All language subtitles for Vikings.S04E18.HDTV.x264-FLEET

Previously on Vikings...

We want blood-revenge
against Aelle.

King Ecbert offered our
father up like a sacrifice,

so we'll do the same thing
to him.

We are going to raise an army and
avenge the death of our father.

I know what your father
would have wanted me to do.

Lagertha is building
some serious defenses.

It doesn't matter
how careful you are,

there will always be
weak places in the defense.

There is much talk of the
revenge of the sons of Ragnar.

I know what to expect.

And we are fully prepared.

I'm not sure you realize the scale
of their possible retribution.

In the name of our dead father,
in the name of Ragnar Lothbrok,

the greatest hero
of our country,

we declare war
on the whole world.

It's almost time
for the great army to leave.

We have to ask the gods
for their help.

We have to prepare sacrifices.

What shall we sacrifice?

This will be the largest army
we have ever sent out.

If the army fails...

If they are defeated
by the Saxons,

our peoples might never recover.

Then I repeat,
what shall we sacrifice?

I think Lagertha means,

"who shall we sacrifice?"

I want to ask you something.

Who will be the leader
of our great army?

Maybe there won't be
a single leader, but many.

Father chose to take me
with him to England.

And what is your point,
little brother, huh?

He told me

that he wanted me
to learn at first hand

something of the Saxon ways.

The landscape, the buildings,

and defenses.

He said it would be useful when
we returned to avenge him.

Are you saying he wanted you
to be our leader?

- Look!
- What? What?

Can't you see her?

Who? See who?

It's her. It is!

No, it's not!

Yes, it is! You know it is!

That was the woman who made me believe
I had to be king of all Norway

before she would marry me.

That is my Princess.

I think of her every day
of my life.

That's her.

Well, then you
ought to go say hello.

Hvitserk!

Brother.

People from Norway,
Sweden, even Denmark.

All to avenge Ragnar.

Never before in memory
has it happened.

Ivar wants to lead the army.

What?

Are you serious?

He just told me. He thinks
our father chose him.

It's not right.

Bjorn should lead the army.

I agree.
Bjorn should be leader.

Then it's settled.

What did you say to Margrethe?

Uh...

I told her that
I've always loved her.

But I understood
you had first claim to her.

Queen Lagertha.

Princess Ellisif from Denmark.

Princess Ellisif.

I'm surprised to see you.

Why? Hasn't the whole world
come to kattegat?

Can it be you have forgotten?

Of course I haven't forgotten.

You saw me, but you did not

bother to come and say hello.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to marry you.

You turned me down.

I wasn't important enough
for you.

But now...

I'm trying to be very important.

And I'm almost there.

Believe me.

- I'm already married.
- And when I succeed,

become king of Norway,

I can cut my hair

and I can marry you.

I'm already married.

To whom are you married,
my beauty?

Him?

Is he a king?

No.

He's...

An Earl in Denmark.

An Earl?

Yes.

But I was already a king

and I was not
good enough for you.

I'm sorry.

You keep saying that.

You're so sorry.

But the point is...

You told me you would wait
and marry me

when I become very...

Important.

But in the meantime,
you marry a nobody!

I have built my entire life
around you.

Everything I have done,
I have done for you,

and the gods.

I have dedicated my life to you.

Please, no!

I love you.

Please don't kill me.

Please.

Who gives this woman away
to her new husband?

I do.

And so I name you man and wife.

And may the gods bless you,

and give you children,

and may they keep
the wolf from the door.

Hmm.

Very good!

And now, the bridal race!

Go, go, go!

You know the rules
of the race, brother.

You have to serve the feast.

Are you going with the army?

Of course.

I have to avenge Ragnar.

He loved me.

But you should stay here
with Tanaruz.

You have new
responsibilities now.

No.

We are coming with you.

- No.
- Yes, we are a family now.

Whatever happens,
we must be together.

But the girl still isn't
eating properly.

She doesn't seem
settled or happy.

It is you
that is not happy, floki.

Something happened to you in Algeciras
and you have not been the same.

What happened to you?

I wish I could say.

Why don't you try?

I don't want to be imprecise.

- It's not a riddle.
- No.

It's a truth.

I just don't know
what the truth is.

The gods haven't revealed it
to me.

Not yet anyway.

Come here, boy!

My horn is empty.

Mine too!

Egil...

You have seen all you needed to?

Enough to know they are not as safe
and secure as they think they are.

Go and make your plans.

We wait to hear of your success,

Earl egil.

You should have killed Ellisif
when you had the chance.

She dishonored you.

I love all of our gods.

All of them.

But I only love two people,

you, my brother,

and my Princess.

If I decide not to kill her,
then...

No one can.

Ah!

To my wife and to my brother.

Why are you looking
at us like that?

I don't think it's fair that I
should keep Margrethe to myself.

It doesn't feel right.

We all wanted her and just
because I'm the oldest...

I know that you like each other.

I can see.

So...

What do you think,

hvitserk?

I think that
you should ask Margrethe.

You're talking about sharing me?

Yes.

How can you not be jealous?

Either of you?

Both of you?

Because we are vikings.

Let's see if it's true.

Come on, then.

This is my marriage night.

Let's go to bed.

Brother! I envy you!

Tonight you will die
and feast with the gods.

You will see Odin and Thor
face to face.

Thank you, my brother.

Heilir, allar gudarnir.

So, Earl Jorgensen,

are you ready to sacrifice your
life to appease and honor the gods?

I am not afraid.

The gods are ready.

I hope that was enjoyable.

Otherwise it's not worth it.

Brothers,

this is my decision.

We refuse to share power with any
of the other kings and earls,

whoever they are,
or however powerful they are.

Least of all, my brothers,

king Harald Finehair
and his brother,

for they are
dedicated to our overthrow.

Is that understood?

We are all
equally Ragnar's sons,

but we are not equal in battle.

So I will take the lead.

I will establish
the battle plans,

and I will give the orders.

Do you understand that?

You don't agree, Ivar?

- I didn't say anything.
- You don't have to.

Your age makes you believe
you know more than you do.

But what do you know?

What have you done?

What battles have you won

and what battles have you lost?

For it is in failure,
my brothers,

that is where we learn the most.

Really?

You don't want to listen,
that is your choice.

But I am the leader
of this great army.

Me!

And you will obey me.

And if you do so, my brothers,

revenge for our father...

Will be ours.

- You came to say goodbye?
- It is time.

Take care of Kattegat.

Farewell, my son.

Again, I place you
in the hands of the gods.

Take care of my mother.

She needs you.

Farewell, torvi,

Mother of my children.

I pray to the gods that I will
see you, and them, again.

- And if not...
- There are no "ifs", Bjorn Ironside.

We shall all see you again.

Where is the king?

- Corpus christi.
- Amen.

- Forgive me, sire...
- Sacrilege!

I was about to receive the body
and blood of Christ our savior!

You are also about to receive
a great heathen army.

They have landed on the coast.

Thank you. Now, get out!

The lord comes
before all things.

- Corpus christi.
- Amen.

They are here.

Who? Who's here?

The great heathen army.

You'd better
listen to me, father.

I am. I'm listening.

This is the army which has come to
revenge the death of Ragnar Lothbrok.

And it's all your fault.

How is it all his fault?

He freed Ragnar's son.

Who would have
told them everything.

Who would have told them that we gave
Ragnar Lothbrok to king Aelle to be killed.

Sometimes,
god does things to test us.

This has nothing to do with god!

This has to do with you.

And with me.

Now, as you are my wife, I could order
you to leave my father and I alone.

But you're not like most wives.

So I simply ask
if you would do so.

You're angry with me.

Of course I'm angry with you.

Most of my life, you've either
manipulated or humiliated me.

You used me
to fulfill your ambition,

while at the same time taking
my wife as your mistress

and forcing me
to adopt her bastard son.

Please, tell me...

What kind of a father are you?

You're not behaving
like a king anymore.

People are already
talking about it.

You're distracted,
you're withdrawn.

You seem unsure, and hesitant,

when once you were firm,
you were strong.

Oh, I am filled with doubts.

And I've begun to believe

that being firm and strong
was the illusion

and that I am unsure now

because it is the most
honest way to be.

Not in the face of
a great heathen army

that are come to destroy us.

That is why I have placed you
in command of our armies.

I trust you completely.

It's why I always used you.

You loved athelstan.

Right?

You love Ragnar Lothbrok.

You love Judith.

Right?

Do you love me, father?

Do you?

Because if you do,
I want you to say so.

I need you to say so.

Please.

Please.

Judith warned us.

She had no need to warn us.
I was already prepared.

I'm still frightened.

It is in the interests
of the northmen

to have a reputation
as great warriors.

It's half the battle.

It sows the seeds of fear
in those who oppose them.

But, believe me, I'm not afraid.

I don't believe
in their reputation.

God knows, I hope it is the sons of
Ragnar who have landed on our shores.

For I have prepared a very
special welcome for them.

They're about to discover they can
no longer attack us with impunity.

- Amen.
- Amen.

My lord bishop,
let us go to war!

Behold, a people shall come
from the north,

and a great nation,
and many kings

shall be raised up
from the coasts of the earth.

They shall hold the bow
and the Lance,

they are cruel,
and will not show mercy...

Not such a great army,
after all, my lord bishop.

Archers!

What do you think, your grace?

Can we not expect to dispose of
these heathens quite easily?

God help us!

I don't think he can.

Ragnar!

This is where
our father was killed.

I've been told
your god is a carpenter.

And guess what? So am I.

Christ!

How the little piggies
will grunt,

when they hear
how the older boar suffered!