All language subtitles for Vikings_S04E08_Portage

RAGNAR:
Previously on Vikings...

Your brother stands
between us and Paris.

CHARLES:
Stay close to Count Odo.

Report to me anything which
might signal his treachery.

I will have him killed
and I will replace him.

-You will be the Emperor?
-(GRUNTS)

WIGSTAN: My family. The dregs
of a once-illustrious name.

You will be king
of Wessex and Mercia.

Is that you, Harbard?

I often dream of you.

Shields! Shields!

BJORN: Row! Row away!

This is
how you repay my love?

Give me some
of that Chinese medicine.

(IF I HAD A HEART PLAYING)

♪ 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 ♪

(WIND BLOWING)

HARALDSON: I cannot believe
this is happening.

We bought into the magic
of Ragnar Lothbrok.

We thought no one
could stand in his way.

In our world,
we cannot accept compromise.

We cannot accept failure.

Someone is always
responsible for failure.

If I were you,

I wouldn't talk about
Ragnar Lothbrok

like that to my face.

(INHALES)

You know this weakens you.

This weakens you in every way.

(BELL TOLLING)

Count Odo,
I am forever in your debt.

The tribute should not
all go to me, Your Highness,

but to your warriors
and soldiers

who have surpassed
themselves in courage,

and proved themselves
worthy successors

to the armies of Charlemagne.

You are the savior of Paris.

Tell me, what can I
give you as a reward?

It distresses me to
say so, your Highness,

but I fear the trust
you have placed

in the Northman Rollo
is misplaced.

How so?
Has he not guided us well?

Well, it's true he has
contributed

to the defeat
of his brother.

But that was not
for the sake of Paris.

It was a quarrel between them.

And now Rollo
has the upper hand,

I fear he may revert
to his instincts.

Rollo's conversion
to Christianity is a joke.

For there is nothing else
in the mind of the pagan Rollo

but the destruction
of Paris and its Emperor.

-You may be right.
-COUNT ODO: I am right.

And Roland can confirm it.

I believe we can no more trust
him than trust a wild boar.

In any case, Your Highness,
he has now served his purpose.

Then?

Then you must use your
power and proceed quickly.

Arrest Rollo before
he can savor

and celebrate his triumph.

Or before he escapes
to raise an army against us.

-But my daughter...
-Will get over it.

She is young and can entertain
the prospect of a more...

Civilized marriage.

I am grateful
for your honesty,

as well as your valor,
Count Odo.

Let me reflect on this
for a while.

(HORSES NEIGHING)

CAPTAIN: Open the gates!

EDMUND: E nomine patris.

Et filii et
spiritus sancti, amen.

God bless the King!

CROWD: God bless the King!
God bless the King!

Thank you, your Grace.
I feel blessed indeed.

We have won
a great victory in Mercia!

-God be praised!
-CROWD: God be praised!

And there is
no more Ruling Council?

Not when the councilors
all lie abed in the earth, no.

(KWENTHRITH LAUGHS)

And Wigstan?

He has renounced
all this world

and gone on
a final pilgrimage to Rome.

-I let him.
-Then I am Queen again!

Judith, have you any news
of your husband or of Alfred?

No, Sire. There is no news.

We must hold a special mass
to pray for them.

But I know the boy is safe.

Athelstan walks beside him,
every step, every mile.

Of that, I am most certain.

And now, forgive me.
I am weary and must rest.

(CROWD CHATTERING)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(SHIPS CREAKING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Bjorn!

What?

Tell everyone.
We're going to make camp here.

Why would we camp here?

-Just do it.
-I want to know why.

You don't need to know why.

Sound the horns!
We camp here!

(HORN BLARING)

(OARS SPLASHING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

LAGERTHA:
What are we doing here?

HARALDSON: Yes.
We also want to know.

What is the point
of making camp here?

When we ought to
be continuing downriver.

When we came up, we saw
a few sizeable settlements.

They were ripe for attacking.

At least we wouldn't
go home empty-handed!

But they are not Paris.

We left Paris behind.

-Maybe you have, but I haven't.
-What do you mean?

What I say.

Nobody here understands what
you're saying, King Ragnar.

Well, then maybe they ought
to listen, instead of talking.

We are going to
lift the boats up the cliff.

Then we are going to carry them
across the mountains,

past the forts,

and then simply slide them back
into the river. Upstream.

HARALDSON:
Carry them? Up there?

Yes.

Up there.

You can do that,
can't you, Floki?

Or am I wrong?

No.

I can do it, Ragnar.
I can do it for you.

Everything I do,
Ragnar, is for you.

Let's empty the boats.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(LAUGHTER)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

-Sigurd.
-What?

Are you not hungry?

-What's wrong with you?
-(CHUCKLES)

Don't you like to listen
to Harbard's stories?

Why don't you tell me
what's wrong? Hmm?

Is it something to do with me?

I wish my father was here.

Everything is strange.

Hey, boy! Sigurd!

-Let him go.
-You don't understand.

I want to tell him
that I love him.

He has the wrong idea.

I love all of you.

(BELL TOLLING)

My Lord,

I trust you are well rested
after such great exertions.

Forgive me, I had to
come and see you.

We have important matters
to discuss between us.

Indeed.

You know, of course,
that I am with child.

And who, pray, is the father?

Your son, Aethelwulf.

-My son?
-Yes.

After he rescued me,
we formed an attachment.

A sincere attachment.

How strange life is.

-Have you told Judith?
-I have told no one but you.

I also need to return
to Mercia,

as her true queen,
by your good graces.

You are no longer
Queen of Mercia.

But if, if the council are all
dead and Wigstan is gone then...

You are no longer the Queen,
because I am the King.

You are the King of Mercia?

And of Wessex together. Yes.

Waerferth.

Before they were
unfortunately put to death,

the members of
the Ruling Council,

along with your family,

were obliged to put their
seals to these documents,

whereby Lord Wigstan,

in the presence of the laity
and the clergy of Mercia,

accepted both your
abdication from the throne

and my assumption of it.

What?

As you see,
the devices are legal,

the documents, binding.

Both in the eyes
of men and of God.

No! You are a monster!

I always knew.

But, until this moment,

I never realized
how truly monstrous you are!

My own sins seem so trivial,
so unimpressive!

How do you sleep
at night, Lord Ecbert?

How do you sleep?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Your Grace,
I wish to commend you

for everything you've done
for me, and for Paris.

And for me.

I gave you my word.
And I kept it.

Then I drink to you,

and salute you,
and thank God for you.

Amen!

The defeat of Ragnar Lothbrok
will resound down the ages.

What defeat?

As long as my brother is still
alive, he is not defeated.

He has retreated.

His chance to attack again
has diminished.

And in the meantime,
we can continue

to build
our defenses against him.

You talk as if you no longer
need me to protect you.

I do not wish to give you
that impression.

You should also know that
I am carrying Rollo's child.

(INHALES)

How strange life is.

(BELL TOLLING)

So let me drink
to the first child...

(CHUCKLES)

of our
Frankish Viking alliance.

Long may it continue.

Salut.

Good afternoon.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

THERESE: I have not seen you
for a long time.

I suppose you are
bored with me.

You are very amusing, Therese,

but I was busy fighting the
Northmen. Did nobody tell you?

Of course they told me.

You are a great hero.

But still, since you
returned to the city,

you've made
no effort to see me.

And, in the meantime, I have
had an interesting idea.

What idea?

I thought, for once, you might
like me to whip you.

Of course,
you can choose the whip.

And you will always be
able to tell me when to stop.

But I would prefer
to decide that for myself.

You are right.
The idea appeals.

(INHALES)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(ROPES CREAKING)

VIKING: Hand me two of those!

Keep them coming.

VIKINGS: Pull! Pull! Pull!

VIKING:
It's already off the cliff!

VIKING:
What do you want me to do?

VIKING 2: Take the rope.
Tie it off.

VIKING 3:
Do you want me to help you?

Let me take this for you.

VIKING 4: I have it.
You take that one.

VIKING 3:
Ah, you had better say that.

VIKING 3: Grab the other side.
Grab it!

HARALDSON: You're insane,
Ragnar Lothbrok.

You're insane. Because this is
beautiful. It's beautiful.

After everything we heard
and thought,

we still
underestimated you.

We feel stupid.
I feel stupid right enough.

But we're honored
to be here with you.

Doing the impossible.

(VIKINGS GROANING)

Sigurd, stop!

-Where are you taking me?
-You have to come.

(GOATS BLEATING)

(WOMEN CHUCKLING)

Are you ready?

Yes.

Strike.

-(GRUNTS)
-(SCOFFS)

Harder!

-Are you sure?
-Yes, yes.

Much harder!
I barely felt that.

-(GRUNTS)
-(LAUGHS)

No, no, no. Harder!

If you insist.

-(WHIP LASHES)
-(SCREAMS AND GROANS)

(GASPING)

-Roland?
-ROLAND: Poor Odo.

-Who would have thought?
-How could you?

You are like a son to me.

-Really?
-(PANTING)

No, no, Roland.
No, I beg you. Please

-(SHUSHING)
-(GAGGING)

(STRUGGLING)

-(GRUNTS)
-(YELLING)

-(WHIP LASHING)
-(COUNT ODO YELLING)

(MUFFLED GROANING)

(WHIMPERS)

(COUNT ODO GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BELL TOLLING)

Judith.

No, do not smile.

You'll not want to smile after
I've made my confession.

What are you talking about?

You know that the child
I carry is by your husband.

Yes, I know my husband
lay with you.

And I forgive you.

Both he and you,
for Christian charity,

and, and for love.

Sweet Judith.

Judith, I need your help.

-I am betrayed.
-Betrayed?

-By whom?
-By the King.

He has made himself
King of Mercia, at my expense.

And now I am nothing.

Ecbert did this to you?
Dear God.

-What will you do?
-I cannot stay here.

I will take Magnus
and I will go away.

-Where?
-Somewhere.

Anywhere that Ecbert
is not King.

But, Judith, I need
your help to escape.

Will you help me?

Thank you, my friend.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

-(ASLAUG SCREAMING)
-(UTENSILS CLATTERING)

(UTENSILS SHATTERING)

(ASLAUG SCREAMING)

(ASLAUG WEEPING)

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

No! No!

No, no, no.

Stop it! Stop! Stop now!

-Stop, stop, stop.
-(ASLAUG CRYING)

Why are you so angry,
little one?

Huh! You don't know?
You don't know why?

What have I done
to you? Hmm?

I haven't done
anything to you.

I love you.

How can you love me
when you sleep

with every woman in Kattegat?

Oh, I don't sleep
with every woman.

Only those who need me.

-(EXCLAIMING)
-Enough now.

Enough, enough!

I do not love these other
women as I love you, hmm?

I have sex with them
to free them

of their devils and their fears.

I take their troubles
upon myself,

as I took Ivar's pains
upon myself.

Everything I do is holy.

That's why you called me back.

I heard you calling to me

across empty oceans
and vast deserts.

That is why I returned.

I try to live like the gods.

I reject everything
of this world...

Honor and glory,
love of oneself, even shame.

I only care about
the will of the gods.

Only then can everything
worldly pass away,

can the voices
of the gods be heard.

And then their spirit
dwells in me,

and I feel the ability
to heal and prophecy.

And take on the sins
of the world...

Upon myself.

I have broken my life
for your sake!

I do not know
if you are a god,

(MOANS) but all I longed for
was your presence,

and your caresses.

I will always be with you,
little one. Always.

But do not try
to possess me, hmm?

Because possession
is the opposite of love.

Give this to Ivar. Hmm?

Where are you going?

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Do you still think
the moon is a god?

You know, of course,
about Kwenthrith and my son?

I also know that
you have taken

the crown of Mercia
from her head.

I had no choice. None.

No one in Mercia was ever going
to accept her as Queen again.

Even had I wanted
to reinstate...

But you didn't
want to, did you?

You'd worked it out
before with Waerferth.

Everything had been arranged.

-Isn't that true?
-It's true.

And I ask your forgiveness.

-My forgiveness?
-Yes.

Because I cannot
ask for God's.

I know I'm already
beyond that.

But if only you
will understand.

Why me?

I love you.

I know you may treat this
statement as compromised.

Disingenuous.
Perhaps even as a lie.

And why shouldn't you?

But the funny thing is...

It's true.

I have lied about
many, many things,

both to others and to myself.

But I find to my surprise...

that I cannot lie to you,

nor escape your judgment.

Please, Judith...

Don't forsake me!

BJORN: Pull! Up!

(VIKINGS GRUNTING)

-Slow!
-WOMAN: Ah! Help me!

That's it!

Here!

(MEN GRUNTING)

That's good!

Erlendur! No!

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

-Pull!
-WOMAN: Pull!

(EXHALES)

Pull!

Count Odo has been executed,
by my order,

for disloyalty
and high treason.

He deceived me, even though
I trusted and rewarded him.

And for such
deception and treachery,

there can only ever be
one punishment.

Your Grace will now be
entrusted completely

with the defense of our realm.

This is the Iron Hand
of Frankia.

I give it to Your Grace

as a symbol of my favor.

(BELL TOLLING)

GISLA: Thank you, Father.

You have made
the right choice.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Wait.

Come here.

(BELL TOLLING)

Why did you look at me
that way?

In that fashion?

(SOFTLY) Why should
you pity me?

I think you carry a
terrible burden.

And you carry it alone.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

-Halt, my Lady! Come with us!
-No! Let go!

-Magnus!
-Clear a path!

-Magnus! Wait! Let go of me!
-Make way! Make way!

Magnus! Let go of me!

Magnus!

You must understand that
I cannot allow you to leave.

Especially not with Magnus.

What difference
does it make to you?

It makes every difference.

Magnus is the son of
Ragnar Lothbrok.

When Ragnar Lothbrok
returns to this island,

as well he might,

I want to show him the son

that I have cared
for and protected.

You also carry my son's child.

Am I not entitled to show
an interest in his future?

And besides, where on earth
did you intend to go?

I intended to go as far away
from you as possible.

That is not acceptable.

You will stay here
and be confined.

I will place guards
around the villa.

Do not expect to escape.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(PANTING)

Helga.

(SOFTLY) Helga.

I have to leave.

Leave?

We must cross the mountains.

But you will be safe here.

You stay here. Get well.

I don't mind.

But don't die, Floki.

(SNIFFLING)

(PANTING)

Ah.

I'm leaving.

I need you to give me
what you have left.

There's nothing left.

You're lying again.

Let me tell you...

The only reason that I wanted
you to come

was because of the medicine.

I am here because you said
I was a free woman.

I never said that
you were free.

I said that you could come

and go as you please.

You're a liar.

You've lied to me and
you've lied to your people.

But you made the mistake of
telling me your secret about

the slaughter of
the families in Wessex.

-(GRUNTING)
-(STRUGGLING)

(RAGNAR BREATHING HEAVILY)

It's all right.
It's all right.

(EXHALES)

Now, make sure that you disguise
the boats from the Franks.

Take care of Helga. Huh.

(SOFTLY) Hide yourselves well.

Go on.

Go on.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

-MAN: Heave!
-ALL: Heave!

MAN: Heave!

ALL: Heave!

MAN: Pull!

ALL: Heave! Heave! Heave...

VIKING: Pull! Pull it!

Pull there!

-Heave! Heave! Heave!
-(CHANTING IN OLD NORSE)

MAN: Pull!

ALL: Heave! Heave! Heave!

MAN: Slow!

Release!

-MAN: More rope!
-(GRUNTING)

Good night, sweet Magnus.

(WHISPERS) My sweet child.

Wait!

You have been forbidden
from entering.

I must see the King.

-It is impossible.
-(GASPS)

Hyah!

(STRUGGLING)

(SHUDDERING)

(MUFFLED GROANING)

(STRUGGLING)

(GROANING)

(GASPS)

Things could have been
so much better.

(SHUDDERING) Things
could always be better.

(GROANING)

(SHUDDERING)

How does it feel to be
so close to death,

Mighty King Ecbert?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You know that I will kill you.

One stab and my unborn child
is the future ruler of Wessex.

Of course you could kill me.

But if you kill me, my guards
will kill you,

with no questions asked.

(LAUGHING)

(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)

(SOBBING)

Do you know what would have
been better for me?

Can you even imagine?

To have been born a man.

-(STABBING)
-(GASPING)

(GROANING)

(GAGGING)

Poor Judith.
You have killed twice over.

(GASPING)

Look what you have
made me become.

(MUSIC PLAYING)