19.
PYCELLE
(shrugs) The dying mind is a demented mind. For all the weight they’re given, last words usually have as much significance as first words.
CERSEI Where is the Hand’s wife?
PYCELLE Lady Arryn left the moment he breathed his last.
Cersei turns and heads for the door.
CERSEI Send a raven to Casterly Rock. My father should know Jon Arryn is dead.
PYCELLE At once, my Grace.
Cersei exits the bedchamber. Pycelle watches the Sisters perform their ritual ablutions, imagining, perhaps, the not- too-distant day when they will minister to his own corpse.
EXT. FLEA BOTTOM - NIGHT
The most dangerous neighborhood in the kingdom. DRUNKS spill out of doorways of taverns lit with oil lamps, singing:
DRUNKS She kicked and wailed, the maid so fair, but he licked the honey from her hair, her hair! Her hair!
INT. BROTHEL - NIGHT
Outside we hear the sounds of rough laughter and singing. The room is expensively appointed in silks, damasks and gilded ornaments, but its garishness betrays its true nature. That, and the naked REDHEADED WHORE on her knees beside the bed. She bestows oral favors upon TYRION LANNISTER, a dwarf with mismatched eyes: one green, one black. Tyrion’s hands grip her hair as he shudders. Bells begin to ring outside, thousands of them, great pealing bells from all across the city.
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