All language subtitles for Blood of Beasts

Agnar, come on!

Freya!

Agnar! Agnar! Agnar!

Shut up, Eric.

You're dead.

You were lucky, Sven.
Eric had you before he tripped.

Maybe, but in battle,

he'd be dead and I'd live.

A man needs luck,
like he needs a wife

to make the trials of his life
that much easier.

And what about the wife?
Who makes her life easier?

Her maid.

I'm going to talk
to your father tonight.

I have to go.

Give her time, Sven.

She's had all the time she needs.

Before this fall,

she will be my wife.

Come aboard.

Do you have to go?

I have one last voyage.

Feel the wind in my face,
the roll of the ship beneath my feet.

- But...
- No. I grow weak.

- No.
- Yes.

Each passing day, Odin steals
my breath from my lungs.

We must look to the future.

I don't love him.

- Is there another?
- No!

Then why not Sven?

He's well liked by the clan.
Clever, brave.

- But I don't love him!
- Enough, Freya.

Our people need to know
where they stand.

Everyone knows I am ill.
Who is to rule when I am gone?

You are a princess.
I have no son.

Your husband will be king.

I know.

We must do what is right
for our people.

Quiet!

I said quiet!

A toast.

Odin!

Odin.

Shut up!

Quiet! Quiet for the king!

Tomorrow, we set sail.

As the crow flies,
40 leagues due east

and two days,

our banner

will fly over Gunnere.

No!

It is time.

For too long, our warriors
have shunned that dreaded isle.

Feared to tread on land
that is theirs.

It's madness! Odin's accursed beast
dwells in its shadows

drinking the blood
of all who set foot on its soil.

I take it you offer advice,

not utter the ramblings
of a fear-ridden hag.

Sven's right!

Since Ragnar's people
were slaughtered by the beast,

all fear to set foot on the island.

I fear nothing, and no man
can accuse me of such

unless he backs it with his sword.

If the king wishes to walk in hell,

I'll set the course and clear his way.

Hear the words
of a warrior of this clan.

Shall we let him face
the war road alone?

No!

Shall we fear to tread
on land that is ours?

No!

Do we set sail tomorrow?

Yes!

And I'll bring the beast's skin back
as a bridal gift for my wife.

So be it.

So be it.

I'll come back for you.

I'll come back for you, Freya!

I'll come back for you.

I'll be married before the next full moon.

Is that really so bad?

Sven's strong, and the others
all listen to him.

- He's also spoiled, selfish and...
- And what?

I don't know.

I don't trust him.

I certainly don't love him,
but then I have no say.

Freya, your father

is doing what he thinks
is right for you and the clan.

I know, but I'm worried.

He's ill. Why must he
make this trip?

Why now? And why to a place
we have shunned

since Ragnar and
his family disappeared?

I don't know, but...

You have to forget what
happened to Agnar's father.

Agnar's gone and
he's not coming back,

no matter how many nights
you stand vigil staring at the moon.

At least Sven's here, alive, real.

Give him a chance.

Give yourself a chance
to feel happy.

I guess we're off.

- Sire, Freya.
- Is the boat ready?

Everything's on board and the men
have sharpened their swords.

Good. Kogla.

With a good wind and Odin's will,
a week, two at most, and we'll be back.

Don't go.

I must. I cannot wither and die

knowing there was a part of my kingdom
in which I feared to tread.

Be strong...
as I have taught you.

Be careful, Father.

Before the next full moon,

you will be my wife.

Whilst I'm gone, think on how
you can change your ways,

or I will change them for you.

Bring my father back safe,

and I'll make you a good wife.

Release the lines!

Clear the sides!

Push it off.

Lower the oars!

We're to claim back what is ours.

But is it ours?

Whereas Odin claimed this island,

he created a beast that dares
not let us in elsewhere.

It matters not either way.

I will set my battle on this island,

or die trying.

Hoist the sail.

Two weeks. They'll be back.

Odin's way.

The isle can't be far.
Prepare to slow.

- Olaf, get ready to hoist.
- Loosen the ropes!

I have a chill to my bones.

This fog is a bad omen.

Odin's warning us to turn back.

There it is.

At last, our banner will fly

over all of our lands.

Well, I hope it
will ease your soul

and kill the beasts that
Ragnar's death gave birth to.

You think I wallow in the past?

It was against your advice
that Ragnar made his choice.

Yes.

But did we help him? No.

Did we avenge his death? No.

Did we protect his son? No.

- It was Odin's will.
- Odin!

The weaker I get,
the less I worry about Odin

and his likes and dislikes.

Lower the sails.

Ragnar's.

Lower the oars.

Am I right to force Freya
into this marriage?

Well, Sven is the best
the clan has to offer.

Is that enough?

To arms! Form a semicircle.

Every other man, a torch.

Olaf, hold the boat.

Heindall, meet me on the boat!

Over here!

What have you got?

It was Algar's.

It's all I found... except this.

I like this place less
with every step.

Something disturbed the birds.

Stay alert.

What is that?

Jarl, cut him down.

The hunt is on.

Odin's beast is the quarry.

I swear, I'll not leave
this accursed island until it's dead.

Sven, take Eric, Jarl, Gang,
skirt the walls.

I'll take Kogla, Raine...

go through the gates into
the open arena to draw him out.

We leave when the beast is dead.

He's close.

Aye, but not in here.

We need to find a way
into the arena.

Gang.

This way quickly!

- What is that?
- The beast!

Eric, don't!

This way.

- Go get the rest.
- Later!

- Thorsson! Where's Thorsson?
- Hell, for all I know!

- Kogla? Jarl?
- Dead.

Thorsson might still be alive!

That thing is chewing
on his bones as we speak!

Trust me, the beast's faster
than he planned.

We should go back.

No. We've lost enough.

- Thorsson deserves a king's passing.
- Deserves?

Maybe he does, but I'll not waste
more lives giving it to him.

Since when do we ever
run away from a fight?

We don't on Midgard, but what's
on that island is not from this world.

Odin has cursed it
and set a demon to guard it.

It is not a place for men.

Well, let's just burn it.

Send Odin's pet back
to where he came from.

No.

- Says who?
- I say!

Thorsson's named heir, your king.

Thorsson's dead.
Let Odin keep his island.

A ship.

Maybe. Must be.

It's Thorsson. They're back.

The banners... they're down.

Oh, Freya.

Three strokes aft.
Ease off to the right.

You're gonna have
some explaining to do.

No... it can't be.

Sven, my father... is he all right?

Where is my father?

Dead.

Dead?

I'm sorry.

I tried to tell him, but he was adamant
about staking his claim on the island.

He died a Viking,
sword in hand,

sacrificing his life
so Eric and I could survive.

But you still live.

Your king is dead and you still live?

Gang, Jarl, Kogla, Raine
all fell with the king.

But you still live!

Yes. And so do the others
and so will our people

because they know not to meddle
in the affairs of the gods.

If Odin wants the cursed island,
then let him have it.

Coward!

Why do you eat alone?

I said, why do you eat alone?

So I won't be called on
to tell the tale of Thorsson's death.

And how he traveled
the road to Valhalla to save me.

What was I supposed to say...

that I was forced to watch the king die
so my best friend could live?

Don't lay this at my door!

You did what you did for your own reasons
and they had nothing to do with me!

Be very careful, Eric.

The king's dead
and we both had a hand in it.

If you wish to have
an easy life,

I'd keep my mouth shut.

Who's there?

Show yourself.

Why are you afraid of a sick
old man in a locked cage?

Calm down, old man.

Here.

I brought you some water.

Why?

So you can drink.

So I can drink?

I never knew the devil
had a sense of humor.

Suit yourself then.

I care little either way.

Your king has fallen.

Which of his warriors
will avenge him?

Are you all cowards?

You were my father's friend.

Will you leave
his death unpunished?

What can I do against Odin's will?

The beast that took Thorsson
was of Odin's world, not ours.

You do your father proud
to call for revenge,

and if you were his son
to lead us, then maybe.

The beast is too strong.

We fear nothing in this world,

but we cannot meddle
in the world of the gods.

Eric, please.

I beg of you to help me.

I will marry the man that takes up the sword and
brings me the head of my father's killer.

No!

You are betrothed
and not free to offer yourself.

I said I would marry you
if you brought my father back to me!

What you say
is of little concern.

Thorsson gave a pledge
to name me his heir.

All in this room are witness.

Will you see me married
to this coward?

Sven speaks the truth.

Thorsson named him his heir.

You have your answer.

Come the light of the next full moon,
we will be married,

and I will be king.

Go on. Leave him alone.

Children.

All children.

There's somebody here to see you.

What do you want?

Listen to him, Freya.

He has some things
that he has to tell you.

Things that could not be said
in the company of others?

Things that you should hear first.

When Sven and I...

Freya, it was madness.

The thing was upon us
faster than you can think

and in seconds, Kogla, Raine and Jarl
were dead and I was unconscious.

When I came to, Gang and Thorsson
were fighting for their lives.

Then what happened?

Tell me.

Eric, you owe it to my father.

I swear to you, Freya,
I tried to help him.

I would have helped him, but I was dazed
and confused, and Sven led me away.

Last time I saw your father,

he was alive.

In the clutches of the beast,
but alive.

Freya, I don't know why,

but I sensed he was
not going to kill him.

I could be wrong. Odin knows,
I was not thinking straight.

Freya, forgive me,

but my conscience tells me
Thorsson lives.

- I'm coming with you.
- No way.

I'm going, Freya.
I won't let you go alone.

Forget it.

One scream and half the warriors
in the village will be down here.

Please, Ingrid.
At best, I'll get lost at sea.

At worst, I'll be eaten by Odin's
cursed beast. Stay here.

No. I won't let you go alone.

All of our lives
we've been friends.

I can't turn my back on that now,
not when you need my help.

Quickly!

Where's Eric?

He's drunk.

He won't thank you for that.

At least he'll still be alive.

If I'd let him come with us,
I would have lost him.

Get the line.

Cut him down...
if the sight offends you.

You don't understand.

I don't.

Why decorate your house
with such unsavory trinkets

if the sight is unpleasing?

To scare away the foolhardy
and stop them from coming back.

And the women...

and children you threw in here
and left to rot?

What reasons does
your conscience give you for them?

The same. They were safer in there
than out here with me.

So... So I'm not locked in,
you're locked out.

I know you, Thorsson.

You seek to test me,
to bring out the animal within.

If you succeed, you will thank your Odin
that you're behind these bars.

You know me?

How can you know me?

The high and mighty king
struggles to find his answers.

Answer me, damn you!
How can you know me?

Damn me?
You're too late for that.

Your petty god got me first.

Aye, Odin.

He giggles his amusement
as he curses the boy

to walk this earth
bearing the guise of a beast,

and to fall upon his family
and his friends,

ripping their flesh
and smashing their bones,

with no way or will to stop the terror

from happening again and again.

What are you to Ragnar?

Answer me!

What do you know of Ragnar?

- Where is she? Freya... where is she?
- I don't know where she...

- You told her, didn't you?
- What if I did? She had a right to know.

I should kill you.

Go ahead. Try.

No matter.
I don't need her now anyhow.

Your days are numbered.

We're here.

I don't like it.

We search by day.

At night, we take the boat back out to sea
and wait for fresh dawn.

Agreed?

Over here.

Your father's not with them.

- Eric was right.
- Yeah.

Let's go.

Over here!

Up here!

In the cage!

Father!

Father!

Father!

What are you doing here?

Where's Olaf, Sven?

The lock...
Where's the key?

- Do you see him?
- No.

Try and get Father out.

Ingrid, quickly!

Hurry, Ingrid!

I can't open it.

Keep firing, coward.

When you run out,
you will have to face me like a man.

Leave me.

Take Ingrid and go.

Hurry, Ingrid.

- I can't open it!
- Leave me.

Put down the bow
and I'll let the woman go free.

And I'm supposed
to believe you?

He's bad, Freya.

Yes, more than that
of the warriors he rules.

Sir?

I'll put the bow down and fight you
if you let them both go.

Why should I?

If you had any honor, you would let them go...
a sick old man and a woman.

I have honor.

Then let them go!

Put the bow down.

No, don't do it.

What choice have I got?

I'll have to fight him when
I run out of arrows anyway.

This way there's a chance that
he'll keep his word and let you go.

Win or lose, they go free!

Yes.

When you get a clear shot.

- And if I miss?
- Don't.

You're a fool, warrior.

You've stepped down here to die.

I don't fear death.
I'm a warrior.

It is part of my trade.

Ha! Your trade.
You're barely more than a boy.

If you kill me, then so be it.
My comrades will go free.

And my death will
eat away at your soul,

even after the flesh has been torn
from the corpse you string up.

Coward!
You gave me your word.

I gave my word to fight,
and I said nothing.

No!

Where did you get this?

Tell me!

It was a gift from... a friend.

Will you keep your word
and let my father go?

You tricked me
and broke our agreement.

It was me that shot you.

Let Freya and Thorsson leave
and I'll stay.

No.

She stays.

Look after him.
Sail west with the sun on your face.

I'll come back, Freya.

Your father will bring an army
and we'll free you.

I love you.

I'll bring help.

I'll be back, Freya!

I'll be back!

I'll come back for you, Freya!
I'll come back!

I'll be back, Freya!

I'll come back for you, Freyal
I'll come backl

You should keep the door locked.

It's your cage, you lock it.

Once the door's locked...

it can only be
unlocked from the inside.

I recommend you
keep it so at night.

It's cold.

I brought you this.

If you'd showed my father such kindness,
he would not have got so sick.

I spared your father's life
which was all I owed him.

The rest,
he brought on himself.

Wait! Wait, what
do you want from...

Let me help you with your wound.

Could you stomach it
to be so close to me?

I don't believe it.

You're almost healed.

I am a creature
of myth and magic.

And the moon gives me strength.

Such wounds
are of little importance.

How long have you been here?

Years.

Forever.

I cannot remember.

Did you...

Did you slay all
the people who came?

Most.

All the warriors.

The children got sick

and I tried,
but I could not help them.

Why do you ask?

Was there someone on board
you cared for?

Many.

They were from my village.

But one in particular who
said he would come back to me.

He gave this to me.

You recognize it, don't you?

Why? Did you talk with Agnar
before he died?

Was he your prisoner for a while?

Please, tell me.

I need to know.

Is he dead?

The warrior Agnar that you knew...

is dead.

Wait! Please!

How do you know about the pendant?
Did you talk with Agnar?

Did he remember me?

Yes.

He remembers you.

How could he ever forget?

Hungry?

Do not worry.

You are safe as long as I stay calm
and the sun stays in the sky.

And at night?

Stay in the cage,
especially when the moon is full.

I've less control.

How did you become like this?

I was cursed by Odin.

It is a dark story.

When I think back on it,
my mind grows confused,

not knowing whether I remember
as the beast or the man.

Tell me.

Think back whilst you're calm
and the sun is shining.

I remember a hunt.

There were many warriors.

And I remember the fear
as they tracked me.

Or the beast remembers.

I was tracking the beast.

Things are so blurred.

It was me who
cornered Odin's pet,

and I that drove my spear
into its heart.

Then, in a fit of rage,
Odin's wrath descended on me.

And I blacked out.

When I came to,

I was as you see me now...

forced to wear the skin
of the beast I killed

and made to take the place
of Odin's monster.

Now as the seasons creep by,

I am becoming more beast
and less man

as this accursed skin
grows into my flesh.

There must be something
we can do to stop this.

Do you think I haven't tried?

There's nothing we can do!

I live by Odin's rules.

I killed the beast,
so I became the beast.

Blood washes blood.
A soul for a life.

And an innocent heart
given to the beast.

What does it mean?

It makes no sense.

I should go now.

Wait!

You said he was dead.

No, I said the beast had him.

Eric was hurt and the others
were all dead.

How was I supposed to know
the creature would spare him?

I should never
have listened to you.

I should have gone back for him.

But you didn't.

Because I trusted your word!

Our king lives.

We should be thankful and not squabble over his
sick bed like women.

When the king wakes,
he will hear the truth.

If he wakes.

Hey.

Oh. Freya.

We have to help Freya.

Shh, shh, shh. Be still.

All right? You're safe.

Thorsson, how is he?

He's very weak.

He's still unconscious.

We have to go back for Freya.

You're going nowhere.

I'm going back for Freya.

You're gonna get some rest.

Come on.

You're gonna stay here and rest.

Be careful.

I will.

Tomorrow on the morn at tide,

I sail for Gunnere.

I'll free the king's daughter,

or die trying.

My honor has been tainted.

My courage questioned!

It's shown for what it's worth
by two of our womenfolk

who brought us back our king.

And I'd as soon

throw myself on my sword

than sit here knowing
that when the king wakes

his daughter lies prisoner

and at the mercy of the beast.

Do you call us cowards?

Yes!

Every last one of you!

- I'll have your blood for that!
- No!

Eric is right.

We sit, afraid
of our own shadows.

I sail with Eric.

As do I!

As do I! As do I! As do I!

I, too, will sail and claim my bride.

And I will kill the beast and hang his carcass from
his own gateway.

But from this day on, any man
who questions my courage

I will kill.

Stay.

We can talk.

You should have locked your door.

I don't think you would harm me.

Deliberately, no.

Maybe when I'm less in control.

All the same, it would not be wise
to put me to the test.

Please stay a while.

You are worried about your father.

Why do you care?
You almost killed him.

He's a warrior.
I was outnumbered 4-to-1.

It was hardly murder.

Then why keep him prisoner,

disrespect the bodies
of those you have killed?

The bodies are just discouragement

to stop the foolhardy from coming
and landing on this island.

To help build
the myth of the beast.

To keep away the brave.

And my father?

I get lonely.

The time passes, and with every season
I grow more beast-like.

The company of others
helps to slow the process.

Helps me to fight the curse.

At the cost of their freedom?

It's a choice better than death.

But if Ingrid and my father
make it back to my home,

then my father would bring
an army to kill you.

Yes, I know.

That's what you want.

The beast in me won't
let me destroy myself.

I need others to do it for me.

- Where am I?
- Shh.

Lie still. You're home.

- Freya! Where's Freya?
- Calm down.

Eric, Olaf and the others
have gone for her.

Eric will bring her home.

You must rest, Sire.

Sleep.

Do you think she still lives?

Yes.

This creature, whatever he is,
does not kill for fun.

We fled this island last time.

We won't do it again.

I don't think the beast
is a match for us all.

Something tells me he knows that.

- Lower the sail!
- Lower the sail.

This place needs cleaning.

Are you all right?

Here!

No, here.

- Don't be afraid. I'll get off.
- Wait.

I'm not afraid.

Oh, Freya, I'm... I'm confused.

You should run
screaming from me.

I know how you would be,

but there is something that not even
Odin's curse can change in you.

A gentleness,

an honesty that reminds me
of my father,

of Agnar.

I am not afraid of you.

Wait. We must talk to them.
They can help you!

Let me help you.

- Ingrid, did she...
- She's fine.

Your father's very weak,
but he was alive when we left.

Come. We're going home.

No!

We kill the beast, then we leave.

No, Sven, leave, please.

- We're leaving.
- No!

We made a pledge to kill
this monster once and for all.

He is not a monster!

How he appears is not
what he's really like.

He's just a man
who has been cursed by the gods.

He doesn't mean to kill
or harm anyone.

But the beast that possesses him
takes control and he can't hold it back.

Then all the more reason
to put an end to him.

No, Sven, don't!
Olaf, don't you see?

All I see are my comrades
hanging from poles.

Their bodies rotting
and their souls in limbo.

And my wife-to-be trapped,

enchanted by this creature,

caught in his power.

But fear not.
For I will break this spell

when I hang his carcass
from his own gateway.

You'll do as I say.

Take her to the boat.

- Now!
- No, Heindall, stop. Eric!

No!

Fire!

I think he's finished.

No, not yet.

Finish it.

No! Please, no!

Hold her!

No!

Get a rope.

He's free from Odin's curse now.

Is he? How do you know?

He's dead.
His spirit is free.

He told me once that he was
a creature of myth and magic...

a creature of the night.

Can you kill such a one?

Yes.

Shh. I'm here.

Are you all right?
Did he hurt you?

No.

You shouldn't have, Freya,

risked yourself for me.

I had to, Father. I could never
have left you there.

I could not be more proud
had I had a son.

You have your mother's spirit

and her beauty.

I love you.

Sire.

The beast?

He's dead.

Sven hung its carcass
from the arena gate.

Kogla, Raine, and the others?

They rest in peace.

We set fire to the village.

Odin's curse is lifted.

Your flag flies over the island.

What?

What is it?

I betrayed you.

I left you prisoner
in the hands of the monster.

Olaf is right.

Your warriors were found wanton, ran
from the beast and left you to his mercy.

No.

You left him.

It was your order
which our warriors followed.

You left the king to die.

I thought the king
was dead already,

as were Raine, Kogla and Jarl.

To waste more lives
would have served no purpose.

Since Thorsson named me his heir,
I acted for the good of the clan.

- You liar!
- Sven was right.

He is my heir.
Will be king.

He thought me dead.

His duty lay with the living.

The beast was not of this world.

Neither Sven nor I nor anyone
knew if it could be killed.

Sven was right.

It would be wrong to have wasted
more lives to find out.

Through you and Sven

our line will live on.

Our people will have a future.

We must put the beast
and Odin's curse behind us.

- What's wrong? What is it?
- I dreamed of the beast.

Oh, shh. It's okay. He's gone.
He can't hurt you.

You don't understand.
He would never hurt me.

He's not as he seems.
He can be gentle,

kind.

- There's something about...
- He's dead.

Is he?

You can't love that abomination.

And even if you do,
it doesn't matter.

Tomorrow night, you marry Sven.

I know.

I know.

Shh. It's okay.

Yeah, it's okay.

She doesn't look too pleased.

Can't we do something?

Thorsson's her father
and the king.

Quiet!

Quiet for the king!

Tonight,

by Odin's grace

and the bravery of our warriors,

my daughter gained a husband,

and our people a new king.

To Sven and Freya.

To Sven and Freya.

Sire, friends,

Thorsson's right.

Our future is set
and our people will prosper.

And I vow to you
that I will try to be as just

and strong as Thorsson.

And I also vow that Freya

will give him many grandchildren.

I've come to challenge for the leadership
of the clan

and for your daughter's hand.

You can't.

Only those of the clan may challenge.

I am of this clan.

I am Agnar, Ragnar's son.

And I have the right to challenge

and to ask for
your daughter's hand.

So, Agnar, son of Ragnar.

The beast of Gunnere Island

has come to claim his wife.

You were always a fool, Agnar.

You passed all those that would have you
when you passed the pigs in their sties.

- I want you to get out of here.
- No.

Halt!

- Agnar was my friend.
- Agnar's dead.

This thing has slain more of our people
than we've lost while raiding.

You cannot expect me
to give you my daughter's hand.

He has challenged.
He was born of the clan.

Our laws give him the right
to ask for my hand.

If he wins, I will stand
by those laws.

Freya's still under
this monster's spell.

But no matter, I'll fight him
and make a rug out of his skin.

Please, Father.

Give Agnar another chance.

So be it.

Agnar, no!

Heindall, help Sven.

Shh, Freya. I'm here.

Lie still.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Your face.

You're free now.

Odin has lifted his curse.

Blood to wash away blood.

My soul for your life.

You always had my heart.

I love you, Freya.

I've always loved you.

I know.

Farewell, my love.

She is at peace.

Fire.