CREDIT SEQUENCE

The landscape below is a map of Westeros. KING’S LANDING with it’s Red Keep and massive walled city sit first.

We fly to DRAGONSTONE: a cliff of obsidian with its steep steps and jagged walls on all sides, waves crashing.

Flying over THE BITE, we hover over the DREADFORT and MOAT CAILIN, Flayed-Man banners of House Bolton cover the fortress.

Just north, we circle around a smoking WINTERFELL whose iconic Weirwood tree is pallid with few leaves to sprout.

Now we fly away towards THE WALL, the 800-foot-high barrier of ice that guards the northern edge of the Seven Kingdoms, requiring a series of lifts to reach it’s summit.

Gaining altitude and zooming out, we make a sharp left turn to the coast where the seat of the Iron Islands, PYKE, connects it’s Ten Towers by swinging rope bridges over cragged rocks and whirling currents below.

With haste, we fly further over the NARROW SEA to the circular city of QARTH. Following the path of the ships coming into the strait...

... sailing up to SLAVER’S BAY is MEEREEN, where the monument of the Harpy perches atop the Great Pyramid.

Lastly, high and fast, the golden SUN basks it’s glow over the kingdom of DORNE, with a coiled red viper around it’s central spire; but this time, it’s head is crushed with blood dripping into the WATER GARDENS of SUNSPEAR.

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(CONTINUED) 2. CONTINUED:

ACT ONE

EXT. SUNSPEAR - HEAT OF THE DAY

The mighty TOWER OF THE SUN - with its dome of gold and leaded glass. Surrounding its terrace are rows upon rows of BLOOD ORANGE TREES.

This is the center of the capital of Dorne. Citizens are screaming - we hear nothing but SILENCE.

CLOSE ON a plump blood orange, well past ripe, teetering on it’s branch, waving in the hot wind.

SNAP!- and it starts to fall...

The faint chant of an angry city grows.

The blood orange is falling...

The SQUEAK SQUEAK of a empty wooden rolling chair pierces through the muffled chant as it enters the terrace, looking over the crowd from the domed throne room.

The blood orange is falling...

CUT TO (40s), paramour of the now dead Prince Oberyn Martell, frantically pacing in her quarters, eyes bloodshot, make-up smeared from long nights of crying, hair a knotted mess.

The blood orange is falling...

The chants grow louder, now intelligible.

ANGRY DORNISH CITIZENS TO THE SPEARS! TO THE SPEARS!

The blood orange is falling...

A caravan is carried through the streets, surrounded by guards, is the focus of all the angry citizens.

The blood orange is falling...

The chants of the city are deafening.

ANGRY DORNISH CITIZENS TO THE SPEARS! VENGEANCE FOR THE VIPER! TO THE SPEARS!

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The blood orange SPLATS on the marble, innards spew and fly-

-CUT TO blood curdling screams as Ellaria terrorizes her room and collapses to the floor in agony. A flash of Oberyn’s head being crushed, Ellaria screaming both at the trial and more here in her room.

DORNISH SMALLFOLK TO THE SPEARS!

Inside the caravan sits DORAN MARTELL (52), Lord of Sunspear and Prince of Dorne, a slave to his gout-filled legs, unseen behind his robes. Every small pebble in the road shoots searing pain into Doran’s joints.

The crowd grows thicker by the minute, taking all the might of AREO HOTAH (40s), the captain of Doran’s guards, and his men to make a path.

AREO Make way for Prince Doran!

Areo’s voice boomed as he thumped the butt of his longaxe on the bricks.

AREO (CONT'D) Make way for the Prince of Dorne!

DORNISH WOMAN Our prince is dead!

MAN ON BALCONY TO THE SPEARS!

NOBLE COUNCILMEN DORAN! TO THE SPEARS!

Areo dazed but looking for all the speakers, as the crowd resists stronger.

The crowd starts the chant again.

DORNISH CITIZENS TO THE SPEARS! VENGEANCE FOR THE VIPER!

By the time the caravan reaches the last gate before the palace, the crowd starts throwing things:

- a ragged boy darts past the spearmen with a half-rotten pomegranate in one hand. Before he throws, Areo scares him off.

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- others on the street and balconies let fly lemons, limes, oranges, crying, ‘War! War! To the Spears!’

- one of Doran’s guards takes a whole lemon to the eye and fell over, screaming.

- Areo’s boot gets plastered by a well-placed orange.

No response from Doran, as the caravan makes it under the overhang, past the blood orange trees and the fallen orange, when the portcullis comes rattling down behind them. The sounds of shouting are now almost not audible.

Areo places the prince in his SQUEAKY rolling chair, and the party slips into a hallway.

INT . HALLWAY - SUNSET

After a quick moment of silence and breathing, the Prince’s royal council rush to his aid, with two score of the Dornish knights in flowing linen of a hundred hues.

MYRCELLA BARATHEON (14), daughter of , with her really long flowing golden locks of curls, stands innocently with her septa and SER ARYS OAKHEART (30s), of the Kingsguard , sweltering and uncomfortable in his white-enameled scales.

They start to roll his SQUEAKY chair, bring some water and wine, lift his legs, fix his robes, move him to the chair, pamper him in every way possible. All grow silent immediately when the PRINCESS arrives.

PRINCESS ARIANNE MARTELL (30s) glides effortlessly on the smooth, polished floor in snakeskin sandals laced high her thighs. Her hair a mane of jet-black ringlets that fall to the small of her back. Around her brow is a band of copper suns.

Areo’s jaw drops at the sight of Princess Arianne, standing only five foot two, but all woman underneath her purple silk outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination; lush, roundly curved, and firm.

Myrcella idolizes Arianne’s beauty even more, taking on her posture and gait.

Ser Arys and Arianne make eye contact, hold it for a bit, and Arianne winks her satisfaction to Ser Arys.

Areo notices the exchange, and is quickly angered.

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Bejeweled from neck to waist, Arianne maintains composure but hurries to her father.

ARIANNE Father... Sunspear rejoices at your return.

Doran eyes her like you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

DORAN (dripping sarcasm) Yes, I heard the joy.

Regardless, the prince smiled wanly and cupped his daughter’s cheek with reddened, swollen hands.

DORAN (CONT'D) (sincere) You look well.

ARIANNE I have commanded the cooks to prepare a feast for this evening, with all your favorite dishes.

DORAN I fear I could not do them justice.

Doran suddenly stops, looking around the inner courtyard.

DORAN (CONT'D) I do not see my nieces.

ARIANNE They beg a private word. I will send them to the throne room when you are ready.

DORAN (sighing loudly) Very well. Captain? The sooner I am done with this, the sooner I may rest.

Hotah strode him up the many long, stone steps into the Tower of the Sun, to the GREAT ROTUNDA beneath the dome, where the last light of the afternoon sun was slanting down.

CUT TO: 6.

INT . THRONE ROOM - SUNSET

Through the STAINED-GLASS WINDOWS, the pale marble floor became diamonds of half a hundred colors.

DORAN Captain, help me to the high seat.

The are two seats on the dais, near twin to one another, save that one had the MARTELL SPEAR inlaid in gold upon its back, whilst the other bore the blazing RHOYNISH SUN.

The captain placed the prince beneath the spear and stepped away, while MAESTER CALEOTTE (50s), a short balding man, stands by fidgeting in his grey robes and chains as he does.

Breaking the silence, a DRUMBEAT OF BOOTS coming from the hallway outside. Areo’s eyes widen; he knows those steps.

AREO (mumbles) ... Shit.

Long-legged strides, hasty, angry. Horse blood on the spurs of riding boots. The pace quickens.

OBARA SAND (32), the eldest Sand Snake, (bastard children of Oberyn), big-boned, close-set eyes, and rat-brown hair of the Oldtown whore who’d birthed her.

Beneath a mottled sandsilk cloak of dun and gold, her riding clothes are old brown leather, worn and supple, the only soft things about her.

On her hip she wears a COILED WHIP, across her back a ROUND SHIELD of steel and copper.

Close behind, her sister NYMERIA SAND (25). The speed of her stride lifts and furls her cape, making her look as if she might take flight.

Lady Nym is slender as a willow with straight, black hair, worn in a long braid, bound by red-gold wire. With her high cheekbones, full lips, and milk-pale skin, she had all the beauty that her elder sister Obara lacked.

Finally, behind Nymeria, the third sister, TYENE SAND (late teens), frail and innocent as a child, save the seductive pale blue, see-through gown that clings to every naked curve underneath.

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Unlike her furious sisters, she is working on a piece of embroidery with a needle and thread. She seems to pay no mind to the other two, but is struggling to keep up at their pace.

The three approach the triple archway of the terrace and Areo Hotah comes storming across the throne room to swing his longaxe sideways to block the way, a shaft of mountain ash six-feet-long, with no way to get around.

AREO (CONT'D) My ladies, no farther.

His voice was a bass grumble thick with the accents of Norvos.

AREO (CONT'D) The prince does not wish to be disturbed.

Obara’s face had been stone before; now it’s hardened.

OBARA Does he know that our father is dead?

AREO He does. He had a bird.

NYMERIA (mockingly) Oh... a raven in the night. Great.

Obara clasps her whip, hard enough to dent the leather.

OBARA (CONT'D) Thousands crossed the sands afoot to climb the Boneway, to help Ellaria bring my father home. The septs are packed to bursting, and the red priests have lit their temple fires. In the pillow houses women are coupling with every man who comes to them, and refusing any coin. Everywhere... EVERYWHERE... women tear their hair and men cry out in rage. The same question is heard on every tongue - what will Doran do? WHAT WILL HIS BROTHER DO TO AVENGE OUR MURDERED PRINCE?!

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A tear-filled rage brings Obara inches from Areo’s face. She gathers her composure...

OBARA (CONT'D) (with venom) ... and you say, “he does not wish to be disturbed...”

Areo remains stoic.

AREO ... He does not wish to be disturbed.

Areo reaches to full height.

NYMERIA Hotah, you will remove yourself from our path, else I shall take that longaxe and-

DORAN -Captain. Let them pass. I will speak with them now.

The prince’s voice was hoarse, dry from days without talking.

Areo Hotah jerks his longaxe upright and steps to one side, never breaking eye contact with Obara. Obara gives him a lingering last look and haughtily strides past, her sisters in tow.

Obara and Nymeria kneel down in front of the raised dais, while Tyene curtsies low.

The three then stand, Obara shaking with anger, Nymeria more in control, Tyene continuing to embroider.

OBARA My father has been murdered-

Doran jerks his head to Obara with authority.

DORAN -He was slain in single combat during a trial by battle. By law, that is no murder.

OBARA He was your brother-

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-Nymeria slams her hand into Obara’s chestplate and eyes her down.

NYMERIA ... How was your ride to Sunspear uncle?

DORAN Gout and grief make poor companions on the road.

NYMERIA The gout I cannot help. But my father had no use for grief. Vengeance was more his taste. Is it true that admitted slaying Elia and her children?

DORAN He roared out his guilt for all the court to hear. Lord Tywin has promised us his head.

OBARA (furious) And who will deliver us Lord Tywin’s head? The Mountain has always just been his pet.

After calming her sister again, Nymeria steps forward

NYMERIA A Lannister always pays his debts. Yet, it seems to me that Lord Tywin means to pay us with our own coin. I had a bird from our sweet Ser Daemon, who swears my father tickled that monster with poison more than once as they fought. If so, Ser Gregor is as good as dead, and no thanks to .

Doran grimaces at this revelation. Tyene takes notice of her uncle’s pain.

TYENE Does it hurt so much? Is there aught that I might do to ease your pain?

But Doran doesn’t fall for it.

(CONTINUED) 10. CONTINUED: (4)

DORAN You can say what you would and let me rest. I am weary, Tyene.

The three girls line side-by-side. They nod at each other, and Obara steps up first.

OBARA What do you mean to do about his death?

Doran laboriously shifts his weight in the chair, the weight of his robes adding silent pain.

DORAN I have written to Lord Tywin-

OBARA -Written? If you were half the man my father was-

DORAN -I am not your father.

OBARA (contempt) Heh. That I knew.

After much contemplation...

DORAN You would have me go to war.

OBARA (reassuringly) I know better. You need not even leave your chair. Let me avenge my father. You have a host in the Prince’s Pass. Lord Yronwood has another in the Boneway. Grant me the one and Nym the other. Let her ride the kingsroad whilst I turn the marcher lords out of their castles and hook round to march on Oldtown.

Nymeria laughs raucously.

NYMERIA Yes, she wants to set the torch to Oldtown. She hates that city as much as our little sister loves it.

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Tyene smiles seductively, then continues to embroider.

DORAN And how, Obara, could you hope to hold Oldtown?

OBARA It will be enough to sack it. The wealth of Hightower-

DORAN -It is gold you want?

OBARA IT IS BLOOD I WANT!

Everyone in the throne is shocked at her outburst, but before Nymeria can calm her again, Obara nods her head and backs up.

Doran looks over to Nymeria.

DORAN And you?

Nymeria surrepitiously glances over her shoulder, and leans closer with a lowered head and a cocky grin.

NYMERIA I was abed with the Fowler twins when the word reached me. You know the Fowler words? Let Me Soar! That is all I ask of you. Let me soar, Uncle. I need no mighty host, only one sweet sister.

DORAN (confused) Obara?

NYMERIA Tyene. Obara is too loud. Tyene is so sweet and gentle that no man will suspect her. Obara would make Oldtown our father’s funeral pyre, but I am not so greedy. Four lives will suffice for me. Lord Tywin’s golden twins, as payment for Elia’s children. The old lion for Elia herself. And last of all the little king, for my father.

(CONTINUED) 12. CONTINUED: (6)

DORAN The boy has never wronged us.

NYMERIA The boy is a bastard born of treason, incest, and adultery, if Lord Stannis can be believed.

Nymeria’s playful tone vanishes, and Areo Hotah starts to give her a spiteful stare, looking for where she keeps her hidden knives.

NYMERIA (CONT'D) Only royal blood can wash out my father’s murder.

DORAN (frustrated) Oberyn died during single combat, fighting in a matter that was none of his concern. I do not call that murder.

Nymeria straightens up taller, commanding authority.

NYMERIA Call it what you will. We sent them the finest man in Dorne, and they are sending back a bag of bones-

TYENE -OH!

Taken aback, everyone looks at Tyene and why she could be happy at a time like this.

Tyene unfolds the piece she’s been embroidering. It showed her late father, Prince Oberyn, mounted on a sand steed and armored all in fiery red, smiling.

TYENE I finished! Now, it is yours, to help you remember him.

DORAN I am not like to forget your father.

TYENE That is good to know. Many have wondered.

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DORAN Lord Tywin has promised us the Mountain’s head.

TYENE (sarcastically) He is so kind... but a headsman’s sword is no fit end for brave Ser Gregor. We have prayed so long for his death, it is only fair that he pray for it as well. I know the poison my father used, and there is none slower and more agonizing. Soon we may hear the Mountain screaming, even here in Sunspear.

Tyene is overjoyed with a grin from ear-to-ear to back it up.

Prince Doran sighs audibly, trying to remain calm.

TYENE (CONT'D) Uncle, Ser Gregor did murder our-

DORAN -oh for fuck’s sake! He did not murder anyone. How many times do I have to tell you stubborn girls - your father chose to butt in to someone else’s business. Your father chose to accept the offer of Lord Tyrion’s champion. And from what I hear, your fool for a father chose to brag and gloat and carry on, so focused on the revenge he couldn’t finish the job nor save his own life.

Seeing Doran lose it, Tyene is on the verge of tears. Nymeria leans in to comfort her, but Areo has to hold back Obara from charging the dais.

DORAN He went beyond anything I asked of him. ‘Take the measure of this boy king and his council, and make note of their strengths and weaknesses,’ I told him, on the terrace. We were eating oranges. ‘Find us friends, if there are any to be found. (MORE)

(CONTINUED) 14. CONTINUED: (8) DORAN (CONT'D) Learn what you can of Elia’s end, but see that you do not provoke Lord Tywin unduly,’ those were my words to him. Oberyn laughed, and said, ‘When have I provoked any man... unduly? You would do better to warn the Lannisters against provoking me.’ He wanted justice for Elia, but he would not wait-

Now it’s Nymeria’s turn.

NYMERIA -He waited ten-and-seven years! Were it you they’d killed, my father would have led his banners north before your corpse was cold. Were it you, the spears would be falling thick as rain upon the marches now.

Doran laughs.

DORAN I do not doubt it.

NYMERIA (venom) No more should you doubt this, My prince... my sisters and I shall NOT wait ten-and-seven years for our vengeance!

Nymeria spits on the ground and turns around to cry without anyone else seeing.

DORAN (comforting) Obara, Nymeria... remember your days in the pools. Innocent children, splashing with glee, playing your jousting games. Your father played the same games once, as I did before him. He was so fierce, even as a boy. Quick as a water snake. I oft saw him topple boys much bigger than himself. He reminded me of that the day he left for King’s Landing. He swore that he would do it one more time, else... I would never have let him go...

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The Sand Snakes amidst tears of nostalgia, share a rare laugh with their uncle.

OBARA Let him go? Ha! As if you could have stopped him. The Red Viper of Dorne went where he would.

DORAN He did.

Doran smiles in reverence, then continues to calm Obara.

DORAN (CONT'D) I wish I had some word of comfort to-

OBARA -We did not come to you for comfort, Uncle.

Doran pushes back in the chair, breathes, and continues when he is calm again.

DORAN (CONT'D) Now, Obara cries to me for war. Nym will be content with murder. Why don’t you tell me why you are really here Tyene. I am sure it’s not for a sewing lesson.

Tyene pulls herself together and flashes a quick smile for appearance’s sake.

TYENE War... though, not my sisters’ war. Dornishmen fight best at home, so I say let us hone our spears and wait. When the Lannisters and the Tyrells come down on us, we shall bleed them in the passes and bury them beneath the blowing sands, as we have a hundred times before.

DORAN (matter-of-factly) If they should come down on us.

Tyene starts to seductively walk up the dais.

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TYENE Oh, but they must, or see the realm riven once more, as it was before we wed the dragons. Father told me so. He said we had the Imp to thank, for sending us Princess Myrcella. She is so pretty, don’t you think?

Tyene starts to groom the imaginary princess, play imaginary dress up, imaginary caress her.

TYENE (CONT'D) I wish that I had curls like hers. She was made to be a queen, just like her mother.

Dimples bloomed red in Tyene’s cheeks, but she keeps going regardless, showing no shame with her own uncle.

TYENE (CONT'D) (haughtily) I would be honored to arrange the wedding, and to see to the making of the crowns as well. Trystane and Myrcella are so innocent. I thought perhaps... white gold... with emeralds, to match Myrcella’s eyes. Oh, diamonds and pearls would serve as well, so long as the children are wed and crowned. Then-

Tyene stamps her foot and turns around to the empty throne room making an announcement to the congregation that isn’t there.

TYENE (CONT'D) -We need only HAIL MYRCELLA! FIRST OF HER NAME, QUEEN OF THE ANDALS, the Rhoynar, AND THE FIRST MEN, LAWFUL HEIR TO THE SEVEN KINGDOMS OF WESTEROS!

Tyene nods her head and turns to her uncle, with the most devious smile.

TYENE ... and wait for the lions to come.

Doran, Caleotte and Areo eye each other in disbelief. Obara and Nymeria smile at such a great idea.

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DORAN (snort) The lawful heir?

TYENE (matter-of-factly) She is older than her brother. By law, the Iron Throne should pass to her.

DORAN (reassuring smile) By Dornish law.

TYENE When good King Daeron wed Princess Myriah and brought us into his kingdom, it was agreed that Dornish law would always rule in Dorne. And Myrcella is in Dorne, as it happens.

With another mischevious grin from Tyene, the light bulb flips on in Doran’s head.

DORAN So she is... let me think on this.

OBARA (cross) You think too much, Uncle.

DORAN Do I now?

NYMERIA Father said so.

DORAN Oberyn thought too little it seems.

TYENE Some men think because they are afraid to do.

DORAN There is a difference between fear and caution.

TYENE (mockingly) (MORE)

(CONTINUED) 18. CONTINUED: (12) TYENE (CONT'D) Oh, I must pray that I never see you frightened, Uncle. You might forget to breathe.

She raises her hand to his neck-

-The captain slams his longaxe into the marble floor with a echoing THUD.

AREO My lady, you presume. Step from the dais, if it please you.

Tyene eyes Areo for a moment, then slowly slithers up to her full height.

TYENE I meant no harm, Captain. I love my uncle, as I loved my father...

Tyene trails one hand curved beneath her ample breasts and the other hand travels up her revealing thigh, while the three men try not to notice.

TYENE (CONT'D) (serious) ... and as I know he loved my father.

Tyene drops to one knee before the prince.

TYENE (CONT'D) (overly innocent) I have said all I came to say, Uncle. Forgive me if I gave offense; my heart is broken all to pieces. Do I still have you love?

Doran rolls his eyes.

DORAN Always.

TYENE Give me your blessing, then, and we shall go.

Doran hesitates but sighs and places his hand on his niece’s head.

DORAN Be brave, children.

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TYENE Oh, how not? We are his daughters.

With a smile and a low curtsy, advertising serious cleavage, Tyene takes her leave. The other two Sand Snakes trail her behind, Nymeria bowing low in reverence, Obara, arms out wide, half bowing half scoffing.

Then they leave in the haste that brought them in.

Doran is in deep thought staring at Areo.

DORAN Maester, could I trouble you for some milk of the poppy? A thimble cup will suffice.

CALEOTTE (O.S.) The poppy. Yes, to be sure.

The maester obviously didn’t get the hint, so Doran has to stare him down now.

DORAN Now, I think.

Doran urges him gently and Caleotte scurries to the stairs.

The sun sets faster as Doran waits for the door to close at the top of the stairwell.

DORAN (treasonous whisper) Captain, how loyal are my guards.

Areo at a loss for words, bends closer.

AREO Loyal.

DORAN All of them? Or some?

AREO They are good men. Good Dornishmen. They will do as I command.

Areo slams his axe into the floor.

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AREO (CONT'D) (stern) I will bring the head of any man who would betray you.

DORAN I want no heads. I want obedience.

Areo stands to full height.

AREO You have it. How many men are needed?

DORAN I will leave that for you to decide. You may find it that a few good men will serve us better than a score. All that is important is this is done quickly and as quietly as possible, with no blood spilled.

AREO Quick and quiet and bloodless, aye. What is your command?

DORAN You will find these Sand Snakes, take them into custody, and confine them to the cells atop the Spear Tower.

Areo’s face crinkles in shock, his voice suddenly dry.

AREO ... All of them, my prince?

DORAN (venom) All of them...

Areo doesn’t break eye contact with Doran.

AREO It will be done.

Areo rushes off down the throne room, stops, and turns around to Doran.

(CONTINUED) 21. CONTINUED: (15)

AREO (CONT'D) When this is known in the streets, the common folk will howl.

DORAN All Dorne will howl. I only pray Lord Tywin hears them in King’s Landing, so he might know what a loyal friend he has in Sunspear.

FADE OUT:

END ACT ONE

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