Transcript (en)

Tyrion. Put down the crossbow. Who released you? Your brother, I expect, he always had a soft spot for you. Come, we'll go and talk in my chambers. This is how you want to speak to me? Shaming your father has always given you pleasure, hasn't it? All my life, you've wanted me dead. Yes. But you refuse to die. I respect that. Even admire it. You fight for what's yours. I'd never let them execute you. Is that what you fear? I'll never let Illyn Payne take your head. You're a Lannister. You're my son. I loved her. Who? Shea. Arturiel. Put down that cross. I murdered her. With my own hands Doesn matter Doesn matter She was a whore Say that word again. And what? You'll kill your own father in the privy? No. You're my son. Now, enough of this nonsense. I am your son, and you sentenced me to die. You knew I didn't poison Geoffrey, but you sentenced me all the same. Why? Enough. We'll go back to my chambers and speak with some dignity. I can't go back there. She's in there. Are you afraid of a dead whore? You shot me. You're no son of mine. I am your son. I have always been. Your son. Oh! Oh! Oh!