LEAKED SCRIPT SEGMENT: FINAL EPISODE OF GAME OF THRONES SEASON 8:
//Scene opens on SER POUNCE. He's stalking his way through the snowy woods of Northern Westeros. His eyes gleam. There is a fresh notch in his ear. His paws are streaked with mud and blood and bits of ice. He crests a hill, then stops, sniffing at the air. Pan to a shot of the army of the dead, fog rising as they trudge their way south of the wall. Far above, the ICE DRAGON screeches mournfully, carrying THE NIGHT KING on his back. The dragon makes a slow circle in the air, spotting something far below. It is SER POUNCE at the hilltop. The dragon begins to descend. The camera returns to SER POUNCE. His feline hackles are raised, and his notched ear twitches. He stands his ground. The ICE DRAGON lands not fifty paces from where SER POUNCE stands. THE NIGHT KING dismounts. There is the barest spark of curiosity in his eyes. He tilts his head fractionally before taking a few steps forward.
SER POUNCE's fur stands on end, his tail straight in the air. He lets out a warning hiss. THE NIGHT KING pauses briefly, then takes another step forward, ignoring the cat's warning. Suddenly SER POUNCE's back arches. His tiny cat mouth opens, and --
SER POUNCE: M E O W
//THE NIGHT KING bursts into flame! He has just enough time to open his mouth in utter surprise before he shatters into a million smoldering pieces! The army of the dead also begin to shatter, row by row, until nothing remains of their ranks but bits of gross bone dust! The army is vanquished! The ICE DRAGON blinks, and the blue of his eye fades away. VISERION is restored to his former self! VISERION and SER POUNCE high five. SER POUNCE leaps upon VISERION's back, and the dragon launches himself into the air, flying in the direction of King's Landing. All the citizens cheer when they see the great lizard and the great cat approach the city. They recognize Ser Pounce for who he really is: Azor Ahai! The Prince Who Was Promised! SER POUNCE takes his rightful place upon the Iron Throne, his trusty dragon friend VISERION flying joyful circles above. All the other secondary characters (Cersei, Jon, Daenerys, Sansa, etc.) applaud, then throw a great feast in the cat's honor, for they are all friends now that the throne has been restored to the rightful ruler of Westeros. The lights fade as everyone lifts mugs of ale and goblets of wine in celebration. Credits roll.
The End
//Scene opens on SER POUNCE. He's stalking his way through the snowy woods of Northern Westeros. His eyes gleam. There is a fresh notch in his ear. His paws are streaked with mud and blood and bits of ice. He crests a hill, then stops, sniffing at the air. Pan to a shot of the army of the dead, fog rising as they trudge their way south of the wall. Far above, the ICE DRAGON screeches mournfully, carrying THE NIGHT KING on his back. The dragon makes a slow circle in the air, spotting something far below. It is SER POUNCE at the hilltop. The dragon begins to descend. The camera returns to SER POUNCE. His feline hackles are raised, and his notched ear twitches. He stands his ground. The ICE DRAGON lands not fifty paces from where SER POUNCE stands. THE NIGHT KING dismounts. There is the barest spark of curiosity in his eyes. He tilts his head fractionally before taking a few steps forward.
SER POUNCE's fur stands on end, his tail straight in the air. He lets out a warning hiss. THE NIGHT KING pauses briefly, then takes another step forward, ignoring the cat's warning. Suddenly SER POUNCE's back arches. His tiny cat mouth opens, and --
SER POUNCE: M E O W
//THE NIGHT KING bursts into flame! He has just enough time to open his mouth in utter surprise before he shatters into a million smoldering pieces! The army of the dead also begin to shatter, row by row, until nothing remains of their ranks but bits of gross bone dust! The army is vanquished! The ICE DRAGON blinks, and the blue of his eye fades away. VISERION is restored to his former self! VISERION and SER POUNCE high five. SER POUNCE leaps upon VISERION's back, and the dragon launches himself into the air, flying in the direction of King's Landing. All the citizens cheer when they see the great lizard and the great cat approach the city. They recognize Ser Pounce for who he really is: Azor Ahai! The Prince Who Was Promised! SER POUNCE takes his rightful place upon the Iron Throne, his trusty dragon friend VISERION flying joyful circles above. All the other secondary characters (Cersei, Jon, Daenerys, Sansa, etc.) applaud, then throw a great feast in the cat's honor, for they are all friends now that the throne has been restored to the rightful ruler of Westeros. The lights fade as everyone lifts mugs of ale and goblets of wine in celebration. Credits roll.
The End
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