-Would you like to sit? -No, thank you. -Some wine? -No, thank you. ( door closes ) - I'm sorry about your grandson. - Are you? -I don't believe that a child is responsible for the sins of his father. Or his grandfather. An awful way to die. -Which way is that? -Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin? -Some believe the king choked. -Some believe the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant. The king was poisoned. -I hear you studied poisons at the Citadel. -I did. This is why I know. -Your hatred for my family is rather well known. You arrive at the capital, an expert in poisoning, some days later my grandson dies of poisoning. -Rather suspicious. Why haven't you thrown me in a dungeon? -You spoke with Tyrion in this very brothel on the day that you arrived. What did you discuss? -You think we conspired together? -What did you discuss? -The death of my sister. -For which you blame me. -She was raped and murdered by the Mountain. The Mountain follows your orders. Of course I blame you. -Here I stand unarmed, unguarded. Should I be concerned? -You are unarmed and unguarded because you know me better than that. I am a man of reason. If I cut your throat today, I will be drawn and quartered tomorrow. -Men at war commit all kinds of crimes without their superiors' knowledge. -So you deny involvement in Elia's murder? -Categorically. -I would like to speak with the Mountain. -I'm sure he would enjoy speaking with you. -He might not enjoy it as much as he thinks he would. -I could arrange for this meeting. -But you want something in return. -There will be a trial for my son. And as custom dictates, three judges will render a verdict. I will preside. Mace Tyrell will serve as the second judge. I would like you to be the third. -Why? - Not long ago, the Tyrells sided with Renly Baratheon. Declared themselves enemies of the throne. Now they are our strongest allies. -Well, you made the Tyrell girl a queen. Asking me to judge at your son's trial isn't quite as tempting. -I will also invite you to sit on the small council to serve as one of the new king's principal advisors. -I never realized you had such respect for Dorne, Lord Tywin. -We are not the Seven Kingdoms until Dorne returns to the fold. The king is dead. The Greyjoys are in open rebellion. A wildling army marches on the Wall. And in the East, a Targaryen girl has three dragons. Before long, she will turn her eyes to Westeros. Only the Dornish managed to resist Aegon Targaryen and his dragons. -You're saying you need us? That must be hard for you to admit. -We need each other. You help me serve justice to the king's assassins and I will help you serve justice to Elia's.