A mockingbird.
You created your own sigil, didn't you? Yes.
Appropriate, for a self-made man with so many songs to sing.
I'm sorry, do I-? -Sansa, dear, this is Lord Baelish, he's known...
And old friend of the family.
I've hoped to meet you for some time, Lord Stark.
No doubt Lady Catelyn has mentioned me.
Cat.
I've known your mother a long, long time.
I understand you knew my brother Brandon as well.
All too well.
You know what I learnt losing that duel?
I learnt that I'll never win.
Not that way.
That's their game.
Their rules.
Ah, the Starks.
I'm not going to fight them.
-Quick tempers, slow minds. -I'm going to fuck them.
That's what I know.
That's what I am.
And only by admitting what we are can we get what we want.
What do you want?
When you imagine yourself up there, how do you look?
Everything.
Does the crown fit?
Everything there is.
Do all the lords and ladies simper and bow, the ones who sneered at you for years?
It's hard for them to simper and bow without heads.
Is there someone in your service whom you trust completely?
Look around you.
Yes.
We're all liars here.
The wiser answer is "no", my lord.
And everyone of us is better than you.
Perhaps I was wrong to distrust you.
Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed off your horse.
I admire you.
Here we stand.
And I admire you, Lord Baelish.
Littlefinger is one of the most dangerous man in Westeros.
In mutual admiration and respect.
I have a hard time trusting eunuchs.
Playing our roles.
Who knows what they want.
I'm a practical man.
Lord Baelish.
Baelish.
A loyal one.
And who would you have me be loyal to?
You honor me beyond words, Your Grace.
You must despise him, you're working so hard to undermine him.
Actually, I rather enjoy him.
But he would see this country burn if he could be king of the ashes.
A man with no motives is a man no one suspects.
Always keep your foes confused.
My king.
Your Grace.
If they don't know who you are or what you want...
And what do you want?
They can't know what you plan to do next.
Everything.
The Realm.
Do you know what the Realm is?
It's the thousand blades of Aegon's enemies.
As I said...
A sotry we agreed to tell each other over...
I live to serve.
... and over...
Your sister.
till we forget that it's a lie.
But what do we have left once we abandon the lie?
Cut his throat.
Chaos.
A pit waiting to swallow us all.
I hate bad investments.
They haunt me.
Chaos...
I have a gift four you.
Isn't a pit.
Chaos is a ladder.
Sometimes, when I try to understand a person's motives, I play a little game.
What you sugest is treason.
I assume the worst.
What's the worst reason they could possibly have?
Only if we lose.
Saying what they're saying, doing what they do.
Then I ask myself...
You stand accused of treason.
How well does that reason explain...
How do you answer this charges...
what they say...
Lord Baelish?
And what they do.
I heard a song once...
About a boy of modest means...
found his way in the home of a very prominent family.
How would you like to see your beloved Cat?
He loved the eldest daughter. Sadly, she had eyes for another.
Perhaps you chose the wrong man to duel with.
But it wasn't the man that I chose, my lord, it was Catelyn Tully.
How dare you bring me here?
A woman worth fighting for, I'm sure you'll agree.
No one will come looking for you here. Isn't that what you wanted?
Why don't you join us, my lord?
I'm saving myself for another.
You have a tender heart. Just like your mother did at your age. I can see so much of her in you.
Petyr has promised to help us find the truth.
For her sake, I'll help get you home.
He's like a little brother to me, Ned.
I have no friends in King's Landing.
He would never betray my trust.
Except one.
Men only want one thing from the pretty girls.
She really is lovely.
Littlefinger is not in love with me.
He still loves you.
You're more beautiful than she ever was.
Love is not a thing he wants.
Lord Baelish.
Petyr.
Call me Petyr.
The North will be yours.
Command suits you.
Do you trust him?
Do you believe me?
You said you would protect me.
And I will.
You must believe me when I tell you that I will.
I don't believe you anymore.
I want you to be happy.
I don't need you anymore. You can't protect me.
I want you to be safe.
I am safe.
I am home, surrounded by friends.
He was named King in the North.
What about happy?
He can be unnamed.
Everytime I'm faced with a decision I close my eyes and see the same picture.
He wants something.
A picture of me in the Iron Throne.
I know exactly what he wants.
With you by my side.
You murdered our aunt, Lysa Arryn.
Do you deny it?
I did it to protect you.
-Look down! -Lysa!
Let her go.
The conflict between the Starks and the Lannisters it was you who started it, do you deny it?
Do you deny your father's crime?
I deny it!
None of you were there to see what happened. None of you knows the truth.
You held a knife to his throat.
You said: "-I did warned you not to trust me".
You told our mother...
this knife belonged to Tyrion Lannister.
And that was another of your lies.
You want me to beg for my life?
Sansa...
If that's what you want...
I beg you!
I will.
-Cat I...! -I loved your mother since the time I was a boy.
And yet you betrayed her.
I loved you...
Whatever you ask, if it's in my power, I will do.
more than anyone.
And yet you betrayed me.
When you brought me back to Winterfell you told me there's no justice in the world, not unless we make it.
And if I want you to die here and now?
Thank you for all your many lessons, Lord Baelish.
Then I will die.
I will never forget them.
-You may not believ... -Get out.
Sansa!
In his own horrible way I believe he loved me.