All language subtitles for Vikings.Blood.Lust.2023_ENGCP

You've got the face of a
man who wishes for death.

I just want peace.

You know too well, a life of
peace can be so very boring.

You live for battle.

There's a raging demon
inside you, I've seen it.

That was a long time ago.

But, at the same time, there's
also a coward inside you.

I've seen that as well.

Are you in pain?

Only from the sound
of your bloody voice.

End this,

I do not fear death.

Not your own.

But when a man has a family,
he's never truly free.

This is between you and I.

Imagine, you and your boy
lying bound, bleeding, watching,

while I have my fun
with your dear wife?

You dare threaten them.

A bit of spirit from
noble, diplomatic Ander.

You come to me,
looking for a truce.

Compromise does not exist here.

I believe there is good
in everything, even you.

So, kind of how there's evil,

even in holy-than-thou Ander.

That's for the gods to decide.

There is no evil,
no good, only nature,

the animal spirits and
the animals, like us.

Must you bloody talk so much?

There,

that's what I'm looking for.

Please, Amleth, we
could still have peace.

I don't want your bloody peace.

Agree to the games, Ander,

and we can just leave this
blood lust for the circle.

It's simple.
No.

The games, Ander.

There's nothing sporting
about your games, Amleth.

Last warning,

I don't want to use this.

No, you want a better
tomorrow, don't you?

A better today.

If you want your peace,
then let the games commence.

There'll be no one
left to enjoy the peace.

Last chance,

let my family be.

No, this is your last chance.

Use that on me now

or I'll take it off you
and gut you with it.

And then, who to violate first,

your pretty daughter
or your pretty son?

I warned you.

Do what you feel you must.

Come Bodil, it's already battle.

Are you sure this one
squirted from Father's loins?

Something you never
told us, Mother?

Your brother's right.

How would you expect
to win a real battle?

Is this how my youngest dies?

Is it?

Improvisation, wonderful.

We are both our
father's sons, Finnr.

If that's so, why do I
thrash you around so easily?

Didn't I just win?

No.

Mother.

Silence, both of you.

Are our competitors
preparing for the games?

I can't wait to
meet Ander's family.

I have grave news, My Lady.

What news?

Speak.

Where's my husband?

There was a.

Forgive me.

Why aren't I hearing
this through Amleth's lips?

That's not possible.

Get to the point.

And once more,

where is my husband?

Are you not worried, Uncle?

I worry for the bloody idiot

that pushes your father too far.

About as clever as sticking
your head under a horse's tail.

Is that you complimenting him?

Uncle.

Father refused to
tell me of the games

these Berserkers participate in.

You flatter them, calling
them Berserkers, Gro.

Perhaps once they were, but now,

these people are something else.

This Amleth creature, he
wants to force this family

into his games, including
your mother and sister.

And what do the games involve?

Human cock fighting.

And, I don't mean humans
fighting with their cocks.

That is why Father

was so very.
Yes,

he was so very.

Have you ever seen
the games in action?

Your father and
I and this savage,

our troops fought together,
side-by-side, during the wars.

And then why does he hate us so?

It's your father he hates,

us by extension, we're a bonus.

But why?

That's a question
for your father.

But Uncle, there must be.

Enough, boy.

Or I'll hit you with this,
right into the trees.

Point taken.

Or rather, blunt edge taken.

That thing is a beauty.

How dare you.

Gudrind is a she, not a thing.

A she?

Finely crafted objects
like this have a soul.

I didn't choose her, she
found me during the war.

Are they all female?

How does your object
feel within your hand?

Good.

Then it's female.

Her name will be Assy.

Assy?

Why?

Because she feels like
a goddess in my hands.

You want me to leave
you alone with her?

Ah, as always, you
are disgusting, Uncle.

That's me.

If we believe that a
gentle soul resides

within these weapons, then
we don't use them lightly.

Not for vengeance,

certainly not for sport.

We use them for defense.

Speaking of which.

Show yourself.

We mean you no harm,
unless you mean us harm,

in which case, piss off.

Went well, did it?

Mother.

He was not meant to
die by a soft-hand.

All he wanted was his games.

Ander is a fierce warrior.

No.

And father died a
worthy death in battle.

It's.
No.

- It was the death he.
- No.

Your father's watching now,

through the eyes of
the wolves, the bears,

the birds from above.

He expects his games.

Get Finnr, he's the
man of the clan now.

Go.

Aye, Mother.

Talked with Amleth.

Seems he's not
one for reasoning.

What a total shock.

Spare your sarcasm, Brother.

I can't, it's a part of me.

The games, Father.

If Amleth is dead, then surely
it is no longer a problem.

What did you tell him?

Me?

Oh, thank Oden, your back.

Ah.

He's injured and all you
can think is to give him wine?

Seemed most urgent.

Father,

you were gone so
long, I was worried.

You all right, Father?

Oh, you should
see the other guy.

What happened?

We need to leave.

Leave?

You killed him, didn't you?

So much for your life of peace.

I had to.

Or, I can't even say out loud

what he would've
done to you all.

I don't understand.

Father, who is this
man that you speak of?

Amleth.

He was a man I knew in the wars,

an animal worshiper,
now leader of a tribe.

A cult, really.

Who want nothing more
than blood by the gallon.

I thought I heard the last
of him but I was wrong.

Now, he found me.

He found us.

But, now he's dead.

And those swines no
longer have a leader.

Cut off the snake's
head, another grows back.

You cut off his head?

Shut up, Gunnar.

Amleth had sons,

two by blood, many
more by blood oath.

I was naive this morning.

Now I know this
feud will never end.

What are you saying, Father?

We need to travel West.

- No.
- Brother.

We cannot let these animals
drive us from our home.

To hell with them.

Let's fight back.

That would be a sheep
eating from a fox's hand.

Yeah, he means dangerous.

But Father, with you and
Uncle, surely we can take them.

And besides, loveless
souls like that,

perhaps they won't
even come for us.

There's at least
a dozen of them.

We can't risk it.

And I can't live knowing
you're all in danger.

Father's right.

We can't just wait here hoping
nothing will ever happen,

being forever on edge.

I've never met these
heathens and I never wish to.

A woman should
never have to fight.

We should always be prepared to.

We were married here, our
children were born here.

Do you want them to die here?

And the gods speak of
people who are immortal.

And what if we're those people?

I'm sure the gods
would also call

anyone waiting around to
find out, a bloody fool.

They could be
here at any moment.

We need to leave.

We can't.

Oh, silly brother.

I can't.

Freda's body may rest here,

but her soul, she goes
wherever you travel.

Come,

we must prepare to leave.

A great man has fallen.

No, has been taken.

His only crime, the
pursuit of good sport.

It was my father's only dream.

For the great bearer to
call down a rain of blood

from the wounds gouged
by the Joseph families,

in the great savage war.

A blood storm,

paling anything
that false god Thor

could only hope to conjure.

In remembrance of my father,

I call this storm to fall
on the pious hypocrite,

the coward, known as Ander.

Your father was a god.

A wolf in man's form.

Bring the storm.

Yes, thank you my sons.

May the heathen Ander

be soaked in the blood
of his own family.

And with that,

the gift of
immortality for us all.

To the fallen, placed
forever by my father's side.

I look to you as if
you were Amleth himself.

When he found the bastard,

the liar Ander,

this year's games
was an opportunity

for the great beast god to
see their creation in action,

to see what we are
truly capable of.

Anything less than the
bastard Ander, will deny us.

There is nothing
short of blasphemous.

We shall avenge him.

And have much fun
in the process.

I know you can hear me.

I must protect them.

I've never let your side,

even in your death.

But they've kept me together,

even when I was determined
to destroy myself.

Remember that?

What I was like after
you were, taken.

They're my family, your family.

I don't ask for
your forgiveness,

because I know you'd just say

that there's nothing to forgive.

Besides, this isn't you.

You're here.

Unless you're here
to cook supper,

I suggest you piss off on the
whore that carried you here.

Hello, friend.

Consider me a final
friendly warning.

Get Ander, get the family,
and leave with me now.

It'll be fun.

I don't like fun.

It's boring.

Trot on.

Know then, there
are others coming

who will not be so polite.

My leader asked me to tell
you to keep this civilized,

if possible.

From the looks of you,
I know who your leader is.

And the word is, he's as
dead as a hog on a spit.

Amleth lives through
his son, Finnr the Brave.

Oh, Finnr the
baby's all grown up.

He's a man now.

More than you'll be,

once I squash your
tiny pecker into jelly.

And he wants your family.

Leave now or I'll smash
your tiny bastard brains in.

I'll beat you in
the game, so we could.

Just means you'll suffer longer.

Suffer this, shit stain.

We need to go, now.

You have the will
and the strength

of the great bear
on your side, Finnr.

I should be out there,

on the hunt with our sons.

No need.

Soon your enemies will
be dragged before you.

The animal spirits will it.

I just wish I knew what
was going on out there.

A messenger will come.

Yeah, but not
fast enough, Mother.

I want to know now and I
want to know everything.

I just.
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

Patience.

We will bathe in
blood, together,

once the games are over.

Let's get some water.

You know that one
was not a happy cherub.

Anyone who'd think that these
animals have love for Amleth.

Well, they are people too.

Not in my book.

Have you forgotten all the
horrors we saw men do in war,

what we did?

We're not at war.

But they are.

These barbarians are closer
to their natural human state

than we care to admit.

Don't even think that, Ander.

Well, the gods did make
us all, better or worse.

Oh really?

Well then I guess even
the gods get blind drunk

and screw things up.

I thought Amleth could
be swayed, reasoned with.

But look at what my
mistake has cost us.

As soon as I got word of him,

I should have just
marched us outta there.

No one accused you of having
the wisdom of Mamir, Brother.

Shut up, Gunnar.

You still think we're
impervious to death?

We head West and then what?

A life by the
coast, even by sea.

We have gold.

Our options are endless.

Perhaps, find a supple
maiden for this one.

I'm still married,
Brother, still married.

Your son is a cheeky bugger,

but he does give me hope.

What's this, a family party?

Gro, go with them.

I don't think we're invited.

I don't care.

We can take them.

We can take them.

You have to keep them safe, boy.

There's greatness in your
blood, you little shit.

Go, quickly.

I was hoping to never
have to do this again.

Likewise, little brother.

Cut us down and we'll
come back as wolves

and eat your bones.

You know what?

I'd really like to
see you do that.

It's bad luck to
die by a river, Ander.

Come and join the games
and die with dignity.

That one's dead.

Hurry.

But Father and Uncle.

Oh, you see a doting
father and uncle,

but those men were
warriors, the very best,

and that does not change.

You'll pity for the
wretches that attacked us.

And they will join us soon.

Look, over here.

Quick, hide.

- Oh.
- Wait for them.

I must go back for the others.

You're just like your father.

Did you not hear what I
just said to your sis.

Hilda.

Hilda.

Hilda.

Where is my daughter?

Where is my daughter?

Go.

I'll catch you next time, boy.

And there will be a next time.

I am no boy.

Where is she?

Where is my sister?

Come back.

Mother.

Hilda.

Hilda.

Mother.

Mother.

Pull yourself together.

We will find her,

but we must get the others.

I promise you, we will
have those savages gutted

and begging Oden
for forgiveness.

Let me say a prayer.

Oh mighty, oh
father, mighty Oden,

keep my daughter safe.

Keep my daughter safe, lord,
until we meet again here.

Hear Oden.

Hilda, oh my Hilda.

Please, mighty oh
father, protect my baby.

Gro.

Hey boys, wait there,
I'm coming for you.

I wished this morning
that I'd have the chance

to kill two soft-hands at once.

It seems my dreams
have been answered.

I'll enjoy draping your
skins over my shoulders.

Soft-hands?

Have you any idea who we are,

you stinking glove
of cock cheese?

Gunnar.

Yeah?

Shut up and fight.

Oh, yes, of course.

You.

Come on.

Come on.

That's it.

Big, but no brains.

Where will we be in
generations to come?

In 20 generations?

Descendants of brutal heathens

obsessed with cult followings,
by the looks of it.

We need to catch
up with the others.

These Berserkers must
know we're traveling West.

I really wish everyone would
stop calling 'em Berserkers.

We fought with Berserkers,
they're good men,

other than the parts
where they went berserk.

How did they know where we were?

Maybe they have
something we don't.

Enough rest, lazy brother.

We need to catch
up with the others.

Father.

Where's Hilda?

Where's Hilda?

You are the daughter
of the wicked man

who killed my husband.

Father is no wicked man.

He is gentle.

Gentle enough to
behead by one true love?

Miss. I am deeply
sorry for your loss,

but I assure you that
anything my father did,

he only did to
protect his family.

What about my family?

Do you call those barbarians

that dragged me
here, your family?

They're only human until they
meet their gods, of course.

I'm very fortunate to
have bared two sons,

no daughter, thank the wolf.

You're a pathetic
excuse for a warrior.

I am no warrior.

I don't wanna play your games.

I just wanna be
an ordinary girl.

Hence why I'm lucky
to have no daughter.

Please, I don't wanna fight.

You have no choice, darling.

Besides, it's only recent

that women were
allowed in the games,

I believe you
should be thankful.

I believe in the unity of human.

Like I said, we won't
be humans forever.

We are the animals
that stalk the Earth,

the howling in the night.

You are no animals.

Perhaps one day the world
will be more enlightened.

How can you do this?

You feel pain, you bleed.

You've had two children
and you survived.

Life is a gift
given by the gods.

Not by your gods.

We have suffered many
winters and summers,

finding our place in this world

through the primal
wisdom of the great bear.

- I don't understand.
- I don't expect you to.

I was younger than you

when the Vikings stormed
into my land, my village,

taking anything they
wanted, like me.

Burning everything they
didn't, like my brothers.

I can't even remember
their names anymore.

The only one who
showed me any kindness

was the man your father
would call a Berserker.

The dirty warriors
for the dirty jobs,

the insane, the remorseless.

He found me with three
supposedly noble vikings

taking turns on me.

And he ripped them apart,

and he took me away, fed
me, clothed me, let me heal.

He didn't even try to touch me

until I made it clear
that I wanted it.

His name was Amleth.

One man's villain is
another one's hero.

Why did your husband
hate my father?

You asked me about giving birth.

When Finnr came out of
me, I was 13-years-old.

I was lying, bleeding,

torn open on the
floor of a dark cave.

Three things kept me alive,

Amleth, by my side,
holding my hand,

love, for my baby and
the animal spirits world

and hate, for you,
naive, fairytale-loving,

soft-handed heathens.

The same when Bodil
ripped his way out.

Amleth returned from war,
simply to hold my hand.

And where is he now?

Which way did they take her?

They went North, I think.

You think?

There were men

trying to lop my head
off at the time, Uncle.

Sorry, boy, you did good.

We just need to be sure.

North, the death field.

I must save her.

Let me go with you, Father.

No.

Why?

Two reasons.

First, one man alone,
I can go in, sneak in,

as quiet as an ant's farm.

Second, your mother
and I need you here.

Keep traveling West,
towards the coast.

I will catch up
you and with Hilda.

Yes,

you and Hilda.

Unharmed.

You and Hilda.

We will conquer this.

Any last jokes before
I leave, Brother?

Hardly the right
time or place is it?

God, you're so
inappropriate, Brother.

Very embarrassing.

I need to piss.

He's good with a sword.

You should have seen him.

I didn't know whether to be
proud or scared for his soul.

Have you been teaching him?

Ander told me not to,
no matter how he begged.

Then it's in his blood.

And he has taught himself.

Where'd he get that sword then?

He's of age, he bought
it with his own coin.

Has he?

What?

Felt the rage?

Not that I have seen,

but I know that it is
inside, Gro, within him.

I can hear you talking about me.

Yeah, talking about
you, not to you.

March on, one, two,
three, one, two, three.

Freda always had the power
to keep my rage in check.

She was like a tonic.

How do you keep it in
check now that she's gone?

Well why do you think
I always stayed near her?

Thanks to you and Ander,

I know she's always with me now.

Hence, calm as a summer wind.

Even in the heat of battle,

I always can hear
her voice of reason.

She does go on though.

Yack, yack, yack, yack, yack.

Same as ever.

Quiet.

What is it?

I sense danger.

What, are you
clairvoyant now, boy?

I doubt he has such a power.

Worshiping false
gods, as you all do.

Oh, it's all right,
it's just a few animals.

Have you met Gudrind?

Some of your pals have,

but they're a bit
dead to tell the tale.

Animals, aren't we all?

Like the man call
Ander, for example.

He's one but the great beasts.

You too, his brother.

I forget your name.

Don't worry.

I'll soon hammer it
into your memory.

A witty one too.

Remember boys, I
want them alive.

That's funny.

I was just thinking
the opposite about you.

Just a warmup for
the games to come.

Get him.

You too afraid to fight
me by yourself Finnr?

He's mine.

Coward.

Let us go.

Do you have any idea how
silly a request that is?

I mean, I literally
came all this way

just to come and take you.

Why would I let you go?

How pathetic.

I've seen birds make
much of an effort

just to continue forth.

I won't let you hurt them.

And how would you stop me?

Imagine what Freda will
say if she saw you now.

How dare he say her name, you.

Ah, Gunnar, that's the one.

That's the name.

You have no use in my games.

I just wish you the best.

A place in the afterlife

and hopefully the
forgiveness of the true gods.

A blissful, eternal existence

next to your beloved Freda.

Had to say name again, huh?

Your main use now is to
set an example for these two,

to show them what happens

when someone disobey
my father's wishes.

No, please, please, no.

Please, please, no, no, please.

It's all right, it's all right.

It's gonna be all right.

Gro, make sure you lynch these
fools for your uncle, huh.

You hear me, you little shit.

Stop.

Stop.

You piece of shit.

No, please.

Now, simple question, even
an old lady can understand.

Where is my star competitor?

I'll never tell you.

Where is Ander?

The man who killed my father.

I bet you thought I'd be
easy compared to my brother.

That's what everyone thinks.

I've never even thought
anything about you.

I don't even know
your name, boy.

Bodil, the last
name you'll ever hear.

Lucky me.

I thought your brother was
the one with the stupid tongue.

My brother's not here.

True.

Father.

My son.

Tell me this is a nightmare.

It would be a gift from
the Old Father if it was.

This is for my fault.

It's all my fault.

No, not my angel,

this is far from your fault.

No, it is, it is.

No, it is them and them alone.

No, them and I.

I don't understand, Father,

what exactly did you do
to make this your fault?

Amleth and I.

Gunnar?

Gunnar?

Oh yes, Uncle, he'll
save us, silly Uncle.

Where's my brother, Hilda?

Gro, where is my brother?

Finnr got him.

Sorry Father, we did
everything we could.

I know you did.

I know you did.

Boy, you, I have a question.

Ander this isn't going to help.

What do you want?

I told you I have a question.

Go on.

When you're all done sucking
off each other's cheesy cocks

and moving on to the torment
of innocent women and children,

do you ever stop and wipe
the jizz from your face

and think, "Am I the bad guy?

"Am I really more
worthless than pig shit

"on the bottom of my boot?"

Do you ever wonder what
your whore mother must think

if she could see you.

I ought to bleed you out

with your precious family.

No, no, leave us
be, leave us me.

Everyone, calm down.

I'm finished making my point.

How about it?

You versus me.

Take these chains off,
let's see what happens.

I've been bleeding for hours.

I'm getting old.

How about it?

No, Father.

It would be the most
honorable thing you have done

since you let your father
sodomize you for half price.

Leave those fools.

Permission to disempower
his man before the games.

Denied.

What do you think my brother
would say if I let you do that?

Now go.

Aye, Sir.

So how are we all feeling?

I'll offer you a deal.

Let my family go and you can
do whatever you want with me.

And I'll do something for you.

And what's that?

I'll kill you quick.

You are amusing.

No pain, I promise you.

That is tempting but
Finnr would not approve.

Finnr?

How does it feel
to be second fill

to a little temper tantrum?

You're what, three
years younger?

And he gets the
keys to the kingdom.

Surely you have some
say in this madness.

I will not let you
get inside my head.

I love my brother

and I love this, what
you call, madness.

If you're sure.

Have you ever seen a monkey?

I have not.

Amazing creatures.

Like little tiny furry people.

Me and my brother saw them
during the wars in the far East.

You make a gesture
and they copy you.

What is your point?

My point is you
copy your brother,

you're the monkey.

Shut up.

Stand up and be a man.

Take me.

Let them go.

I'm taking part in the games.

Mother, you are a woman.

I am.

So that's why two shitting,
screaming balls of joy

fell out of my body
all those years ago.

You know what I mean.

Father's changed the rule

to see more variety of
gritting down for our cause,

not for his own woman
to get vanquished.

And how is that fair to me?

It isn't.

For you must be paid.

Doesn't our faith
encourage bloodshed

from all who follow it?

I'm not saying you're
not capable, Mother.

I'm just saying it's
not worth the risk.

What risk?

Against some dainty
soft-hand whore?

I fight.

Mother will
compete in the games.

She deserve to feed her thirst.

This is very last minute.

No, it was always
going to happen.

It's just now I'm telling you.

I respectfully disagree.

You what?

I am my father's son
and I will have my say.

This clan would fall
apart without you.

It will be without
me one day anyway.

It's an unacceptable risk.

What, just because I'm
a few some years younger

means I don't get my say?

Oh sweet Bodil, of
course you get a say

and I've heard you.

And your concern
means a great deal.

But it's two votes against one.

Ander's whore, the
mother, she's mine.

Never question me and
never question Mother again.

Do you understand?

Good.

Father, when these
morons bound me,

I managed to tense my wrists.

It gave me a little
bit of slack.

And now I think I'm
just about free.

Now your sister.

South of here is
a harbor with boats.

They took our coin.

I'll think of something.

We sail, destination anywhere.

The guard's coming.

Go, go, go, go.

You too, go.

Take her and then go.

There's no time.

Where?

On the way, there's an inn
with a green thatch roof, go.

Oy.

Go, go.

Go.

Quick, hide.

No, no, no, no, no.

Just there, trust me.

Trust in your brother.

I can smell their fear.

So you think you're
the wolf, Venres?

I'm telling you I
can smell their fear.

Then you're a fool.

They went that way.

I'm telling you,
the girls over here.

I can smell her.

I can hear you, boy.

I am no boy.

I think last time proved that.

You want a rematch.

I wouldn't expect a savage
like you to fight fair.

I don't need this to beat you.

Hilda.

Oh no, I've gotta
leave you alive, boy.

Lucky you.

Shh, hush girly.

Remember me?

You have plenty of
time to scream later.

We missed you, you know.

No.

There you go, boy.

Mommy and daddy have missed you.

He's a good scrapper.

Thorvald was lucky.

Ah, Mother, I wasn't expecting
to see you again so soon.

Your sister?

I dunno.

She kept going.

I think she's fine.

Oh, pray to the Old Father.

Pray to Estrid, she
wants a word with you.

You're like my
husband in some ways,

a powerful animal.

I'm nothing like him.

You don't have his honor.

You act all high and mighty

but we know different, don't we?

I did nothing to you.

That's right.

You did nothing.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I'm sorry I didn't stop him.

Vikings will be Vikings, right?

Does your wife know

why Amleth hated Ander,
the coward, so very much?

I'm surprised you told her
anything about the wars.

When Olga found us,
she had a right to know.

The Viking way,
rape and pillage.

I didn't.

You didn't stop
them, Amleth did.

You took my village,
burned it to the ground.

Amleth played his part.

But he would never hurt me.

You stood there
watching, doing nothing.

I wasn't this man then,

I was barely even more
than a child myself.

You were holding your
god's given rage inside

while three of your comrades

violated this little
girl over and over.

There was nothing I could do.

Liar.

Coward liar.

Do you imagine your little
girl in my position?

Every time I remember it,

if I had touched 'em

it would've been treason.

I had a bride in waiting,

we were going to have a family.

I had a family.

You could do nothing,
but Amleth did.

My love, my hero, my beautiful
dirty teenage Berserker,

cut them down as you
watched, frozen in fear.

I remember his eyes

cutting through me
like burning arrows.

I remember my hand on my hip.

And I wondered if I even had
the right to defend myself.

But he made no move to you.

The Berserker just stared
as he carried you away.

And.

And?

And I reported him for
insubordination and desertion.

No matter.

He was done with your
petty wars anyway,

ready for his own wars.

And soon I had a new family.

And the promise that one
day, when the time was right,

my love would destroy you
and everything you loved.

Please.

I beg you Estrid.

Now that promise
comes to pass, finally.

Soon the animal spirits will
reward us beyond measure.

Now my son will have
a word with you.

In a strange way, I thank
you for his existence.

He knows?

Of course.

Unlike you, I don't keep
secrets from my children.

The man who took my father

and ignored the
lamentation of my mother.

If it's guilt you
want me to feel,

I've already felt
a life's worth.

Oh poor you.

I tried so hard to make amends

with all horrors of
the past, of war.

I tried to tell your father
this but he wouldn't listen.

But you can.

You'd have me deny
my father's wishes,

his own noble religion?

Any nobility your religion had,

Amleth and his followers
perverted it into a blood cult.

Pig shit, after pig shit.

It's sad because we both know

that in another life
you'd be one of us.

Maybe you are right.

Maybe I am like your father.

But in reverse.

What do you mean?

I tried to become a better man.

But as he willingly
became worse,

any goodness left in him, he
squeezed 'til it was dead.

My father was a pioneer.

He soared with the birds even
before his spirit joined them,

before you took him.

I feel your pain, Finnr.

But can't you see all this
just causes more and more pain.

I merely follow the god's will.

Amleth's will.

Same thing.

The sacrifices you and
your kin will provide.

Why my god's will.

Ah, your gods are a myth.

Blasphemy.

Perhaps my gods are also a myth.

Old one idol enough for far.

Maybe all there is, is us,

humans, people.

Oh my,

you'll even stoop to
your own idea of heresy.

I feel great joy seeing
you watching your children

bleed and beg.

There he is,

just the taste, but there he is.

You know why my father
really hated you?

The rage.

He saw it in you
on the battlefield.

Like a true Berserker.

It's not that you
didn't save my mother,

it's that you could have,

if you only embraced the rage.

But you deny it, and that's
what makes your coward.

Perhaps you'll do
well to think on this,

as you prepare for battle.

I'll see you on the battlefield.

Enough.

Remaining brothers, leaders,

this is not the
turnout Amleth wanted,

but his spirit flies over us
watching, enjoying this day.

These prisoners try to run

and our brothers will shoot
them down in the woods,

with the arrows.

Did they do anything to you?

What are we going to do?

We fight.

We fight and we win.

Here we are, Olga.

I look forward to
tearing you apart.

Shut up bitch and
get ready to die.

We shall see.

Mother.

Finnr.

Mother.

Shh, show some spine
in front of your people.

Mother, wait.

But.

This is the games.

This is what our parents want.

You understand?

Thank you.

They're together now, forever.

Isn't this where you beg
for mercy like your father?

"I don't want to
die, I want peace."

No, I was hoping to
finish off your brother.

But I guess I will have to deal

with the runt of the
litter instead, huh?

Go on.

Do it.

You want me to
send you to Valhalla?

Yeah.

You want to run with
the wolves, Bodil?

Yes.

- Send him to the gods.
- Come on.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.

Do it.

No.

I am too old for fairytales.

- Go.
- Come on.

Get him.

Take him down.

Choke him, choke him.

Go boy, go on get him.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Finish it.

Finish him, do it.

Finish it.

- Do it.
- Finish it.

- Do it.
- Finish him.

Finish him yourself.

I can't feel anything.

I'm proud of you.

Finnr.

Hey boy.

Even your father, even Estrid,

thinks your pathetic for this.

Even they wouldn't
consider this sport.

There are no way classes
in the games, Ander.

This is an equal
opportunity blood sport.

How is this equal?

You believe they're
watching you, don't you?

Yes.

You believe, don't you?

Come on.

You versus me.

Now that would be a fair fight.

Silence.

No, please Father.

No, no, no, no.

Father.
Come on.

Are you a bear or
are you chicken shit?

What do you say Finnr?

Father, no, no, no, no, no.

I've done done many things
in my life that are very wrong.

But this,

this is not one of them.

And I will tell you all
about them real soon.

Please Father.

Do you trust your father?

Then give me that sword

and go sit by your mother.

I will see you in a minute.

Come on.

Father.

Father, get up.

Father.

Get up.

Who's your king?

Ready to die, Ander?

Father was right as ever.

Send me to him.

Send me to him or you
will never stop running.

Do you hear me?

Do you?

For Gunnar.