All language subtitles for Vikings.S03E01.EXTENDED.720p.BluRay.x264-SiNNERS

(BONES RATTLING)

What is it you wish
to ask the gods?

Will I ever bear
another child, o wise one?

I cannot see another child.
No matter how far I look.

Then what do you see?

(SEER INHALES DEEPLY)

I see a harvest
celebrated in blood.

I see a trickster
whose weapon cleaves you.

I see a city
made of marble.

And a burning,
broiling ocean.

Not one of your prophecies
do I understand.

It is the way
of prophecy.

Only to be understood
when it has happened,

and it is too late
to change it.

When will I die?

Frigg, the wife of Odin, has
already made a decision.

But it has not yet
been vouchsafed to me.

Come back
another day,

Earl and shield-maiden,

and perhaps I may tell you

exactly the moment
of your death.

LOTHBROK: When the ice finally
breaks, we will go back to Wessex

and claim the land
that King Ecbert promised us.

You know, that was
always my dream.

(EXCLAIMS SHARPLY)

I feel
my blood warming.

I want to fight.
I want to raid.

Why do you want
to fight?

And what are
you fighting for?

That.

(SIGHS)

What do you see?

Power.

The power
of a king.

Power is
always dangerous.

It attracts the worst.

And corrupts the best.

I never asked
for power.

Power is only
given to those

who are prepared to lower
themselves to pick it up.

(IF I HAD A HEART PLAYING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

LAGERTHA: Einar.

Sit down, Kalf.

Will you come
with me to Wessex?

No, Earl Ingstad.

Why not?

Don't you want
to win renown?

Of course I do.

But someone
has to remain

and look after
all your territories,

and all of your
interests here.

I believe you trust me
to do this.

I do.

In this last year you have
earned my trust in many ways.

When your mother was dying, I promised
that I would take care of you

but sometimes it seems
the other way around.

I have received
another offer of marriage.

Egill Sokkason has
proposed himself.

You could do worse.

He has a good
turf-cutting business.

At least I'd be
warm all winter.

(LAUGHS)

Why don't you offer
to marry me, Kalf?

You've made yourself almost
indispensable to me.

I have nothing to offer
you but a capable head.

Let me be the judge
of that.

People would assume that I'd sought
the marriage out of ambition.

It would do neither
of us any good.

Tell me about Einar.

Einar still
hates you.

He continues trying to
persuade members of his family

to rise up against you

and restore
the old dynasty.

What to do?

I was thinking how it will be
on board one of these ships.

Sailing across
the sea to England.

We have not talked
about it yet.

I am not sure I want you
to come with us to Wessex.

I am ready.

I have endured many
hours of training.

Lagertha herself
even helped me.

But what if you are
with child already?

If I lost you,

then I would also
lose my child.

I am coming with you!

You can't stop me.

(BOYS LAUGHING) LOTHBROK: I'm
going to cook you little piggies.

Oh... and eat you
for dinner.

Whoa!
(BOY SHOUTING)

(YELLING)

(GROANING)
(BOYS LAUGHING)

What are you laughing at?

Ahh!

(LAUGHING STOPS)

(IVAR CRYING)

Please don't stop
playing on our account.

Oh, yeah,
we had finished.

Oh...

How is Boneless?

Ivar is what he is.
You know that.

Me and the boys.

You and the boys.

Yes.

Me and the boys.
(IVAR CRYING)

You know I live for my sons.

All of them?

I know you
love your sons, Ragnar.

You don't need to tell me.

(IVAR COUGHS)

(FLOKI GIGGLING)

We are such a happy family.

And what is wrong
with that, Floki?

Families are
not happy.

Name me one family
which is happy.

Ragnar's.

(GIGGLES) Which one?

HELGA: Just look
at her.

Yeah, but it makes
me too happy, Helga.

You don't love
your daughter?

No, that's not
what I meant.

That's not...

Well, then explain
it to me!

I feel trapped,
in all this happiness.

I feel trapped,
Helga.

We do not want
to trap you, Floki.

If you want to leave us,
you should leave.

You're too reasonable,
Helga. It doesn't help.

Why are you not angry
with me?

Yes, I am angry
with you, Floki.

But it doesn't
help either.

Perhaps when you get back from
Wessex you will see sense.

Perhaps I will die
in Wessex.

Where are you going?

Away! Just away!

You're so horribly good, Helga!

(IVAR WAILING)

LOTHBROK: What is
the matter with him?

(ASLAUG SCOFFS)

How do I know?

But you see
how he suffers.

(VOICE BREAKING) And I
cannot make it better.

Do you even care?

Yes, I care.

(ASLAUG SNIFFLES)

(SOFTLY)
Do you love him?

Of course I love him.

Do you love me?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BELLS JINGLING)

(CROWD STOMPING)

She's gone.

Now we can talk.

Talk of what, Einar?

Of betrayal,
of murder?

(SCOFFS)
No, not with me.

That's all I have.
All right.

Thank you.
Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Do you offer me
no warmth now, Siggy?

(SIGHS)

What do you expect?

(SCOFFS)

Sometimes, I remember when
I could have been a queen.

Now look what I have.

You mean me.

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

If Lagertha and I were to

invite you to
share our bed today...

would you still refuse us,
even today?

(CHUCKLES)

LOTHBROK: I know you well,
my friend.

And I know
what tortures you.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

But what choice
do you have?

You can neither hide
from your God, nor ours.

I suffer from
that same dilemma,

only in reverse.

We will go together
to Wessex

and you will be
my John the, um...

The Baptist?

John the Baptist, yes.

Wherever you go,

I will follow.

Perhaps I'll even
put my hair like a monk.

(CHUCKLES)

Go and get warm.

What are you doing?

I'm following you, John.

BJORN:
Torstein!

TORSTEIN: I have a problem.

Two women. Both claim to
be carrying my child.

Is it possible?

(SCOFFING)

ROLLO: Why don't you
marry both of them?

Take one as a wife,
the other as a...

Concubine?
TORSTEIN: No.

They hate each other.

They want to kill
each other. Or kill me.

Please, just tell me, when
are we sailing out of here?

(GRUNTS)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

(HORN BLOWING)

FLOKI: Rollo!

You cannot understand!
I'm so happy!

I'm so happy
we're leaving.

(LAUGHING)

Believe me, Floki,

I understand completely.

FLOKI: What have
I told you, Torstein?

Always keep that
ax in your pants,

if you want to avoid troubles.
(GIGGLES)

BJORN: Well, some of us

have to bring our
troubles with us.

(INDISTINCT)

She wanted
to come with us?

I could not stop her.

She reminds me of
someone else I know.

(CROWD CHEERING)
(DRUMS BEATING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

KALF: Time to die, Einar.

I want to die with
an ax in my hand.

As though I had died in battle.

Surely you won't deny me that?
(CHUCKLES)

You're joking.

Why would a man about to die
joke about such things?

Will you give me
the ax, or not?

Your gift was foolish.

I don't think you'll
use it against me.

Oh, why not?

If you kill
an unarmed man,

then you really are the coward
Lagertha thinks you are.

But, in any case,

would you really kill
your own Earl?

My Earl?

Persuade your family
to support me as Earl,

and we will get rid of the
woman who usurped your uncle.

What does she do
for us?

She goes raiding
with Ragnar Lothbrok.

I had no idea.

And that is
the beauty of it.

Ragnar and Lagertha

talk only of farming.

Farming.

Who wants to go
places and farm?

Where is the glory
in that, Einar?

Where is the glory in that?

(HORSES NEIGHING)

ECBERT: Welcome near!

I bid you all welcome.

Earl Ragnar.

ATHELSTAN:
He is King now.

King Ragnar Lothbrok.

What happened
to King Horik?

He met with a, uh,

unfortunate accident.

Then we are truly equal.

It is my pleasure to feed you and
prove the bounty of our Earth.

What has happened
to our people

who chose to fight
for Mercia?

Unfortunately,
the forces of my uncle

and younger brother
have prevailed.

But if you, Ragnar Lothbrok,
and you, Lagertha,

would join with us,
I am sure of victory.

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(LAGERTHA IN NATIVE TONGUE)

ECBERT: Um, King Ragnar,
I have given you land.

Let me tell you the truth,
as God is my witness,

some of my nobles do not
agree with what I have done.

They are afraid.

But I am determined
to honor our treaty.

In return,
some of you, at least,

must fight
for Princess Kwenthrith.

(INHALING)

That is not part of
our original agreement,

but...

In good faith,

and in hopes

of creating
a long and prosperous

friendship,

I will fight.

But I cannot speak
for the others.

(CLEARS THROAT)

AETHELWULF: I will fight,

alongside these pagans.

For Mercia.

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

Bjorn?

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(FLOKI IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(WHISPERING) All have
agreed, except Lagertha.

Earl?

(WHISPERING) Go and translate
to Lagertha for me.

In order to establish
the settlement here in Wessex,

I need the help of
one of your leaders.

A strong leader.

Someone that my nobles
will respect.

(TRANSLATING IN
NATIVE TONGUE)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

She agrees
to remain in Wessex,

to establish the settlement
and to help farm the land.

ECBERT: And you also
must stay, Athelstan.

You can speak for all sides.
We need you.

I need you.

I trust you more
than anyone else.

I think you should stay.

Then I shall stay.

Skol!

ALL: Skol!

Athelstan...

I rejoice with all my heart
to see you again.

How are you?

Within yourself?

I'm well, sire.

Thank God.

ECBERT:
You left this behind.

I...

Go on, take it.

(SIGHS)

May the gods go with you
and protect you, my son.

Princess.

I just wanted to wish you and
your people good fortune.

My prayers
go with you.

Thank you, my lady.

May I touch
your hand?

My hand?

They told me
you were crucified.

And you still bear the
stigmata of Christ.

It's not true.

Then why not show me your hand?

I...

It is true.

I bid you
goodbye, wife.

Fare you well,
husband.

Go safely.

Take care of our child.

And wait patiently
for my return.

You do not have to come with us.

You can go with Lagertha
and the other settlers.

(SIGHS)

I love you.

And I think you are
already with child.

(LAUGHS)

(MAN SHOUTING)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

Away.

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(TRANSLATING IN
NATIVE TONGUE)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

Are you happy about
doing this, brother?

(CHUCKLES)

Since when does any of this have
anything to do with my happiness?

Tell me about your uncle.

KWENTHRITH: My uncle's
name is Brihtwulf.

Though he calls himself
King Brihtwulf now.

He has no right to do so.

He has usurped my crown.

And your younger brother?

His name is Burgred.

We were always close.
And I love him.

Then why does he fight
against you?

My uncle has poisoned
his mind

or used some magic
against him.

Magic?

Has no one ever used magic
against you,

Ragnar Lothbrok?

Think.

A wife?
A brother? A friend?

I have been deceived
many times,

but magic was not
the cause of it.

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(TRANSLATING IN
NATIVE TONGUE)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(TRANSLATING IN
NATIVE TONGUE)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(TRANSLATING IN
NATIVE TONGUE)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)

TORSTEIN:
Ooh, that I could have her.

I'd marry her tomorrow.

And we'd have lots of children

and be true to each other,

forever.
(FLOKI CHUCKLING)

A creaking bow,
a burning flame...

Tide on the ebb,
new ice, a coiled snake.

The sons of a king,
an ailing calf,

a witch's flattery.

No man should be such a fool
as to trust these things.

FLOKI: No man should trust
the word of a woman.

The hearts of women were
turned on a whirling wheel.

To love a fickle woman
is like setting out

over ice with
a two-year-old colt.

Or sailing a ship
without a rudder.

Whatever my father says,

I can't bring myself
to trust these pagans.

Their way of life is crude,
primitive, ignorant.

They have not been redeemed by
our savior's love and sacrifice.

They are like the
creatures of the fields.

I too loved someone
in the same way once.

I sat among the reeds,

waiting and waiting
for my love.

I prized that woman
as much as my own life.

Lot of good it did me.

And what did you get
from sitting in the reeds,

but a wet arse.

(LAUGHING)

I would say, let no man mock another
over what touches many men.

Time and again the wise
are fettered by beauty.

They ache with love-longing.

Lucky are the fools
like you, Torstein,

who remain unmoved and free.

(LAUGHING)

(MEN CHEERING)

AETHELWULF:
One day will come a reckoning.

It is just not possible
to imagine a world

in which there is both
one god and several.

One of us must be right.

The Lord sayeth, "I am the
way, the truth, the light."

(MAN SPEAKING
IN NATIVE TONGUE)

He says that the armies of
my uncle and younger brother

are already
assembled up river.

They wait for us.

We will soon be in Mercia,
and you must fight for me.

And if you are victorious,
I promise that

I shall give you something worth
more than land or riches.

(ARROW SWISHING)
(GRUNTS)

(ARROWS WHISTLING)

Shield!

Get down!

MAN: Keep rowing!

Row!
(GASPS)

Was that your god, or mine?

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(GASPS)

MAN: Get ready!

Whose army is that?

They belong to my
Uncle Brihtwulf.

And that?

KWENTHRITH:
My brother Burgred.

That is a considerable
force, father.

ROLLO: If you want to
change your mind, brother,

now is the time!

(ECBERT SPEAKING IN
NATIVE TONGUE)

ATHELSTAN: King Ecbert says
that all this land is yours,

from here to the horizon.

There are many farms on this land
for you to take possession of.

(ECBERT SPEAKING IN
NATIVE TONGUE)

He wants us
to live in peace.

For that is the future
for all of us now.

The forces on the right bank are
much smaller than those on the left.

And as far as I can see,
there is no bridge.

There is no way the two armies
can easily rejoin.

We attack your uncle.

Now stay out of our way.

Sound the horn.

(HORN BLOWING)

Concentrate the full attack
on the right bank.

Starboard!

KING BRIHTWULF: They're turning towards us.
Sound the horns!

(HORNS BLOWING)

MAN: Row!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Why are they just
attacking my uncle?

MAN: All to the shore!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Prepare for battle!

BURGRED: Don't just stand
and stare. Fire at them!

Archers!

Draw!

Loose!

I cannot help him.

Archers!

Draw!

Shields!

Raise shields!

Loose!

Draw!

Loose!

Thread your arrows!

Spearmen!

(MEN YELLING)

Spears!

(ALL YELLING)

Don't let them get ashore!

(GRUNTING)

Attack!

(ALL YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

Torstein!

(SOLDIERS YELLING)

Uncle!

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(YELPS)

(SOBS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(SIGHS)