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Previously on "Vikings":
Why do you not go home?
By staying you've given me time
to raise a large army.
Thorvard: Your lands are
lost, invaded by Jarl Borg.
Your family has fled only
the gods know where.
I must find my family.
If I can be of help to King
Horik Then I'm happy to stay.
Then so be it.
Your friends will be
leaving at first light.
Ealdorman Werferth:
Their forces have divided,
Four of their ships
have sailed away.
- (arrow strikes)
- Aghhh! Ugh!
Bishop Edmund:
Here is your destiny, apostate!
King Ecbert:
Wait! Cut him down.
Jarl Borg: I'm happy that
Ragnar Lothbrok has returned.
I will kill him!
(cheers erupt)
Rollo: We have no chance
at defeating Jarl Borg.
Ragnar:
Then we find more men.
Rollo: There are no more
to find. I have tried.
It has been a long time.
Hello, Ragnar.
♪♪
♪ More, give me more ♪
♪ Give me more ♪
♪ If I had a heart
I could love you ♪
♪ If I had a voice
I would sing ♪
♪ After the night
when I wake up ♪
♪ I'll see what
tomorrow brings ♪
♪ I... I... I... ♪
♪ If I had a voice
I would sing ♪
♪♪
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(warriors chatter,
horses snort and whinny)
(door creaks open)
(chickens cluck)
(sheep bleat)
Lagertha, you're the last
person I expected to see here.
You and your warriors
are as welcome to us
as spring after the hardest
and most bitter winter.
Rollo, my son and I are only too
glad To come to Ragnar's aid.
(laughs)
Freya and all the
gods, Bjorn,
You're a big *** now.
Thank you, Uncle.
Still can't grow
a beard, though.
(emotional exhale)
Everything is new now.
Torstein:
Good to see you, Bjorn.
Yes... Yes. (giggles)
You stayed true
to your path.
Siggy!
Floki: You see him, Helga?
He's all grown up!
Bjorn:
I missed you so much.
Floki: You look stronger
than your father.
Come, what have they been
feeding you?!
You look like you've
been eating a cow a day.
Bjorn:
You are the one to talk.
Aslaug:
I am grateful to see you.
Lagertha:
Thank you, princess Aslaug.
(Sigurd coos softly)
Bjorn:
Princess.
My sons: Ubbe and Hvitserk.
I am pleased to see you.
I always knew
that, some day,
I would meet some more
of Ragnar's sons.
Ubbe:
How did you know?
And you have a baby?
May I?
Aslaug: His name is
Sigurd Snake-in-the-Eye.
After your father?
And after his own father.
(low hum of chatter,
goats bleat)
Ragnar: Enough with the
pleasantries, let's make a plan.
Lagertha:
So?
Torstein: Even with your
additional forces, Lagertha,
we cannot attack Kattegat
and hope to succeed.
Jarl Borg is well dug in.
Lagertha:
What do you propose?
Rollo: We want to drive
Jarl Borg out of Kattegat.
He has no idea we
have been reinforced.
Torstein: And what would make him leave
Kattegat where he can winter in safety?
Rollo: The one thing that would
threaten his whole existence there.
Floki:
And what would that be?
Food.
A few of us will go into the town And
destroy the winter grain stores.
Floki: I will do it! I will go.
Ragnar:
No. My son and I shall go.
We'll only need a few men.
(loud buzz of chatter,
carts rattle)
Woman: Don't think
we will be long now.
Man: Seems to me the
case is quite clear.
Encompass everything else
we've discussed... Yes, yes.
(door groans and shuts heavily)
King Ecbert:
Thank you.
I cannot see your face.
Young woman: I am ex-wife
of Christ: A nun.
I cannot show my
face to any man.
Well,
I am not "any man."
I am King Ecbert
And you will show me your face
or I will be unable to judge
whether or not you're
telling me the truth.
(crowd murmurs)
Who did this to you?
My husband.
Why?
He claimed I had
been unfaithful.
And were you...
unfaithful?
(whispering) No.
Hmm...
What do pagans say
of such cases?
(crutch taps lightly)
Athelstan:
If she was a free woman,
they would believe her word, and
make judgment on her behalf.
King Ecbert: But surely her
husband has every right over her?
Surely she belongs to him,
to do with as he sees fit.
Not according
to the pagans.
Then pagan laws are
superior to ours?
Not in every case, sire.
Woman, I find it unlawful
and disagreeable
that your husband should make
false claims against you.
He has provided no
evidence of your cupidity.
Therefore, I dismiss his demand
to have you branded in public.
Thank you. Oh,
thank you, lord.
Oh, well, don't thank me.
Thank this pagan.
(crowd murmurs quietly)
♪♪
(foliage rustles underfoot)
(splashing through stream)
Ragnar: Olrik, Erik, sneak
through the water to the docks.
Once there, create a... distraction,
something that will lead the guards away.
My son and I shall
do the rest.
Guard 1:
Not long till sunrise.
Guard 2:
It's been long in coming.
Ragnar:
Don't fear death.
If it comes, embrace it as if you're
lying down next to a beautiful woman.
Bjorn: May the fates
be kind, Olrik.
(exhales nervously)
(sighs heavily)
Ever since you were
eight years old,
all I heard was, "Father, father, I
want to come with you, I'm ready.
Father, I want to fight."
Well,
here we are.
(preparatory breaths)
(footsteps squelch in the mud)
Guard 1: You're right.
Guard 2: On the South side.
Guard 3:
Look what we have to eat.
(water ripples quietly)
(water splashes)
Erik:
Now!
(horn bellows,
banging on barrel)
(dogs barking)
Guard:
Hey! Over there!
(horn bellows)
Guard 2: Take your weapons!
Go! This way!
Guard 3:
Move!
Man 3: Where are they?!
Can you see them!
(horn bellows, dogs barking)
Ragnar:
(clucking)
(axe strikes head, body
thuds on the ground)
(horn bellows, dogs barking)
(banging)
Erik: (whispers) Split up.
(dogs barking)
(horn bellows loudly)
Guard 1:
Stop!
(dogs barking)
Erik:
Ungh!
- Erik: (gasping in pain)
- Guards: (laugh cruelly)
(pained screams fill the air)
Guard 1:
Now!
(fighting grunts,
weapons clank)
Olrik:
Yah! Ungh!
Aghhhhhhhhh!
(struggling grunts)
Guard:
(gurgled scream)
(groans in pain)
Olrik:
(panting)
Guard: (muffled gasps)
(knife slashes)
(grunting with effort)
(feet shuffling)
Guard 1:
This way!
Bring the dogs!
(dogs bark)
Guard 2: I can't see anyone!
Get more men!
(rustling)
There!
(flint sparks)
Bjorn: Ragnar.
Olrik:
It's me.
Bjorn: Olrik, come quick! Help.
- Guard 1: Come on!
- Olrik: (grunts in pain)
How bad is it?
I'm fine, don't
worry about me.
(flame catches, blowing)
Guard: Over here!
Something is over here!
(dogs barking)
Guard 2:
Do you see them?!
Bjorn:
Take it.
Guard:
Where'd they go?
Ragnar:
Watch out!
Ungh!
Guards:
Over there! There! There!
Ragnar:
Quickly!
- Olrik: (grunts in pain)
- Bjorn: Wait! Come, come.
(flames crackle)
(fire roars)
Guard:
The grain!
Wife: What are you
thinking of doing?
Jarl Borg: I'm thinking
of hunting down the men
who despoiled and destroyed
our winter supplies.
Wife:
This is a disgusting place.
I don't want to be
left alone here.
I am with child!
(horses snort)
Jarl Borg:
Let's go.
(horses whinny)
Men: Ho! Yah!
(horses whinny,
shields clatter)
Man:
Go on!
(dogs bark, water rushes)
(whimpering)
(hooves thud softly)
(horses snort)
(birds chirp)
(hooves thud, horse snorts)
Jarl Borg:
Come on.
(horses whinny)
(horses snort)
(foliage rustles underfoot)
(taps stick, body
thuds heavily)
(horn bellows loudly)
(foliage rustles,
weapons clank lightly)
(shields and weapons thud
and clank)
(chicken clucks, fire crackles)
(battle cries build
to a deafening roar)
(warriors shouting and
grunting, weapons clashing)
(weapons and shields
clank and batter)
(warriors shout, weapons clank)
(fighting grunts)
Yah!
(shields crash)
Agghhh!
(fighting grunts and
shouts, trading blows)
(distorted dull thud)
(fierce battle cry)
(hard blows,
fighting grunts)
(aggressive fighting grunts)
(fierce battle cry,
weapons clash)
Keep the shield-wall!
Lagertha:
Ungh! Aggghhhh!
- Borg's man: Yahhhh!
- Lagertha: Ungh!
(fierce battle cry)
Yah!
Agh!
(vicious attack yell,
shields clank)
(forceful grunt, weapons clash)
Arrgghhh!
- Yah!
- Ungh!
Yah!
(warriors shouting and grunting,
weapons battering)
(axe strikes)
Agghhh!
Agh!
♪♪
(horn bellows)
(warriors shout,
shields clatter)
Brace! Brace!
Be ready! Stay
on your feet!
- Jarl Borg: Go!
- Warriors: (vicious attack cries)
(shields crash, warriors thud)
Bjorn:
Agghhh! Oof!
(rushing grunt)
(weapons clank)
Ragnar:
Get up! Get up!
Aghhh! Oof! Ungh!
(axe strikes, warrior
screams in agony)
Aghhhhh! Oof!
(grunts)
(fighting grunts)
Rollo:
Torstein!
Agghhhh!
(hard blow)
(fighting grunts,
fierce battle cries)
(weapons clang and
bash, fighting grunts)
(fighting grunts)
- Warrior: Aggghhhhhhhh!
- Rollo: Ungh!
Rollo:
I'm with you, brother!
- Rollo: Yah!
- Warrior: Agghhh! Ungh!
(war axes striking,
warrior grunting in pain)
(hacking)
(fighting grunts
and screams)
Yah! Ungh!
Ragnar!
(weapons clank,
fighting grunts)
(sword slashing)
(fighting grunts)
(grunts)
Oof! Ungh!
(attack grunt)
(vicious axe blows)
- Jarl Borg: Retreat!
- Warrior: Follow Jarl Borg!
- Warrior: Retreat! Go!
- Shield-Maiden: Quickly!
Shield-Maiden:
Make for the horses!
(warrior gurgles,
horses whinny)
Warrior:
They're running!
Jarl Borg:
Hold on!
(jumping grunt)
- Jarl Borg: Go!
- Warrior: Come on!
(horses whinny as
they gallop away)
(panting)
Rollo: You fought
well today, Bjorn.
Bjorn:
Thank you, Uncle.
You have a lot to learn.
Let's go.
(low hum of chatter,
goats bleat)
Man 1: Ragnar Lothbrok!
He's back!
- Woman: Look!
- Man: Ragnar! He's home!
- Man: (delighted laugh)
- Woman: Come on! Come on!
(exclamations of delight)
Ragnar! Ragnar!
- Elisef: Floki!
- Floki: Elisef!
We are so glad
to see you all.
We've been to hell and back.
Now it's time to celebrate.
Boy:
Uncle!
(excited buzz of chatter)
- How are you?
- I'm alright.
Girl:
Lagertha!
Girl 2:
She's back! We've missed you!
Man:
Lagertha!
Girl: We've missed you so much!
How was it?
(townsfolk chatter excitedly)
(low hum of chatter,
birds chirp)
(townsfolk chatter,
hammering nearby)
(chickens cluck, sheep bleat)
Woman:
Yes, quite well!
Man: We could do some
more... Some more trade.
- Man 1: Here, will you try some?
- Man 2: They're all the same.
(townsfolk chatter)
My Lord Aethelwulf.
I heard the pagans captured you
when they raided Lindisfarne.
Is that where you're
from, Northumbria?
Athelstan:
Yes.
My father is making plans to
visit the king of Northumbria.
Perhaps we will
take you with us.
What for? Father
Cuthbert is dead,
the monks are gone, the
monastery is burned.
What is left for me there?
Aethelwulf: Perhaps you've lost
interest in your heavenly Father?
Is it true you're
a pagan now?
We are Christians here.
My father served at the court
of the emperor charlemagne,
the most devout of men.
If I were you,
I would not forget to
attend high mass...
That is, if you
value your soul.
(bell tolls)
Baker: Bread! No stone in this bread!
Best bread you can buy! Bread!
- Man: Fine, we'll take one.
- Woman: Introduce them!
(bell ringing grows louder)
(bell tolls loudly)
(quietly)
Mary, mother of Jesus.
I just wanted
to thank you.
(bell tolls)
That's...
I'm glad.
No woman should be
treated like that,
especially not
a Christian.
(square buzzes with chatter)
Woman: Another one on the
way for her and her boys.
(square buzzes
with chatter)
(exhales held
breath and sighs)
Rollo: On this day,
we offer a
sacrifice to Odin,
the mighty one,
to thank him for our
victory over Jarl Borg.
Townsfolk:
(cheer)
(jeering)
Rollo: Release him
from his bonds.
I know he will
want to die well.
- Man 1: (murmurs loudly)
- Man 2: (laughs)
(blade rings)
Kneel.
In the presence
of the gods,
and in their honor,
I offer this sacrifice.
Ragnar:
Stop!
(confused murmurs)
Father?
(fire crackles)
(footsteps crunch)
In the presence
of the gods,
and in their honor,
I offer this sacrifice.
(axe slices, cheers erupt)
(invigorating grunt)
(music, laughter, and
chatter fill the air)
♪♪
♪♪
Ragnar:
I love two women.
Both of them have
given me children.
Seer: And you suppose you
must choose between them?
Ragnar: No.
I don't want to choose.
I would like to
have both of them.
Seer: (chuckles)
I see.
You know, of course, the story of the
marriage between Njord and Skadi?
Skadi was a giantess.
Her father was killed.
She strode to Askard
to get justice
and the gods asked her if she wanted
gold for the death of her father.
"I'll settle for a husband," she
said, "and a bellyful of laughter."
Ragnar: This is going
to be a long story.
Seer: If you are hundreds of years
old, then it's a very quick story.
Ragnar:
Hmm.
Seer: The gods conferred
and agreed that Skadi
could choose a husband from among
them, but they made one condition:
That she chose
him by his feet.
His feet?
Seer: Yes.
And Skadi lost no time in choosing
the most shapely pair of feet,
believing they would
naturally belong to Balder,
the most handsome
of the gods.
Ragnar:
But they didn't?
Seer: No.
They belonged to
the God Njord,
the lord of seafarers
and sea harvests.
His skin was old
and weathered.
Ragnar:
What are you talking about?
I don't want to make a
choice between them,
but if I did,
are you saying that
I should decide
based on the appearance
of their feet?
Seer: Neither their
feet nor their faces.
You should examine their hearts,
their livers, and every other organ.
In any case, it makes
no difference.
You are only fooling
yourself, Ragnar Lothbrok,
If you think the choice
is yours to make.
(wind howls)
Bishop Edmund:
Accipite et bibite ex eo omes
hic est enim calix
sanguinis mei...
Qui pro vobis et effundetur.
(footsteps scuff)
Corpus Christi.
Corpus Christi.
Sanguinis Christi.
(monks chant in Latin)
Sanguinis Christi.
Sanguinis Christi.
(monks chant in Latin)
Sanguinis Christi.
Et pro multis in
remissionem peccatorum...
me sterium fide.
Corpus Christi.
Corpus Christi.
Corpus Christi.
(Latin prayers and
chanting merge)
Corpus Christi.
(crutch clunks lightly)
Bishop Edmund:
Corpus Christi.
Corpus Christi.
Corpus Christi.
Sanguinis Christi.
Corpus Christi.
Sanguinis Christi.
(rain begins pouring heavily,
townsfolk cry out)
- Woman: Quickly! Quickly!
- Man: Come along!
- Bjorn: Oh!
- Hvitserk: I got you!
Bjorn:
Agh!
- You have to be stronger than that!
- (laughing)
Hvitserk, when you grow bigger,
I'll teach you to hunt.
Ubbe! Whoa!
Ragnar: It is good to see
them playing together.
Bjorn:
Agh! You have to pull!
- Aslaug: For you.
- Ragnar: Mmm...
They are all my children.
Bjorn:
What are you boys doing?
(loud thunderclap,
Ragnar sighs, amused)
Bjorn:
There! You have it!
I am going to bear
you another son.
I know.
Bjorn:
What are you doing, huh?
But I am fearful
of the prophecy.
Hvitserk:
Caught you there!
(thunder rumbles)
What are you going to
do about Lagertha?
What do you mean what
am I going to do?
Bjorn: Stronger than this!
(boys laugh)
It is her decision. I've never had a
choice whether she comes or goes.
I will not tell
her to go away,
If she does not want to.
- Then, if you like, I shall
go away! - Oh, stop!
No doubt you prefer her because
she is a Shield-Maiden.
A warrior.
In that way,
she is more like you.
Bjorn:
What are you going to do?
Bjorn and Hvitserk:
(laughing)
I don't want either
of you to leave.
I want you both to stay.
I want to believe you love me.
Then believe me! Hmm?
(thunder rumbles loudly)
(rain patters loudly,
thunder rolls)
(knocking)
Can I come in please?
(fire crackles,
door creaks open)
Thank you.
I came to talk to...
Rollo:
We all know why you're here.
(rain patters loudly)
(thunder rolls)
(door creaks shut)
(sighs heavily)
- I was wondering. -You were
wondering what I was going to do.
Yes.
Regarding my son.
I don't know what to do.
- Bjorn is very happy here.
- Then he should stay.
You both should stay.
Your wife would
not be happy.
I imagine not.
(rain patters loudly)
Siggy: I think Ragnar is
still in love with Lagertha.
Are you?
In a way, yes.
And yet, it seems to be another
Rollo who still loves her.
I am like a snake which
has shed its skin.
The pattern is
just the same,
but the snake is new.
And this new Rollo does
not love Lagertha,
or suffer from desires for her.
(loud thunderclap,
thunder rumbles)
Does that answer
your question?
Athelstan:
(shallow breaths)
Please, Lord,
hear my prayer.
I am weak.
Make me strong.
Come into me again, Lord.
Ravish me.
Open my eyes, Lord, to the truth.
To your presence.
Why don't you show
yourself to me?
Let me be filled again, Lord,
by the Holy Spirit.
(ominous whispers)
(object clatters)
(loud whoosh, frightened gasp)
(vicious growl,
Athelstan gasps in fear)
(panicked breaths)
(barrel clatters)
(vicious growl)
(gasps in horror)
You devil!
(shaky breaths)
(calming breaths)
(ominous whispers)
You devil!
I think his accusers
just assume that we shall find him
guilty and confiscate his land.
Men:
Yes! Yes!
But,
on this occasion,
I believe he should
keep his land...
(murmurs of concern)
And the accusers
should give him...
- Three sheep?
- (crowd laughs)
All in favor,
say baaaaah.
Crowd: Baaaaaaah.
(banging)
Man:
Ragnar!
Ragnar:
Quiet! Thorvard.
Thorvard:
My Lord Ragnar.
I hope you bring better
news than the last.
My lord, after you left,
the Saxons treacherously attacked
King Horik's camp at Wessex.
There was a terrible slaughter.
A great many warriors perished.
The king and his son only just
escaped with their lives.
What about Athelstan?
What happened to Athelstan?
My lord, I don't know
of whom you speak.
Why has it taken so long
for me to hear this news?
My lord, bad news travels a great
deal slower than good news.
(worried murmurs)
Man 1:
Make way, make way.
Man 2:
It's Lagertha.
Man 1: Make way, make way.
It's Lagertha.
Ragnar: (whispers)
We shall speak later.
Thank you.
What is wrong?
I have something
important to say.
Should it be
said in private?
No.
I want to say it
before everyone.
(townsfolk whisper)
Then say what you
have to say.
Lagertha:
I have come to a decision.
I'm aware that my son, Bjorn, wants
more than anything in the world,
to stay here
with his father.
And who can blame him?
If you had a father
like Ragnar Lothbrok,
Would you not
want to stay?
(murmurs of agreement)
I happily give my
permission to my beloved
and only son to remain here with
his father and his half brothers.
As for me...
I must go back
to my husband.
I have a duty; I am a
responsible person.
(upset murmurs)
But I leave my son
in your good hands.
(fire crackles, quiet murmurs)
Look after him, Ragnar.
He's all I have left.
(townsfolk murmur quietly)
(loud chatter resumes)
(horse snorts)
Aslaug:
Lagertha.
(sighs heavily)
Thank you.
There are no possible words to
describe what you have done for us.
I will always be
in your debt.
The debt is already paid.
The future is open.
Trust in the gods.
Live for each moment.
(horse whinnies)
Don't take any more ***!
Lagertha:
Who do you think I am?!
(hooves thud)
(hooves thud)
(sighs)
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