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Gri’shak: Fine! That’s how you want to be then you and your child can rot in this prison!
Gri’shak: BRING ME THE MEN! BOTH OF THEM!
Bea: I think you mean all three?
Gri’shak: THAT’S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU! YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO SPEAK!
Gri’shak: Seeing as how you have no love for either of these men…
(Sancho and Lysander brought in by male guards)
(Made to kneel, spears at their throats)
Gri’shak: You won’t care which one I kill.
Gri’shak: (knife to Lysander’s throat) Is it this one? Young, pretty, royal… the perfect candidate to raise you up in the world.
Lysander: You’re making a mista–
Gri’shak: (off camera) Not as strong a reaction as I’d hoped. Don’t tell me…
Gri’shak: (has knife at Sancho’s throat now) … It’s this little streak of piss!
Sancho: (quietly) Yer deed…
Bea: (standing abruptly) Let go of him you–