winter.
JULIA, lying in bed: We don't sleep, do we?
THE NIGHT KING: No, but we dream.
JULIA: What kinds of dreams?
THE NIGHT KING: What dreams we want. Last night, I dreamed I was the earth building mountains. Tonight, let's see. Maybe I'll dream of volcanoes erupting deep in the ocean. I've been on a geology binge lately.
JULIA: I never knew I could chose my dreams.
THE NIGHT KING: You can. This is only the beginning of what life is like as a lieutenant in my army.
JULIA, smiling: I would love to dream about my last birthday.
THE NIGHT KING: You can dream about all the joys you've had, but there's a catch. For every happy dream, you'll have a sad dream. You can't have one without the other.
JULIA: I don't know if I want to feel sadness.
THE NIGHT KING: For many centuries, I relived my past as happiness paid for by sad dreams. Through this I learned wisdom. But you're only seven, and some dreams should only be dreamt when you're a little older. If you just choose to dream about a topic, you don't need a sad dream as payment. That's why I'm on a geology binge lately.
JULIA: I don't know what I want to dream of, Uncle Night.
THE NIGHT KING, stroking JULIA'S forehead: Plants, clouds, or the waves of the ocean?
JULIA, smiling: Clouds.
THE NIGHT KING: Tonight, you'll dream of billowy clouds on a sunny day to thick grey clouds during a thunderstorm to a blizzard in the depths of winter. Julia, do you think I'm evil?
JULIA: From what I see, you aren't good.
THE NIGHT KING: It depends on which time frame you use as a perspective.
JULIA: How so?
THE NIGHT KING: If your perspective is a few years, I am definitely not good. I'm an evil man, and I confess that crime. But if your perspective is thousands or millions of years, I am good. Restoring balance is good for the billowy clouds.
JULIA: Balance?
THE NIGHT KING: That is the nature of the natural world. Fall into winter, spring blossoms to the summer. Fall, winter, spring, summer. Fall, winter, spring, summer. For millions upon millions of years, this is the world in balance. Clouds move in predictable ways, but every now and then, the clouds don't.
JULIA: What happens when they don't?
THE NIGHT KING: An unnatural force tilts the balance, and clouds that once moved one way don't move anymore.
JULIA: Are clouds important?
THE NIGHT KING: They are. They turn desserts into lush paradise.
JULIA: So tonight I'll dream and learn about clouds?
THE NIGHT KING: Yes, my clever little girl.
JULIA: Wonderful. I love you Uncle Night.
THE NIGHT KING I love you too, Julia.
THE NIGHT KING kisses JULIA in the forehead, then leaves the BEDROOM. VIOLET and BALLERINA are waiting outside.
BALLERINA: The castle is secured and we have patrols in the surrounding lands.
THE NIGHT KING: The turning?
BALLERINA: All the men and women still alive, they've been gathered in the great hall and lower courtyard. We didn't think it was worth the effort to climb up the hill for everyone.
THE NIGHT KING: Agreed. Sansa?
VIOLET: In her room, my king.
THE NIGHT KING: Bring her to the great hall.
VIOLET: Yes, my king.
VIOLET exits.
BALLERINA: Is it safe for Lady Sansa to be escorted by Violet?
THE NIGHT KING: I don't know but I'm curious to see what develops. A little chaos to make things interesting. The little soul?
BALLERINA: Escaped.
THE NIGHT KING: We have bigger concerns now.
CAMERA pans out to WINTERFELL GREAT HALL where all 12 Generals and various Lieutenants are amassed.
1ST GENERAL: We're ready, my brother.
THE NIGHT KING nods.
CUTTO: VIOLET at SANSA's door.
VIOLET: Lady Sansa of Winterfell, are you ready?
SANSA: The door is unlocked. Please come in, I need your help with my dress.
VIOLET opens the door and enters SANSA's bedroom. SANSA is in front of the mirror, holding the front of her dress with both arms, and naked back exposed.
SANSA: I need your help to button up this dress. These dresses weren't designed for an independent woman.
VIOLET, buttoning up the dress: Or a poor woman. You probably had servants attend to all your needs.
SANSA: It was part of being Ned Stark's eldest daughter.
SANSA turns around, and reveals her stunning blue dress with jewel accents, catching the moonlight in radiance.
VIOLET: You're beautiful.
SANSA: So are you.
VIOLET: I have to be.
SANSA: Why?
VIOLET: I'll tell you later. But for now, you're ready?
SANSA, smiling: Yes, ready. I've never been to an undead ball before.
VIOLET: The Night King has been planning this since we began our journey south. Winterfell is the first castle the Night King has conquered and this victory deserves celebration. Tonight will be the greatest party the world has ever witnessed.
SANSA: The undead celebrate?
VIOLET: We do. There's nothing else like an undead clubbing experience.
SANSA: I thought it was a ball. I'm overdressed for going out to the club.
VOILET: Shit. I forgot about that with you not undead. You need a coat and good shoes. Don't forget your scarf and toque.
SANSA returns in an outfit like she were going clubbing but muted by Westeros fashion. It's silent as they emerge to the GREAT HALL, but one wall is damaged and exposed to the winter winds. VIOLET, as a Lieutenant of the Night King Army, is scantily clad but with pale purple skin creamy like ivory. The GREAT HALL is decorated in ice and blue lights create an intricate circle, like the circle seen in SEASON 1 or 2 of the home of the Night King. The light flares from below to form obelisks of eerie blue light columns where 12 GENERALS stand. They are all male, sons of Crastor but instead of undead old men, imagine muscular dark haired men with blue eyes, some bearded.
VIOLET: Do you hear the music?
SANSA: No.
THE NIGHT KING emerges. He wears a leather jacket and his muscular hairless chest is exposed. SANSA never realized how muscular THE NIGHT KING was, but as the leader of the Undead, he's strong. 3RD GENERAL is bigger and stronger, but THE NIGHT KING has the aura of a leader: he's not only strong and agile,but wise. THE NIGHT KING is a leader who earned the fellowship of the men he leads.
THE NIGHT KING: Welcome Lady Sansa. Do you hear the music?
SANSA: No.
THE NIGHT KING: The music is magical. We undead hear it, but not the minions. The last thing the world needs is hundreds of thousands of mindless minions dancing. To be honest, you're the first living person to experience one of our parties. I never thought you couldn't hear the music.
SANSA: I wish I could hear the music.
VIOLET: I have an idea.
VIOLET holds SANSA and looks into SANSA. SANSA looks back, entranced. For a brief moment, they simply stare into each other, each mesmerized by how beautiful the other person is.
VIOLET, whispering: If you kiss me, you'll hear the music.
SANSA doesn't wait a moment to kiss VIOLET on the cheek. Suddenly, audience hears the four note melody of an electric guitar, like the intro Led Zepplin's to Stairway to Heaven.
THE NIGHT KING: Let me introduce you to my generals.
THE NIGHT KING: This is 1st General, and my brother. He is Master of Arms.
1ST GENERAL: My brother.
They hug.
1ST GENERAL: Your aim with that ice spear is fucking amazing. Also what you did with the hailstorm, fuck. I didn't know your magic could do that.
THE NIGHT KING, whispering in his brother's ear: Neither did I.
THE NIGHT KING to the other generals: My magic grows more powerful as we march south.
1ST GENERAL to SANSA: Welcome Lady Sansa. I hope you will enjoy yourself tonight.
SANSA smiles.
THE NIGHT KING: This is 2nd General. He commands the weak.
2ND GENERAL: But I'm anything but weak. Pleasure to meet you. Violet, good evening to you as well.
VIOLET: Good evening.
2ND GENERAL: That was quite a kiss.
VIOLET, making a disgusted face like she's telling 2ND GENERAL to hush up and stop it.
2ND GENERAL: Nevermind. If you need anything, especially drugs, come to me.
THE NIGHT KING: Here, all sexuality is open and we don't frown upon drug use.
2ND GENERAL: Our drugs will take you to the other side and back.
3RD GENERAL: Not everyone wants drugs or needs it to have a good time. I'm 3rd General. I command the strong minions.
SANSA: I bet everyone is amazed at how big you are.
3RD GENERAL: Most are.
THE NIGHT KING: My Fourth General commands the regiment of killers and murderers.
4TH GENERAL has blue eyes but without pupils so they look bigger and deeper than the others. As opposed to 3rd or 2nd General, 4TH GENERAL is lanky and his eye sockets looked caved in like he is addicted to a habit and hasn't eaten in days.
4TH GENERAL: Lady Sansa, enchanted to meet you.
SANSA, offering her hand: Thank you.
THE NIGHT KING: For your own good, never be in a room alone with Fourth General.
4TH GENERAL: My king speaks truly. Mental illness lurks within the minds of murderers, and at moments, too many voices whisper into my thoughts and their commands grow too loud.
5TH GENERAL: He tried to kill me once. I'm Fifth General, the game warden.
4TH GENERAL: I can't seem to apologize enough. Fifth never fails to remind everyone, yes, I tried to murder Fifth during a bad session, but it hasn't happened again.
5TH GENERAL: Bobo saved me.
THE NIGHT KING: Bobo is Fifth's pet bear. I'll introduce you to the rest: Sixth commands the scouts, Seventh is military police, Eighth commands the minions too afraid to move, Ninth is our medic and surgeon, Tenth researches new weapons, Eleventh is our record keeper, and Twelfth is the musician. What would you like to drink?
SANSA: What do the undead drink?
THE NIGHT KING: Whatever we can get our hands on. Winterfell was stocked with ale. 2nd may have brought spirits we brewed ourselves, but that's unholy booze and makes us blind. I don't know what it'll do to you, the living.
SANSA: Ale, please.
They grab ale.
SANSA: What do the undead say to toast?
THE NIGHT KING, smiling: We usually tell each other to fuck off, but today, let's just say cheers!
SANSA: Cheers!
THE NIGHT KING: Do you have everything you need in your chamber?
SANSA: I need food and I need to empty my chamber pot. I'd do it myself but Violet told me to stay in my room.
THE NIGHT KING pulls off a lock of his hair and hands it to SANSA.
THE NIGHT KING: With this, my minions will leave you unharmed. This is a privilege I do not bestow to many, and it is a privilege I can revoke at anytime.
SANSA: Thank you, my – apologies, but I cannot call you my king.
THE NIGHT KING: I don't expect the living to call me their king, but I do expect respect.
SANSA: May I call you your grace? It is a term reserved for the king or queen.
THE NIGHT KING: Your grace is so lovely and charming, so full of fluff, and for that, I despise it.
SANSA: May I call you your anti-grace?
THE NIGHT KING: I have something better. Call me Anti-King.
SANSA: Thank you, my Anti-King. May I ask, what happened to my family?
THE NIGHT KING: I executed Bran, but he wasn't Bran anymore. He was the Three-Eyed Raven, and in the magical world, assuming someone else's physical form is a crime equivalent to murder. Your brother Jon flew off in his dragon, and I'm certain he is somewhere with that woman planning a counter attack.
SANSA: Her name is Daenerys Stormborn.
THE NIGHT KING: Do you know where they flew off to?
SANSA, pausing: I'm not certain, your Anti-King.
THE NIGHT KING: You must know you cannot lie to me, Sansa. Death exposes all lies. When I ask again, I want the truth. I will ask you again, and you will tell me the truth. But not tonight. Tonight is a celebration.
SANSA: You're celebrating the conquest of Winterfell? You're celebrating the conquest of the north, and the genocide of my people?
THE NIGHT KING, stepping closer: Be careful with your words, Lady Sansa. We're at war and you are my prisoner. It is by my own mercy that you live.
SANSA: My apologies, your anti-king.
THE NIGHT KING, stepping closer: My anti-king.
SANSA: Apologies, my anti-king.
THE NIGHT KING, stepping closer: I smell damage on your soul.
SANSA: I may be damaged, but so do many others.
THE NIGHT KING: You have damage from three others, two men and one woman.
SANSA: My past is my past. It is mine to speak of, or if I chose silence, it is my silent choice.
THE NIGHT KING: Do not lie to me Sansa.
SANSA: Never, my anti-king.
THE NIGHT KING: Good.
ARYA enters the GREAT HALL, and SANSA sees her sister. SANSA is happy, and so is ARYA but ARYA's eyes turn blue for a brief moment as they run to hug each other.
THE NIGHT KING: Tonight, my generals and lieutenants celebrate. After the sacrifice, things turn intense. If you want to stay innocent, leave. If, on the other hand, you'd rather be taken to the dark side, stay. Enjoy the party, Lady Sansa of Winterfell.
THE NIGHT KING leaves and camera follows SANSA as she hugs ARYA.
SANSA: You're alive! I'm so happy to see you!
ARYA: You're safe, like he promised. I must tell you something.
SANSA: What is it?
ARYA: He hears and knows everything. It's not like in King's Landing with Cersei. He hears and knows everything.
SANSA: You're scaring me, little sister.
ARYA: We have lost Winterfell but he promised me he would leave you unharmed if I do something for him.
SANSA: What did you agree to do?
ARYA: He's inevitable. You must know that.
SANSA: What did you agree to?
ARYA: I chose the graceful option. I agreed to help him advance south.
SANSA: How could you?
ARYA: You will understand. In time, you'll understand. Death is inevitable, but whether we chose grace, that's our choice. I chose the graceful option. Did you see how his army has grown?
SANSA: No.
ARYA: But you saw how easily he won with his minions?
SANSA: I remember how bravely the Northerners fought but how brutal and relentless the undead were.
ARYA: I saw the faces of many Northerners just before they died, horrified, exhausted, all hope drained away. I don't wish that for anyone. This is why I chose the graceful option. Sansa, stay alive, for me. Please. I don't know what the future will bring, but please, stay alive for your little sister.
SANSA, pointing at the metallic blue throbbing tumor on ARYA's neck: What happened? It's bleeding.
ARYA: I know. Don't touch it.
VIOLET sits beside SANSA.
VIOLET: The Turning will happen soon.
SANSA: What's the Turning?
VIOLET: Those on the the brink of death will be given a choice: join as a lieutenant or die mindless as a minion. Many of these are lucky survivors whereas some others are alive because our king sensed their souls and wished them to remain alive. Lieutenants are tasked with saving these souls.
GREAT HALL doors open, and a procession of two men and one woman carried by magical smoke and ice crystals that stream like a river, while escorted on either side by a dozen lieutenants of THE NIGHT KING'S ARMY. The injured are sweaty, exhausted, and bleeding, but the lieutenants stride untouched by fatigue, skin the shade of blue like a frozen lake when the sun hits it just right. The audience recognizes these men and one woman, or more aptly, young woman. NARU is a former hunter from a northern Wildling tribe, and salutes.
NARU: My king. There are more living down the hill, including the child.
THE NIGHT KING: Lieutenant Naru. Anything else to report?
NARU: The castle is secured but some escaped.
THE NIGHT KING: These weren't like the others. They fought back, but in the end, we're inevitable.
NARU: Death is inevitable, my king.
The audience recognizes the three men and one young lady: SER MORMONT, LADY MORMONT, SAM. [Editor's Note: the first two shouldn't be a surprise, but the last one, it means we've entered another timeline.]
THE NIGHT KING, to LADY MORMONT: You are alive by your own fierce determination but this cut on your abdomen will kill you. You will die, either slowly or quickly. It is your choice. If you choose the quick death, you continue as one of my lieutenants, an undead creature with a memory of your past. If you chose the slow and painful death, you continue as a mindless minion.
LADY MORMONT: Does my soul rest if I choose the natural death?
THE NIGHT KING: We are too late to discuss a rested soul. Your opponent was the army of the undead. Defeat by the army of the undead engenders consequences, and a rested soul is not an option in defeat. You have been defeated. Your options are a quick death or a slow death.
LADY MORMOMT: I have seen the undead. They are mindless. No body has a soul when mindless. I choose the slow, natural death. Even if you animate my body, my soul is mine and I take my soul to rest in heaven.
THE NIGHT KING looks disgusted, and motions for LADY MORMONT to be lead away.
THE NIGHT KING, to SER MORMONT: You are also alive by your own fierce determination, but I won't let you live. You vanquished the most of my undead. That is a feat I cannot trust as my enemy so you must die.
SER MORMONT: I don't get the choice to become lieutenant? What kind of justice is this?
THE NIGHT KING: Undead justice.
SER MORMONT: If I could do it again, I'd never have written that letter to King Robert. I listened to my brain, not my heart. If had listened to my heart, I'd have known that I loved her – if I...
THE NIGHT KING, looking disgusted, punches the former knight in the abdomen, and instantly turns into ice.
THE NIGHT KING: Shut the fuck up.
THE NIGHT KING, to SAM: You are alive because I wished it so.
SAM, crying: I saw how your minions murdered Gillie. She was a kind mother, and tried her best. You murdered her! You murdered the love of my life.
THE NIGHT KING: The child is still alive. He's in the Godswood. He is Crastor's son.
SAM, stops crying: He is.
THE NIGHT KING: His fate is to become the 13th General.
SAM: You'll turn him?
THE NIGHT KING: If he chooses. He is in the Godswood, and when I approach him, if he stops crying then I know he chooses to join my army.
SAM: And if he doesn't stop crying?
THE NIGHT KING: I let winter take the boy. We make our choices in life and you have an important choice to make. I saved you because you can aid 11th General in his work with documenting my victories as I advance south. 11th General writes in our language, but I want someone to document my victories in the Westerosi language.
SAM: But you speak Common.
THE NIGHT KING: We speak all languages, but speaking and writing are not the same thing. So Sam, you have the choice today: join my army as the historian. You keep your soul and memories, but your allegiance belongs to me. If you chose not to, I will kill you and you become a mindless minion.
SAM: If I become your historian, I can see Sam Jr grow up?
THE NIGHT KING: If he chooses, yes.
SAM: Does it hurt, the Turning?
THE NIGHT KING: Does this mean you choose to join?
SAM: Yes.
THE NIGHT KING grabs SAM's throat, and blue light emanates from THE NIGHT KING's hand. The audience witnesses SAM's skin turn from pink and peach to blue and purple. THE NIGHT KING then releases his grip.
SAM, clutching his neck, eyes now blue: That bloody hurt.
THE NIGHT KING: That will be the last time you feel pain, Sam, Lieutenant to the Night King's Army. Welcome to the world of the undead.
SAM: I hear music.
THE NIGHT KING: Exactly.
THE NIGHT KING nods for 11TH GENERAL to amble over. 11TH GENERAL has the same mannerisms as SAM, but skinnier.
11TH GENERAL: Hello. I'm 11th General and I'm glad you've chosen to join.
11TH GENERAL offers his hand to shake, and SAM looks perplexed for a moment before seeing the blue of his own hands. They shake hands.
SAM, smiling strangely, partly out of politeness but partly in wonder at the strangeness of it all: I'm Samwell Tarley, formerly a man of the Night's Watch. But I did technically die so that vow is no longer valid. That was how Jon got out of his vow. Anyway, I'm Samwell Tarley and nice to meet your acquaintance.
11TH GENERAL: We don't use last names. None of us have last names. You're just Sam.
SAM: I'm just Sam then.
11TH GENERAL: Good. I don't know about you, but I'm not the type to enjoy a party. I'd rather be reading a good book.
SAM: We have that in common.
11TH GENERAL: Can you help me with the library here?
SAM: Of course.
11TH GENERAL to THE NIGHT KING: My king, good night.
THE NIGHT KING: Goodnight, Eleventh. Goodnight, Sam.
SAM: Good night.
THE NIGHT KING: It's customary you call me your king.
SAM: My king. My apologies.
THE NIGHT KING: There is much for you to learn about life as an undead lieutenant.
SAM: I hear music that I never heard while alive.
THE NIGHT KING: There is more, but we'll talk tomorrow. Tomorrow, you will tell me what you know of the geography south of Winterfell and I will answer your questions about life as the undead.
SAM, bowing: My king, yes.
THE NIGHT KING: But you should ask Eleventh first. I don't like answering boring questions.
SAM bows again and exits with 11TH GENERAL.
THE NIGHT KING: Where is the large woman?
Silence in the hall until NARU bends the knee.
NARU: My king, she escaped.
THE NIGHT KING walks toward NARU aggressively.
THE NIGHT KING: Escaped? How?
NARU: I was securing Sam. I only saw the shattered remnants of the ice prison you had cast.
VIOLET, getting up from beside SANSA: I was on my way up the hill when I looked back. I saw a tall woman run with a chubby man.
THE NIGHT KING: I did not sense the chubby man. When there are many alive or recently alive, I sense them all as one. This chubby man must have hidden within a pile of recently alive to hide from me. No matter. I still have the large man. Where is he?
The courtyard is awkwardly silent.
VIOLET sits down beside SANSA.
SANSA, whispering: What's wrong?
VIOLET: He takes pleasure from turning or killing a large man. If the large man isn't here, it means one of his generals robbed the Night King of his pleasure. That is forbidden.
THE NIGHT KING: Where is he, my prey?
Silence.
THE NIGHT KING, screaming: My prey, where is he?
BALLERINA: I saw the large man turned by Fourth.
4TH GENERAL, stepping back: Lies, all lies my king!
SKULLBOY, another lieutenant: I was with Ballerina. I saw Fourth turn him.
4TH GENERAL: Lies, lies. My king, all lies.
THE NIGHT KING: When I made my way toward the Godswood, I called upon all my generals. All my generals arrived except you. Why were you absent when I took my revenge against the Three-Eyed Raven?
4TH GENERAL: I was delayed, my king. I beseech you, I experienced circumstances beyond my control.
THE NIGHT KING: Lies. I do not tolerate lies within my army.
4TH GENERAL: Misunderstandings, your grace.
THE NIGHT KING spits upon mention of 'your grace'.
THE NIGHT KING, stalking closer: I despise that word. Grace. Death is rarely graceful, and it is the man with privilege who dies with grace. Grace is privilege and that is why I despise the word.
4TH GENERAL: Not grace, not grace my king.
THE NIGHT KING, face to face: Fourth, I've despised you since the beginning. From when I held you as a baby in my arms, you cried and I despised your crying, blabbing mouth. But you were the fourth baby bestowed upon me, and I tolerated your crying, but I despised every moment your wails echoed through the house. You eventually grew up, stopped crying, yet you sulked like undead life was torture.
4TH GENERAL: I never asked for this.
THE NIGHT KING: I despise you Fourth, but tonight, you denied me pleasure, and for that, you make me angry.
VIOLET, whispering to SANSA: Denying the Night King pleasure is the greatest crime in our world.
THE NIGHT KING: Fourth, you must be punished.
4TH GENERAL bends on his knees, and exposes his neck as he partially bows.
4TH GENERAL: My king, please.
THE NIGHT KING: Fourth, you are one ugly fuck.
THE NIGHT KING rips 4TH GENERAL's head off his body, then throws the head through the destroyed wall and down the hill. 4TH GENERAL's headless body twiches left and right as if shocked, and the rest of the undead generals and lieutenants snicker and laugh as 4TH GENERAL runs down the hill to capture his head.
VIOLET, to SANSA: Fourth is not dead, obviously. His head will attach, so it's more like a haircut to us than actually ripping off our heads.
SANSA: So it's like he got a bad haircut.
VIOLET: Sort of.
The other generals and lieutenants continue to laugh while clapping their hands.
THE NIGHT KING: Let's get this party started!
Music erupts, and it's electrical guitar mixed with techno. 12TH GENERAL walks on stage and sings in the background.
THE NIGHT KING walks to SANSA and bows.
THE NIGHT KING: May I have this dance with you?
SANSA: Yes, my Anti-King.
THE NIGHT KING: How are you enjoying things?
SANSA: It's different. I can't say I'm not shocked. I mean, you turned my brother's friend but he's still the Sam I know. Yet, I wonder: why am I still alive?
THE NIGHT KING: I promised your sister that you'd be unharmed.
SANSA: Is that the only reason?
THE NIGHT KING: No, but if I tell you, you'd think differently of me.
SANSA: I can't imagine thinking of you differently. You're the victor. You can write history as you please.
THE NIGHT KING: I will tell you. You must know by now that I do not tolerate lies within my army. So I do not lie to you when I say this. I promised your sister you would be unharmed. My word is my deed. Any king who would do otherwise is no king.
SANSA: I knew a king who lied.
THE NIGHT KING: I feel him on your soul. I feel another man, and a woman.
SANSA: They're all dead now.
THE NIGHT KING: Did you take pleasure in their death?
SANSA: No. I wanted to, but I felt relief more than pleasure.
THE NIGHT KING: This is different for us. We feel pleasure when we kill.
SANSA: Is this all you want? To feel this pleasure as you advance south?
THE NIGHT KING: For some in my army, yes. They only want to feel power, and this I promised them. But I advance south for another reason, and in time, maybe I'd tell you, but for now, I want to fuck, and you're not my type.
SANSA: Fuck?
THE NIGHT KING: We're going to have an orgy between us generals and lieutenants. You can choose to remain, but if you do, you consent to whatever happens to you this evening.
SANSA: I don't know.
THE NIGHT KING: What do you think of Violet?
SANSA: She's beautiful, but I've never been with a woman before.
THE NIGHT KING: I found her in the forest but did she tell you exactly how?
SANSA: No.
THE NIGHT KING: She was walking into the river. It was just the beginning of winter and the river hadn't frozen yet. She was walking into the river with stones in her dress.
SANSA: She wanted to die. Suicide.
THE NIGHT KING: If she had died, I would only be able to turn her to a mindless minion. But she chose to walk away from the river, and she chose to join my army. If you ask her why, you'll understand why I march south.
THE NIGHT KING stops dancing.
THE NIGHT KING: If you'd excuse me.
SANSA: Because you're going to fuck.
THE NIGHT KING: Exactly.
SANSA sits down beside ARYA and VIOLET.
SANSA: The Night King is not what I expected.
ARYA: He's pretty cool. He's like the cool uncle I wished we had.
SANSA: Is it odd that I wonder who he'd take? Ballerina?
VIOLET: He's had Ballerina. He likes them new.
THE NIGHT KING walks down the hill. Other generals and lieutenants have begun to engage in pansexual sex, but THE NIGHT KING walks down the hill alone.
VIOLET: He's going to see if there's someone hotter down there. Maybe one of the men on horses.
SANSA and ARYA: He's gay?
VIOLET: Bisexual. But he's not going to fuck Lady Mormont.
ARYA: Too young?
VIOLET: If they're under 18, yes, too young.
They listen to the music for a few moments and the audience sees SANSA and ARYA'S faces react to the undead orgy, including moans from BALLERINA and 2ND and 3RD GENERAL.
ARYA: Well, I can't unsee that. I'm going to go. I have an early day ahead of me tomorrow. But before I go Sansa, I want to tell you something. Violet, could my sister and I have a moment alone?
VIOLET: Of course. I need another drink.
ARYA: Sansa, I love you, and you need to know, you will be safe. I can't tell you how I know, but I know you will be safe. Please, stay safe. Do you remember when we first left Winterfell?
SANSA: I was so naive.
ARYA: None of us are naive anymore.
SANSA, her eyes staring at VIOLET: None of us are naive anymore.
ARYA: Good night, my sister.
SANSA, hugging ARYA: Good night my sister. If you see Jon, tell him I love him.
ARYA nods, and they break the hug.
SANSA walks to VIOLET.
SANSA: I learned from the Night King that you attempted to kill yourself by drowning in the river.
VIOLET: I was. Death seemed so beautiful at that moment. Death seemed more beautiful than the life I was living. You know for us, talking about death is like talking about the weather.
SANSA: Except it's much more interesting than the weather.
VIOLET, tears in her eyes: Suicide seemed beautiful to me, at the time. Death seemed more beautiful than the sadness in my heart. So I went into the forest, and found a place where the river's currents grumbled strong. I waited by the bank all afternoon, crying and staring into the water as if it beckoned me. And then, when night descended, I walked in with hopes of never walking out.
SANSA: Why did you want to kill yourself?
VIOLET: I could tell you it was for a man, a man I loved, a man I had loved between my thighs. I could tell you this man died while hunting, belly gorged by antlers, and by losing his love I lost myself. The beauty of death meant peace, an escape from sadness. I walked into the river, the cold currents past my ankles, each step closer and closer to peace, the cold running past my thighs, freezing cold past my breasts, one step closer to escaping sadness, when suddenly, the Night King emerged and I stopped.
SANSA: His presence is overshadowing.
VIOLET: He knew what I was doing, and he knew why. He senses these things. He said to me, 'Death at sixteen is tragic. You can choose to die, but death is forever. There is no return from death, but from sadness, sometimes there's a way back.' I won't tell you more about how the Night King affected my life, that's between him and me, but I became his lieutenant and have never looked back.
SANSA: You love him.
VIOLET, smiling: Once I loved him. We all did. Not sexually, always, sometimes, or not at first, but we all loved him in one way or other.
SANSA: This Night King is not what I had pictured him from before. I didn't think undead men could be so –
VIOLET: Beefy? Muscular? Biceps so big I couldn't squeeze both my hands around them?
SANSA: Sturdy and composed. He's built like my dad. Well, my dad when he was younger.
VIOLET, shoving her elbow into SANSA: Your dad? Really? You're comparing the Night King to your dad?
SANSA: Only younger. He's built like my dad in his twenties.
VIOLET: You dad died tragically. I sense that in you.
SANSA: He did. [Flashback to NED STARK's execution scene, but the camera focuses on SANSA]
SANSA, crying: I don't know why I'm talking about death like this. Among royal court, we talk about pleasant things and keep truths to ourselves. And here I am, blabbing about my father executed by a boy's command. And now I'm crying about it like a stupid, stupid girl.
VIOLET: You're not stupid. Definitely not. I could tell you that I lost my parents too, but this isn't about me. You've been through much. Most people would need time to decompress, but the Night King marches faster than that. We don't have the luxury of waiting when in service to the Night King.
VIOLET approaches SANSA and grabs her by the waist.
VIOLET: You know what I mean?
SANSA, looking back intensely into VIOLET: I know but I've never done this before. I don't know if I'm ready for this. This is something completely different from what I had known.
VIOLET looks disappointed, then stares toward BALLERINA.
VIOLET, letting go: Well, maybe Ballerina wan-
SANSA then kisses VIOLET.
SANSA: That felt wonderful.
VIOLET: Kiss me again.
They kiss.
CUTTO: Down the hill from Winterfell to the hordes of MINIONS. Moonlight illuminates the path as a gentle snow descends. THE NIGHT KING walks down with 1ST GENERAL. They speak in their own language.
THE NIGHT KING: How goes our plan?
1ST GENERAL: I have harvested what we needed. When we march south, I am prepared.
THE NIGHT KING: Good.
1ST GENERAL: It was amazing, how you threw Ice Spear and shattered the castle walls. Or pierced a dragon with it.
THE NIGHT KING: How many do we have left?
1ST GENERAL: One ice spear left. I wish I was half as good throwing it as you.
THE NIGHT KING: You have other gifts.
1ST GENERAL: About that, Eleventh made something.
1ST GENERAL procures a pouch, then hands it to his brother.
THE NIGHT KING, opening the pouch: These look like stars.
1ST GENERAL: Like stars during a clear winter night.
THE NIGHT KING takes a star and throws it like a baseball. It lands against the 1st Wall of Winterfell, and bricks shatter.
THE NIGHT KING: Not as powerful as the ice spear, but instead of one left, I have a bag full of them.
1ST GENERAL: They were made from the souls of the northern warriors.
THE NIGHT KING and 1ST GENERAL emerge to the field with more than two hundred thousand minions standing in the winter wind, bodies billowing like spectral flags. The crowd parts like stage curtains when THE NIGHT KING and 1ST GENERAL walk through.
1ST GENERAL: Brother, why did you lie about Crastor's son being in the Godswood?
THE NIGHT KING: The Godswood is too peaceful. This child must know the true bitterness of winter before making his choice.
1ST GENERAL: Like his brothers.
THE NIGHT KING: Like his brothers. If he stops crying when I hold him, then he is worthy to join. If he doesn't, well, I'm not raising another finicky child. I won't repeat the mistake I made with Fourth.
CUTTO: FOREST.
1ST GENERAL: I admire how you raise so many from your own soul. I remember when I tried raising my own. The child's death splintered my soul.
THE NIGHT KING, smiling: I'm more of a mother than you, brother.
1ST GENERAL: I almost lost myself in my dreams, but you saved me brotherly mother.
THE NIGHT KING: You are family. Family is what matters.
THE NIGHT KING stops.
THE NIGHT KING, voice growing angry: The child should be here. I thought we had secured the area. Where is the child?
CUTTO: TYRION, holding SAM JR while riding on GHOST. Audience hears THE NIGHT KING rage from a distance.
TYRION: Faster buddy.
GHOST runs.
