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EXT. CLEARING - DAY
Snow drifts across the bodies of the fallen dead. Eight
corpses lie frozen on the ground-- men, women, and children,
wearing heavy furs. The wind whips through their long hair.
At the edge of the clearing, WILL (20), a young ranger
dressed all in black, surveys the grim scene from the back of
his gelding. He gathers his reins and guides his horse south.
EXT. FOREST - DUSK
Will rides hard between the towering pines, his horse’s
hooves kicking up fresh-fallen snow.
He comes to a halt and dismounts beside two tethered horses.
His comrades, GARED (50) and SER WAYMAR ROYCE (18), crouch
beside a stream, filling their skins with cold water. They
rise and look to the newcomer expectantly.
Ser Waymar is gray-eyed and graceful, with an aristocrat’s
air of command despite his youth. He wears a supple coat of
gleaming black ringmail and a lush sable cloak.
Will and Gared also wear the black of the Night’s Watch, but
their clothes are far less regal, their leather and fur
battered from hard usage. Gared wears a hood for warmth.
WILL
We should start back. They’re all
dead.
Gared offers Will his water skin and Will takes a drink.
SER WAYMAR
Any blood?
WILL
Not that I saw.
SER WAYMAR
How close did you get?
WILL
Close enough to see they was dead.
SER WAYMAR
(skeptical)
Or sleeping?
GARED
If Will says they’re dead, they’re
dead. We should head back to the
Wall.
SER WAYMAR
(with the hint of a smile)
Do the dead frighten you?
GARED
Mormont said we should track ‘em.
We tracked ‘em. They won’t trouble
us no more.
SER WAYMAR
You don’t think Mormont will ask us
how they died?
He walks toward his horse. Gared and Will exchange a troubled
glance.
EXT. EMPTY CAMP - NIGHT
Moonlight shines down on the clearing, the ashes of the
firepit, the snow-covered lean-to. If there were corpses on
the ground before, they’re gone now.
The three riders enter the camp. Their horses seem spooked,
as if they smell a predator nearby.
SER WAYMAR
Your dead men seem to have moved
camp.
Will looks around, confused. He knows what he saw.
WILL
They were here...
Spotting something shimmering on the ground near the firepit,
he walks his horse closer, dismounts and looks down.
Lying at his feet is the hilt of a steel longsword. The blade
has been shattered into a thousand shards.
Will stares at the shattered sword. He knows what this means;
the dread on his face is unmistakable.
From his horse, Gared looks at the ground. The indentations
where the bodies once lay are still visible-- as are the
faint but unmistakable footprints leading away from them.
GARED
We have to move. Now.
He is interrupted by a neigh. Will’s horse, riderless and
panicked, bolts from the camp site.
2.
Ser Waymar’s horse rears back on its hind legs, throwing its
rider to the ground before galloping after the first horse.
Gared struggles to keep his own horse under control. Ser
Waymar stands unsteadily, brushing the snow from his cloak.
WILL
(terrified)
Gods...
He’s staring into the darkness at the edge of the clearing.
Ser Waymar turns to see what the young tracker sees: a shadow
emerging from the forest.
A figure steps into the moonlight, tall and gaunt, with flesh
pale as milk. It slides toward the rangers on silent feet.
Its armor appears to be carved from ice. Its sword is
translucent, a shard of crystal so thin it almost seems to
vanish when seen edge-on.
Ser Waymar’s voice cracks like a boy’s:
SER WAYMAR
Stay where you are!
The OTHER keeps coming. Ser Waymar draws his sword with
trembling hands. Will, standing near the fire pit, and Gared,
still on horseback, draw their own swords.
The Other halts. For the first time we see its eyes, bluer
than any human eyes, a blue that burns like ice.
They emerge silently from the shadows, on all sides of the
clearing. Five of them... six... seven... their strange
swords shimmering in the moonlight.
Gared can no longer control his panicked horse; it bolts from
the clearing, ignoring its rider’s commands.
The Others watch Gared flee. They turn back to Ser Waymar and
Will and begin to advance on the young men.
As the circle closes, the Others speak to each other in a
language we’ve never heard, with voices like cracking ice.
Waymar and Will stand together, class distinctions forgotten,
two boys about to die. They steady their sword hands and
mutter quick prayers as the Others descend upon them.
CREDIT SEQUENCE
3.
CLOSE on a pair of ancient, gnarled hands writing a message
on a small parchment scroll. The old man (we never see his
face) tightly rolls the scroll, binds it with a black ribbon,
and ties it with a leather strip to the leg of a BLACK RAVEN.
The old man lifts the raven off his desk; it flaps its dark
wings and flies out of the open chamber window.
The raven flies away from Castle Black, a large and ancient
fortress dwarfed by what lies behind it: the Wall. Older than
history, this is the 800-foot-high barrier of ice and stone
that guards the northern edge of the Seven Kingdoms.
As the raven gains altitude, the landscape below it
TRANSFORMS into a map of Westeros. The Wall is revealed to
cross the entire continent, a boundary between the Haunted
Forest to the north and the civilized lands to the south.
The raven flies south over the map, on which the cities,
regions and features of the land are named: Winterfell, the
Kingsroad, Moat Cailin, the Riverlands, the Vale of Arryn.
Occasionally the bird dips down, and the map resolves back
into reality for just long enough to give us a view of some
points of interest: Winterfell’s old stone towers, full of
cold beauty. The foreboding Eyrie castle high atop the Vale
of Arryn, a feat of montane architecture that would have been
impossible for medieval engineers.
When the raven reaches King’s Landing, the map resolves back
into reality as the bird drops down into the dirty sprawl of
the capital.
The raven flies through the open gates of the Red Keep, a
massive compound with red walls the color of blood. The bird
flies through an open window into the throne room, to land on
the Iron Throne itself-- a throne built from the hammered
swords of a thousand defeated enemies.
The raven pecks at its wings, cleaning itself after the long
journey, alone in the empty throne room.
END CREDIT SEQUENCE
EXT. HILLTOP - DAY
LORD EDDARD “NED” STARK (40) sits on his motionless horse,
his long brown hair stirring in the wind. His closely-trimmed
beard is shot with white. He has spent half his life training
for war and the other half waging it, and his face conveys
both authority and a haunted sadness.
4.
He is accompanied by a dozen members of the HOUSEHOLD GUARD,
all on horseback. Over their heads flaps the Stark banner: a
gray direwolf racing across an ice-white field.
South of the Wall the grass is still green and the sun is
shining, but the air is cold enough to cloud the breath of
four guardsmen as they escort Gared toward the stump of a
massive oak tree.
Weeks have passed since we saw the ranger but he seems to
have aged years, his eyes bloodshot and weary, his face
haggard, his clothes filthy and torn.
Ned’s sons, JON SNOW (17), ROBB STARK (17) and BRAN STARK (
sit on their own horses (a small pony in Bran’s case).
Jon is slender, darker than his half-brothers, his eyes black
and watchful.
Robb is big and broad, with fair skin and reddish-brown hair.
Bran sits very still, watching the doomed man. He has never
seen an execution before. The prospect of it terrifies him,
but he tries hard to imitate his father’s solemn expression.
The Guardsmen force Gared’s head onto the stump. Ned
dismounts.
His ward, THEON GREYJOY (19), hands over Ned’s sword: Ice, a
beautiful weapon, centuries old. Theon is the only man in the
party wearing a kraken sigil instead of a dire wolf.
Ned peels off his gloves and hands them to JORY CASSEL (30s),
a bull-necked warrior with a heavy mustache.
Ned walks to the stump. He speaks in low tones to Gared, who
responds. We watch this exchange from the boys’ perspective.
Gared’s final words clearly trouble Ned, who studies the
condemned man’s face, judging his honesty.
Bran watches from afar, his head slightly cocked, trying to
make out what Gared is saying.
There is a great weariness in Ned’s eyes as he places both
hands on the hilt of his greatsword.

Pa govori bre srpski, da te čitav svet razume.

da te citav svet bombarduje

da stvarno ima li na srpskom?

ma da bre,sta ima da prevodis,dobro je i ovako

Lepo svidja mi se špica sa gavranom

Procitao sam scenario, po meni je odlican! Po knjizi, bar koliko se secam davno je to bilo...

Promenili su godine Edardu,Dzonu i Robu.ali dobro.Koliko Bren po tom scenariju ima godina?Ostalo nije lose.Kada planiraju da emituju seriju odprilike?

Slike sa snimanja i informacije sa neta kažu da će serija da bude zadovoljavajuća. Čak navode ako bude imala dobar uspeh, nastaviće sa snimanjem Storm of Swords i Clash of Kings ..... ja kažem super, makar će igru prestola da snime manje više kako valja.

Da mogli bi GOT posteno da urade.Ali stvarno,mislim da ce COK i SOS ispasti glupi,jadni...

Svidja mi se odabir Dzejmija, iako sam Dzejmia u pocetku zamisljala ovako


Za Kejtlin odabrase babu, zali boze. I mislim da bi glumica koja glumi Sersei mnogo vise odgovarala za Kejtlin, sa sve kestenjastom kosom. U redu (manje vise) sto su promenili godine, ali trebali su svima promeniti godine, koliko vidim Deneris je bas mlada...a i Dzon...
Sta znam...ostali su ok, ali sam Tiriona zamisljala grdnijeg

ja se licno jedino slazem sa odabirom Neda jer sam ga bukvalno zamisljao kao Seana Beana dok sam citao knjigu. a za ostale cu vidjeti kada pocne serija

Meni je tesko bilo da ih zamisljam dok sam citala, iako su ok opisani. Jadino sam Edmura Tulija zamisljala kao glumca Karl Urbana

ja sam Beanov hardcore fan jos od serije "Sharpe" sto mozes vidjet i po mom avataru pa sam valjda zbog toga neda zamisljao kao njega, ali inace stvorim sam sliku lika u glavi.

Bean jeste cool, mada mnogo gine po filmovima
Kod HBO serija mi je cool sto, bar u poslednje vreme ne biraju neke ekstra poznate glumce

ima ovdje jos Beanovih fanova i svi se slazemo da je on glumac koji gine sa najvise stila
A sto se tice HBO-a, pa oni su jedna stvarno dobra tv kuca koja ocigledno vrlo dobro zna sta radi zato i ne sumljam da ce "Game of Thrones" biti dobro uradjena.