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The wolf is coming!

I'll get you!

Ansgar!

Ansgar!

Ansgar, hold still!

Hey, little brother.

Are you hunting?

Show me how fierce you are!

What do you hope to catch like that?

A mouse? A frog?

Father.

Thusnelda, leave your brother alone and come.

He'll be here soon.

Unbind your hair.

The Cherusci welcome you, Reik Hadgan.

Your long journey was not for nothing. You will be very pleased.

Pelvis is a bit narrow.

Good teeth.

Strong muscles.

And a firm fist.

Don't grab her hair, Hadgan. She doesn't belong to you yet.

-We need to discuss the price. -Don't start again.

The bride price is set. Five horses.

In these times?

For such a skinny woman?

Think it over.

I'll see you to the gate.

Want me to stab him for you?

I'll do it myself.

The price is high, but I'll take her.

You aren't just getting a wife, Hadgan. You're getting an alliance.

I'll come fetch her in half a moon.

She'll submit. You'll see.

Augustus, emperor of the holy city of Rome,

has appointed a new governor for Germania:

Senator Publius Quinctilius Varus.

-Do you understand what he's saying? -No.

Fuck, these brutes don't understand a word.

From now on,

Rome will no longer waive your tribute.

Segestes, what's he saying?

The Romans want tribute.

Varus requires every tribe to pay the value

of 20 cows

or 50 hundredweights of grain.

They want livestock and grain.

Are you blind?

Do you see anything to take here?

What?

Say that again.

He says to say that again.

You have three days.

They're giving us three days.

What?

Why are the Romans breaking the treaty? We are at peace with Rome!

We don't pay tribute.

I've had it!

I didn't sacrifice my sons for Rome to bleed us dry.

What can you do?

The Romans outmatch us. I don't need to remind you by how much.

No, you don't, Segestes.

-The mother of your sons… -Don't speak of my wife! Or my sons!

Send messengers.

To every tribe.

We're calling a folkmoot. Everyone will have a voice.

There's no point.

You'll never get the tribes to agree.

I will bind them all by oath to fight.

We give the Romans nothing.

You are the reik.

Reiks!

The Romans are now demanding tribute from all Germans.

Tonight we must make a decision.

Will we let ourselves be subjugated by the Romans,

or will we fight back?

Germans?

Since when are we Germans?

That's what the Romans call us…

because they can't tell us apart.

Then they're blind!

I have nothing in common with you Cherusci.

-Or with the goat-thieving Marsi. -Take that back!

I'd rather drink piss.

-Open your mouth! -Stop it!

What's wrong with you all?

No spilling of blood at the folkmoot.

What do we get if we pay this tribute?

-Yeah? -More overfed Romans.

I say enough is enough.

I say we fight!

You want to fight the greatest army in the world?

Why not just bash your own heads in?

There are 10,000 Romans here.

5,000 are crossing the Lippe right now. Understand? Or are you stupid?

What we need is peace.

I shit on your stinking peace.

I will pay no tribute!

Never!

Never!

What do you say, Reik?

We have an alliance with Rome.

And you sacrificed much for it.

Aldarich of the Marsi.

No war with the Romans.

We haven't heard from Hadgan of the Chatti yet.

No war with Rome.

The tribes are not in agreement.

What do you say, Reik?

Will the Cherusci fight?

Without the support of everyone?

We keep the peace.

You, at the folkmoot?

Yeah, so?

You won't say that once you've been punished.

Worse than being touched by you?

Yeah.

None of you have any balls.

My brother's braver than those old farts.

But you're his sister.

And you're a woman.

-And our reik is no real man. -Careful, Thusnelda.

I swore an oath to Segimer.

You know that.

We swore one to each other too.

Or does this mean nothing?

Then report me to the reik.

I will.

-Then do it. -Yeah, I will.

Go ahead.

-I will. -Go on.

-I will. -Go on.

-I will. -Go on.

-I will. -Go on.

-I will. -Go on.

-I will. -Go on.

Hey.

-I have to go. -Yeah.

I'm so tired of hiding this.

Folkwin…

Yes?

My father has a groom for me.

Who?

A reik.

Who?

Hadgan.

The ugly Chatti?

The reik of the Chatti.

You are a swordsman.

Your father is a brewer.

My father is a lord.

Your father is a damn Rome-lover

who wants to stab our reik in the back, and to…

sell you like an ox.

But what can we do?

Just run away?

Yes.

I'll steal you.

Right now.

Come on.

Come on.

Folkwin…

I want you.

But they'll cast us out.

You don't want that.

Maybe the Romans will get him.

Finally, you're here, my son.

Welcome to Germania.

It's good to see you again after all this time.

I can really use your strategic mind in this crazy land.

Come here, you little berserker.

Do you know what day it is?

Today is the day…

we sacrifice you to the gods.

First, I'll throw you into the swamp…

and then Wodan will come.

And he will gnaw the flesh…

from your bones.

And in return, we'll get sunshine.

For days and days.

Oh... Oh, no.

Hey.

So long as I live,

nothing will happen to you.

Okay, little brother?

I promise. What does the wolf say?

What does the wolf say?

Folkwin, we're to gather the tribute.

-Reik's orders. -No.

Go.

We don't have have enough for ourselves, Mother.

If the reik wants peace, you'll give your last goat.

Bring the sheep too.

Where's the rest?

I asked you a question. Where is the rest?

-Fine, take it back! Go get drunk instead! -Leave my father alone.

You are not the reik.

Romans.

That's not even enough to wipe my ass with.

He thanks us for our cooperation…

but he isn't satisfied.

Go!

What's happening?

Hey.

Segestes, tell them to stop.

We have nothing else to give!

You can't do this!

This isn't even close to what Rome requires.

He says it isn't enough.

We kept our end of the treaty and Rome will keep theirs.

Governor Varus expects a demonstration of your loyalty to Rome.

Your leader should kiss our standard.

He wants you to kiss their eagle.

Go on.

On your knees.

Reik.

No!

-Calm yourself. -What are you doing?

No!

Let me go!

Rome wants a sign of our friendship?

Fine!

Rome victorious!

Rome victorious!

No!

Please!

Mother, I didn't want this.

Women of the Wood…

take this sacrifice.

Mother of Blood…

give me courage…

and strength…

until my brother is avenged.

Mother of Fire…

burn doubt and hesitation…

until my brother is avenged.

And Sister of Rage…

send me those horrible twins…

Ruin and Death.

Be a good sister to me.

Not like I was.

Not like me.

Most of the tribes have submitted and paid the tribute.

But not him.

But not him.

I'll give you one more chance, barbarian.

Metellus.

The tribes don't understand this.

According to their law, a man cannot sentence another man to die.

There is no Germanic law.

There is only Rome.

They must learn.

Ansgar is favored by the gods.

Because he survived?

Because he was in the kingdom of the dead, and has returned.

It seems there is still something he is supposed to do up here.

What am I supposed to do?

What do the gods want?

Only Wodan, Father of the Gods, knows what is to come.

He sacrificed an eye for that power.

If you are really supposed to fight, the gods will send you a sign.

The shadows of yesterday…

are the light of tomorrow.

A sign?

Always such gibberish. I hate oracles.

You don't believe in signs from the gods?

I believe in my sword.

And I will do all I can

to avenge your brother, if you want me to.

-I don't want to wait for a sign. -Then let's make one ourselves.

We'll take the most important thing they have.

Their holy symbol.

-How will you do that? -Not I.

We.

They'll all see that you're more than just a swordsman.

And we'll show our people that Rome is not invincible.

Let's go bird hunting.

If we do nothing now…

soon they'll own everything here.

But if we succeed…

We'll not only take the eagle from the Romans,

but also the fear from our people.

Okay, sure.

I mean, there are worse reasons to die, but…

So that's the plan?

The four of us are going to raid a Roman camp?

How will we even get in?

You go in at the back, and we at the front.

I have something every legionary wants.

Greetings.

For…

Metellus.

A slave.

For Centurion Metellus.

-I wasn't told about this. -Who is this slave?

A prostitute.

A sex slave.

Let them in.

If Metellus doesn't have her, he'll have you.

Yeah.

Yes.

If you say "sex slave" to me again, I'll cut your balls off.

Okay, say we make it inside.

We just walk up and take it?

No, this is what we'll do.

-Halt. -Greetings.

Greetings.

Do you want an orgy?

An orgy? Orgy!

Roman shit.

You go first.

Next time, I'm going in at the front.

You can touch her.

Come, take.

Here, yes.

She's yours. Take a look. Everything's where it should be.

Your job is to get us back out safely.

How?

Quickly!

Greetings.

I found one.

Secure the camp.

Secure the camp!

A pack of wolves surrounds you.

Their teeth are bared for the attack.

What do you do?

Close the gate!

We just have to be hungrier than the wolves.

More determined.

If we're prepared to give everything…

Fetch water!

Hurry!

Then we'll get what we want. And the Romans will…

get what they deserve.

The eagle is sacred!

The guards will all be punished, just as Mars will punish us.

Give me 100 legionaries, Governor.

Oh, yes?

I will bring it back.

How do you know where to go?

There are hundreds, thousands of barbarian villages.

I will burn them down, one after another.

And provoke a rebellion?

That's exactly what they want.

I'll look for them.

Give me the Germanic mercenaries.

I'll have the eagle back by tomorrow.

Go to Adjunct Prefect Talio

I want you to ride out at dawn.

The Romans had meat, and all we get is bones again.

Better be quiet.

Where can I find your cohort commander Talio?

What is this?

What the hell are you doing?

The barbarian started it, Dominus.

Is that true?

I asked you if that were true.

Forgive me… Dominus.

They may wear Roman armor,

they may get Roman pay,

but they are and will remain damned barbarians!

You're not exactly a model soldier either.

Dismissed!

I have a mission from Varus himself.

You and your men will be my support.

We ride out at dawn.

Men!

Ready your horses!

We ride at sunrise.

We have to lick Rome's stinking cunt again.

So that's what you think of our empire?

You speak our language?

That's enough.

They have the eagle!

The eagle! They have the eagle!

Long live Folkwin!

Long live Thusnelda!

Long live Hanno and Eigil!

You know what this means?

Yeah.

It means we can beat them.

It means blood.

Lots of blood.

They'll take their revenge.

How will they even find us?

There are hundreds of villages between us and them.

Look at them.

Look at them!

They've all been waiting for a sign. Look at them!

Romans!

Romans!

Bring it inside.

Close it!

Open the gate.

Open the gate!

Hello, Father.

Subtitle translation by Kelly Barksdale