一条BGM，PART Ⅱ后时间无效

PART I

00：00 — THE CAGES

LANNISTER SOLDIER： Water for the prisoners, boy!  

ARYA： （under her breath） When the snows fall and the white winds blow... the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. （She looks toward the cages.）  

ARYA： That's not how it happened. I lived. Alone. And the pack was caught. Skinned.

00：55 — FOOTSTEPS STOP

（Arya approaches a cage. A prisoner reaches through the bars.）  

ARYA： Water.

01：02 — IRON CHAINS  

JAQEN： （quietly） A little more would be welcome. A man in chains grows thirsty.  

ARYA： （watchful） What's your name?  

JAQEN： Jaqen H'ghar. From Lorath. A long way from home. （A faint smile.） Had this one known what waited here, he might have stayed there.  

ARYA： Jaqen H'ghar.  

JAQEN： A man needs a name. What is yours?  

ARYA： I—  

JAQEN： Names are useful. They help us make friends.  

ARYA： I don't need friends.  

JAQEN： No? （Beat.） This one will remember.  

ARYA： Remember what?  

JAQEN： The bowl. You never let it touch the bars.  

ARYA： So?  

JAQEN： So you don't want to be a prisoner.  

ARYA： You talk too much.  

JAQEN： Three days.  

ARYA： What?  

JAQEN： This one has spoken to no one for three days.  

ARYA： You're lying.  

JAQEN： No. A man can lie. A man can tell the truth. A man can simply leave the truth unsaid. YOREN： （distant） Weasel! Get back here!  

ARYA： I have to go.  

JAQEN： You'll come back. （Arya stops.）  

ARYA： How do you know?  

JAQEN： Because you need something. And you know it.

03：04 — THE RUN

（Arya runs.）

03：18 — THE BARN  

ARYA： （breathless, remembering） That night, I saw a man throw down his sword. He surrendered. They killed him anyway. I found an axe. Pulled it free. Then an iron hand caught me. I turned. Swung. The blade found his legs. （A ragged breath.） Going back into that barn... That was the hardest thing I've ever done. Smoke everywhere. Black as night. Moving like a living thing. I kept low. Donkeys screaming. Horses kicking. Men crying out. Then I heard him. The boy. I crawled toward the sound. A wagon wheel. The chain was caught. He pulled. The wagon lurched.  

ARYA： （sharp breath） I raised the axe. Once. Twice. Three times. The rope broke.

04：25 — FOOTSTEPS STOP  

JAQEN： You saved a man.  

ARYA： （breathing hard） I saved everyone.  

JAQEN： No. You saved this one. （Beat.） The Red God keeps accounts, little wolf. Life is a debt. Death is the payment. You took three lives from him. Now three must be returned.  

ARYA： Three names?  

JAQEN： Three names.  

ARYA： Anyone?  

JAQEN： Anyone.  

ARYA： What if I name you? （Silence.）  

JAQEN： This one is one man. Not three. And this one owes you three lives. You must choose another name.  

ARYA： （studying him）

05：30 — JAQEN WALKS INTO THE FIRE  

ARYA： （voice-over） Three lives. A debt to a god I didn't believe in. I didn't understand him. Not really. But I knew one thing. He meant it. He would do it. HARRENHAL

06：04 — FOOTSTEPS STOP  

JAQEN： Weasel. Come.  

ARYA： （wary） What are you doing here?  

JAQEN： Serving soup.  

ARYA： I didn't save you so you could—  

JAQEN： This one still owes you three lives.  

ARYA： I saw you standing guard.  

JAQEN： This one was standing guard. And serving soup. （A beat.） A man may do two things.  

ARYA： Who are you?  

JAQEN： Jaqen H'ghar. Have you forgotten already?  

ARYA： That's not your name.  

JAQEN： All names are lies. Yours included.  

ARYA： My name is Arya.  

JAQEN： Many who have called you that are dead.

07：02 — NORTHERN THEME

（Arya goes still.）  

ARYA： I know.  

JAQEN： What do you know?  

ARYA： （barely holding herself together） My father is dead. My mother is dead. My brothers are dead. They're all dead.  

JAQEN： Yes.  

ARYA： （looking up） Do you know who killed them?  

JAQEN： Frey. Bolton. Lannister.  

ARYA： They're on my list.  

JAQEN： A long list makes for a short life.  

ARYA： I'm not afraid.  

JAQEN： That is what frightens this one. （Arya says nothing.）  

ARYA： Jaqen.  

JAQEN： Yes?  

ARYA： Why help me?  

JAQEN： A debt. Three lives.  

ARYA： That's all? （Jaqen studies her.）  

JAQEN： This one sees Winterfell.  

ARYA： （bitterly） Winterfell is gone.  

JAQEN： Not where it matters. （A long silence.）  

JAQEN： Three names. Take your time.  

ARYA： I have.  

JAQEN： Then speak.  

ARYA： Chiswyck. Polliver.  

JAQEN： The names are spoken. Death will come. Tomorrow. Next moon. Next year. It matters not. It comes. Even for kings.  

ARYA： I don't want your riddles. I want tonight. （Jaqen looks at her.）  

JAQEN： Tonight.

09：35 — THE GHOST OF HARRENHAL