Original subtitles

At last.

And now,

for Excalibur!

These are the days of King Arthur.

Peace and prosperity rule the known world.

Only one country remains locked in the throes of barbarism,

Thule, home of the Vikings,

and King Arthur's banished sister, Morgan Le Fey.

A band of Viking raiders

sets out across The Northern Sea.

Armed with Merlin's spellbook

and Morgan's knowledge of secret passageways,

they head towards the fortified city of Camelot...

...where the chosen knights of Britain

are celebrating their annual joust.

A perfect day to sneak into the deserted Round Room...

...and steel Arthur's one symbol of power and unity...

...the sword Excalibur.

For whoever wields the sword

can rule the world.

Sir Gawain, are you alright?

Help me up.

For you, my darling Ilene.

Does my fianc�e desire more,

-or do we have enough of this slaughter? -Mm.

Tell the king...

...I'm ready to f--

Sir Gawain?

He's fine.

We, we just need a moment to fix his armor.

Round two!

Come on!

Ugh, what nonsense is this?

Wait, what's going on--

Excalibur.

- Val, let me back out there now. - Leave us.

Sir Gawain, Prince Arn will kill you.

Kill?

What has death got to do with it?

This is a matter of honor.

For you, Sir Gawain.

Is it possible we may conclude this farce before sunset? Mm?

I must be mad.

...Sir Gawain.

Yeah.

Okay, bring him down.

Hold on, Sir Gawain.

Oh, wow!

Come on, then.

Strike!

When he wins too easily, he becomes so pompous.

Please.

Which of you Vikings

wants the first dance?

Ah, the opposition.

- Do you surrender? - Never!

Come on. Come on!

Don't step over the line!

Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh!

Your baldric's undone.

- What? - Sucker!

You broke my bloody nose!

You would have broken my bloody neck.

Hold on. You're not--

Knight's, to your marks!

My sword.

Tartan.

It's the Scots. It's the bloody Scots!

Assemble a council of war.

And fighting men?

On loan to foreign allies, mostly.

Without Excalibur,

our allies and our enemies alike

will think of us as powerless.

I have men assembled at Wrexham.

Archers, horsemen, cavalry!

Maybe 300.

I could beat the Scottish board in two days.

I commission 200 horsemen.

And me, 100 infantry.

150 spearmen!

100 archers!

- 200 archers! - 150 horsemen!

- 100 men at arms! - 50 axmen!

Sir Gawain?

Yes. Who may that be?

It's Lady Ilene of Branwyn.

I cannot receive visitors.

Oh, please, my lord,

I, I depart so soon.

Surely you can spare a maiden a few moments.

I just wanted to--

Sir Gawain?

I just wanted to say how I admired your skills today.

It was nothing, really.

No, it--

It takes a shrewd warrior

to unseat my intended.

And I, I admire courage.

In truth, it's long been a dream of mine to--

No, you...

You'd only laugh.

Would I?

Would I?

I want to be a knight and I want you to teach me how.

They, they say that the tribes in the north

pray to powerful women warriors.

I've heard tales of women who are-- That--

I'm sorry, my lady.

It's alright.

I must prepare myself for my journey.

I-- I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Sir Gawain.

Sir Gawain, the king would like to see you

in his chambers right away.

- I think I can explain. - What I want to know is

how a squire manages to defeat

one of the most skilled knights

-in all of Britain. -Luck?

So how bad is it with Sir Gawain?

- Bad. - And I have a problem.

With all my able knights marching to Scotland,

I have none left to undertake

one other important mission in my name.

Do you feel worthy enough to accept it?

- Me, sire? - Yes.

You are going to help me with the lady Ilene.

Whatever it takes, my liege.

I'm afraid it will take a little deception.

Lady Ilene, this is Sir Gawain.

He will see you safely delivered to your homestead.

Sir Gawain, of course.

How fortuitous to be escorted by such a knight?

Put them outside.

"Thus Valiant, disguised in Gawain's armor,

sets out to escort Princess Ilene

to the safety of her father's castle in Wales.

While unbeknownst to him,

across the murky waters of the medieval sea,

the true thieves of Excalibur sail home

having succeeded in their plan.

Arthur and his knights mistakenly believed

the Scots have stolen Excalibur.

Soon the Viking raiders await the drawbridge of Thule Castle...

...home to Sligon the Usurper."

You? You're still alive.

Thank you for your concern, dear brother.

Excalibur!

Now the world is mine.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Ahh.

En garde.

It is spelled!

Nonsense! Superstitions are for the worse.

Not you!

Him!

It can only be removed by a true king.

Well, king Sligon of Thule.

Mm. Of course.

Ahh! Just leave it there.

-It makes for quite a conversation. -No!

This sword is blessed by the gods of Avalon,

protected by the Lady of the Lake.

This is my brother's power.

This is what is written.

Then maybe you should learn to read better.

If there is another who can pull it from the stone,

then my mirror will reveal it.

Come down, brother!

But the Phoenix is the crest of Gawain of Orkney!

Gawain's no king, is he?

Still, my magic never lies!

Get me that man!

Aren't you hot in that armor?

- What makes you say that? - You've got sweat

pouring out of your ankles.

The knight's job is never comfortable.

One must always be prepared.

Oh, I totally agree.

Tell me more.

About?

Being a knight.

Well, every man has a duty

to serve his king and country.

But beyond that,

a knight is born to defend higher ideals.

Honor, justice, freedom.

To make the world a safer place

and in doing so, hope that he becomes obsolete.

It's quite beautiful.

Really?

Now imagine what it must be like

never to be allowed to feel the things which you spoke.

Oh, I can.

Believe me, I can.

Giddy up!

You seem worried, sergeant. Do you fear bandits?

I'm afraid of no one, man, sir.

But this is Wargrave Forest,

home of the Jabberwocky.

Fiercest dragon in all of England.

Lady Ilene!

Whoever took Lady Ilene cannot have gotten far.

What are you waiting for?

Shhh! Jabberwocky!

I haven't yet met a dragon

that needed trickery to catch a maiden.

Now move! Spread out!

Spread out!

Lady Ilene!

Jabberwocky!

Lady Ilene.

You should feel lucky.

At least I let your friends disappear with their gold.

Unshackle me and you'll see how lucky you are!

Unhand those women!

I think you have it the other way around, lad.

Whichever way, you heard me.

Ah, knight checks king.

However, king takes knight.

Put me down!

I always fancied a human cloak.

Catch me if you can, metal boy!

Ugh!

Hmm!

It was you all along.

-I knew it. -I can explain.

The king sends me to my death with a serf.

-A squire. -Sir Gawain's...

...whatever.

You remembered.

No, I didn't.

I mean, yes.

I mean... why wouldn't I?

Because there were a hundred other squires at that joust.

Are you hurt?

Physical pain is the least of my problems.

Oh!

Princess Ilene, are you alright?

Ugh!

What sorcery is this?

Not sorcery, debauchery.

Are you alright, Princess Ilene?

Leave me alone.

She's fine.

"The stranger seems shocked to see the red stallion amulet.

dangling from the young knight's neck.

A symbol he seems all too familiar with.

Meanwhile, back in Camelot,

the wounded Sir Gawain has heard of Valiant's delay."

Gawain, you're in no condition to ride,

let alone to fight.

With all due respect sir,

you read the message from Branwyn.

Val hasn't arrived, I trained that boy.

He wouldn't delay without serious cause.

I have to help him if I can.

Do you want me to look at it?

Squire, knight, doctor.

Is there no end to your talents?

I lay no claims on talent, my lady,

but I have, by necessity,

been trained in the basics of medicine.

No touching.

I am a princess after all

and I'm to be married to a real prince.

Real because he's honorable,

or real because he is titled?

Don't.

Maybe.

Anywhere else?

You must admit he's handsome.

The most handsome man in all of England.

Who?

Prince Arn, my fianc�.

Oh, him.

And here.

He's very...

...very well dressed.

And...

And educated.

It's not broken.

-Excuse me? -Your leg.

It should be fine. It's just badly bruised.

Oh. Hmm.

You should get some rest.

We leave here at first light.

Valiant, it was you in Gawain's armor at the joust, wasn't it?

Gawain is like a brother to me.

I had to protect his honor.

And disfigure my fianc�'s face in doing so.

I'm sorry.

We'd better get some sleep.

I don't recognize that as a British crest.

I was orphaned as a young boy.

Raised by priests in a village outside Camelot.

And they knew nothing of your parents, your family?

I was brought there by a man from a faraway place.

He told them I was valiant, and that became my name.

This and my honor are all I've ever had.

It's an honorable man who would win a joust for a knight

of the Round Table.

Prince Arn would never do anything so selfless.

Perhaps in some ways, it's a blessing to have grown up poor.

Hmm.

We're almost there.

Branwyn is just over these hills.

Look, it's Douglas.

He's Father's first in command.

He, he's the one who taught me how to ride and write.

You really must meet him.

No one can ever know.

My mission is complete.

Goodbye, my Princess.

Move it out.

Lady Ilene, take cover.

Bravo!

And now,

I would like you to come to Thule

and help me with Excalibur.

You? You Vikings stole Excalibur!

Very good, Gawain of Orkney.

-Very good. -He isn't Sir Gawain, you stupid brute.

Don't listen to her. She's only saying that to protect me.

See?

Who are your friends, Val?

Grab them!

Look out!

- The real Sir Gawain? - I take it this isn't a social thing.

Shut up! Shut up!

Move!

Valiant?

Valiant!

Valiant?

Valiant?

Father.

If the Vikings have Excalibur,

they'll have the power to invade Britain.

Especially if we keep fighting amongst ourselves.

My scouts have reported.

The Viking ship off Merrion Cove in Norfolk.

What of Sir Gawain?

-What do they want of him? -I intend to find that out as well.

First I must write to Scotland and stop this senseless war.

I wish I could help more.

But I can't be sending troops into England.

Then let me go, Father.

Daughter!

Take this with you.

Give it to Prince Arn. He won't believe you without it.

Prince Arn.

I'd forgotten about him.

So have I.

Could I borrow some armor?

I think this is beginning to rust.

"Valiant rides north to prevent war,

praying that Sir Gawain can survive his barbarian captors

long enough for him to summon help.

On the border between north and south,

English and Scottish armies

prepare for dawn's bloody rising."

Blocked roads?

Bad weather?

I don't want to hear any more excuses.

Arthur has ordered us to crush the Scots.

And until they surrender Excalibur,

that is exactly what we are going to do.

Sir, a rider has come from Branwyn with news.

Don't tell me the Welsh need a slapping as well.

All we need is trouble in the west.

You must call off the battle!

The Scots have been falsely accused!

I'm telling the truth!

And Arthur lies?

Have we not crossed paths somewhere before?

I'm squire to Sir Gawain.

Oh, now you come here to command my army.

Princess Ilene of Branwyn gave me this.

She said you would know I speak truth.

What have you done with her?

She's safe at home in Branwyn!

- No! - You must listen!

Our quarrel is not with the Scots,

but with the Vikings!

And they've kidnapped Sir Gawain.

- Kidnapped, you say? - Yes.

And I know where they must be moored.

We can still beat them to their ships.

- I could ready some men. - -No!

He's lying. I know it.

He's a Scottish spy!

Ilene would never have removed that ring.

Shouldn't we at least inform Arthur?

After I've killed this traitor, maybe.

I accept.

-What? -A duel.

A duel?

You challenged me. It's my right, is it not?

You have no rights here, boy. This is a military camp.

Are you afraid of me?

The lad has balls.

I don't believe this.

Afraid I might break your nose again?

You!

Hyah!

Give me that pike!

Ha!

A might unfair. Excuse me.

Here, lad. Catch!

Come on.

Finish it then!

I came here for your support.

Not your blood.

Ready me our fastest horse, William.

But your father left me strict--

Please.

They can't leave before the next tide.

Gawain must be in the tent.

So you weren't lying.

Why would I lie?

As a man of honor, Valiant, you owe me an answer.

Did you ask the Princess for her ring,

or did she volunteer it?

She did offer it.

Why?

Because she vowed to me she would never remove it...

...unless she ever questioned whether I was the man

she truly loved or not.

But you are betrothed.

I could never marry a woman who didn't love me in return.

Come on.

Who is this?

-Lady Ilene? -Let's go.

- Nice chain mail. - Thanks.

I don't know who's crazier.

You or young Val.

Get back!

-Sir Gawain? -Valiant?

-Ilene? -Prince Arn?

-Sir Gawain. -Sir Gawain.

-What are you doing here? -What are you doing here?

I'm attempting a rescue.

You gave him my ring.

I meant to tell you.

Could we take this somewhere else, please?

- What's the plan? - Plan?

These Norsemen are so drunk you could drive out cattle of their midst.

- Sorry. - Thank you.

I think we have a problem.

Any other suggestions?

Valiant!

No! No! It's too late!

It's too late!

Move! Move!

Get in there, you cowards!

Get in there!

How do you want to die this time?

Old age?

Yeah!

"Having killed Prince Arn

and thrown Valiant into the abyss,

Thagnar begins his journey back to Thule

with his two prisoners, Princess Ilene and Sir Gawain.

Little does he know it's not Gawain he needs

to pull the sword from the stone.

As the sun rises over the southern beaches of England,

we find a small figure

washed ashore by the morning tide."

Come here!

...sake.

This is my master.

Master Roman.

That's right.

And I don't appreciate this treatment of my squire.

"I don't appreciate the treatment of my squire."

Remove your hand, sir.

Any rules?

Good.

Aha!

Oh!

You?

You should be in prison paying for your crimes.

Come and have an ale with me.

What brings you to this coastal town?

Looking for you, actually.

Which is an easy job.

You leave a trail like a Tuscan leper.

What makes you so interested in me?

-Call it curiosity. -Hmm.

I'm curious as well.

How can I get to Thule tonight?

I know how a merchant vessel going to Thule.

Doesn't come cheap though.

This should be enough for the both of us.

Both of us?

Why would you want to go to Thule?

My name is Pechet.

You called me your squire.

Then so be it.

I demand to see your king.

Harem.

What? You can't do that with her!

She's a princess!

Who the hell is Harem?

I wonder if she's a virgin.

Of course I'm a virgin.

I'm Princess Ilene of Branwyn.

We all had kingdoms once.

Now we are all just queens for a night.

I am Monday.

I am Tuesday.

I'm Wednesday.

And you're Thursday.

That's today.

He wouldn't dare touch a princess.

Would he?

Never. I'd no more help you win Excalibur

than the devil himself.

The devil?

The heir to Thule, a Christian?

Your father must be rolling in his pyre.

Maybe he'll be more eager to help when I start

- pruning back his toenails. - -Leave me alone with Gawain.

I'm sure I can persuade him.

I say, we kill them both

and be done with it!

He has a point, my dear.

Oh, don't let us be hasty.

Behind every great king, there is a sorcerer.

We don't need her to figure this out.

Huh?

What have you done?

He was useless.

I told you there was no other heir to Thule.

I saw him in the vision!

We all did!

You didn't have to kill him.

Oh, come on.

What is it?

Another vision?

Red stallion.

Impossible!

You told me you'd slaughter them!

Every last one!

Then one must have gotten away.

What did I tell you?

Passage to Thule.

You conveniently left out the part

about rowing ourselves.

Ugh. Oh, terra firma.

How far to this Sligon's castle?

We'll need horses.

Let's go borrow some.

Borrow?

Borrow?

This isn't Camelot.

-Good dog. -Come here. Come here.

Where are we?

This isn't the castle.

Boltar, you have returned.

Yes, I have, Father.

And I bring you...

...Valiant.

Who are these people?

You may have forgotten us, young Valiant...

...but we sure remember you.

Come.

Get away! Get away!

Free people of Thule,

gather round.

During the terrifying days

when Sligon was waging war against his own people...

....your father, King Aguar,

ordered me to take you,

his only surviving heir, into hiding.

I was wounded in a furious battle

but thank the gods, my son Boltar

managed to escape with you to England

where he left you in the monastery.

I told Boltar to leave you with the amulet

knowing that one day you would seek out your past

and liberate your people.

This was your Father's.

People of free Thule...

...the Red Stallion has returned!

That's better.

No, wait. Wait. No, no.

No, no, no. Great, great.

I can do this myself.

- What a shame! - Oh.

What in Asgard's name are you doing?

I borrowed the witch's book.

There are some interesting facts

she didn't want to bore us barbarians with.

Give me the book!

"Once the usurper..."

That would be you. "...dies,

he starts his own royal lineage,

red blood to blue blood, with the next in line."

That would be me.

Even if you could, it's all from the story.

You're weak, big brother.

Weak and old.

Just because you cut people down

doesn't make you a ruler.

Makes you a murderer!

You think my people

accept you as king?

I don't give them that choice.

All this death has made me lonely.

Fetch me the princess.

For tomorrow we go to war.

Open up! It's time!

Shall we get this over with?

Shit! The prince is in!

Drink?

With a barbarian like yourself?

-Never. -But you're mistaken, my little Princess.

I'm no barbarian. I am now... a king.

By right of birth

or death?

To Thursdays. Mm?

You Vikings are such romantics.

Speaking of which--

Isn't it a little cold to be romantic?

Mm?

-Better? -Uh!

If I'm going to let you touch me,

it's not going to be sober.

Mm?

Drink.

Cheers to that.

Guard!

I've been expecting you.

Who is my benefactor?

You're Morgan Le Fey...

...King Arthur's banished sister.

What's it to you?

You're a Viking, not a Briton.

Where are Sir Gawain and Ilene?

Help me...

...and together we will find them.

I don't negotiate with traitors.

Oh, guards!

Back to sleep.

What is it you want?

Your enemies are my enemies.

And that makes us...

...allies.

Together we can defeat this pretender

and rescue Excalibur.

The kingdom of Thule lies at your feet,

like a treasure trove.

And all you have to do is to kill Thagnar.

What's in this for you?

Why...

...I would be your queen.

Don't you see I'm cursed?

I can only destroy.

Never create.

That's why I need you...

...the purest bloodline to the throne.

Your innocence...

...my evil.

The perfect balance.

The perfect marriage.

I can give you everything you truly seek...

...and more.

Together we can be love...

...and hate.

Just kiss me.

Oops!

Valiant!

-Ilene! -What were you doing with her?

I was looking for you!

It didn't look like it from here.

Where's Sir Gawain?

Quick! Get Excalibur!

Yah!

Whoa!

Whoa!

There's only room for one queen of Thule.

-Ah? -Achoo!

Hay fever.

I'll get you for this!

We have to stop meeting like this.

Who are you?

Son of Aguar.

Last survivor of the Red Stallion clan of Thule.

So you were the one all along?

Well, Stallion,

let's hope my pets

have a liking for horse meat.

I've got an idea.

How about a miracle instead?

Still no sign from Valiant.

I'm going in.

-With this thing? -I've had plenty of practice.

Ready?

All right, on three now.

One...

...two...

...three!

That's it! Swing! And back.

Getting closer!

-Now what? -I don't know.

I only figured it out this far.

Qualudium.

Valiant.

Yeah?

I never told you...

...but I had a dream about us.

That we eloped.

Eloped?

Ran away.

To a far-off place where every man was a prince,

every woman, a princess.

Because I love you, Valiant.

I have since the moment we met.

You have?

With all my heart.

There's something I haven't told you.

-Uh? -Aw, kinda cute, aren't they? Ha!

Pechet!

Faithful squire at your service.

Found a bottle of this.

One should never leave drugs lying around.

Hurry Stallion, I'll meet you at the door.

They're waking up! Go!

- Open the door! - Let us out!

Excuse me.

Bad boy.

Yours?

-Thanks. -Good luck, sir.

Come on.

Time to attack, lads.

It's now or never.

Hey, baldie!

Ahh!

Valiant!

Ooh!

How fitting.

Only kings remain.

There's only one king here.

Any rules?

-Who dies first loses. -Good.

Hey!

Thagnar!

Oh!

You're right, boy.

There's only one king here.

Valiant!

No!

Oh, no!

No!

I am Thagnar the Invincible!

Give me strength!

She cannot die.

I'm Prince Valiant,

but I am nothing without my love.

You cannot give me my soul and then take away my heart.

Grant her life

and I shall give mine in return.

Answer me, my God...

...or forever inherit an enemy!

Answer me!

- Valiant! - Valiant!

- Valiant! - Valiant!

Valiant! Valiant! Valiant!

"Back in Camelot, feeling abandoned

by the powers of Excalibur,

King Arthur is about to make a fateful decision."

I hereby hand over command

of the Britain Isles to one of you.

My dream of Camelot has failed.

The seal.

Go on, lad.

I, Prince Valiant...

...true heir to the throne of Thule,

would like to return this,

the sword Excalibur, and offer...

...lasting peace

between our two nations.

You know, uh, something like that.

England gladly accepts such a generous offer...

...and asks,

"What can we do in return?"

Your blessing for a Viking

to marry a young Welsh princess...

...who he has fallen deeply in love with.

Of course.

-Prince Valiant! -Prince Valiant!

-Prince Valiant! -Prince Valiant!

Having victoriously returned peace

to his newfound country

and Excalibur to England,

Prince Valiant is knighted by Arthur

and made one of the Round Table.

It is here that his further adventures begin.

Long ago a little child

Dreamed about a gallant knight

It's funny how the dream comes true

That gallant knight was you

I've watched you for so many years

I've heard you laugh

I've felt your tears

I've seen your lovers come and go

But none of them were true

Oh, can't you see

How much I need you?

Won't you believe

I need you too?

So

What are we waiting for?

What are we doin' here?

There's no one there beside you

There's no one knocking at my door

What are we waiting for?

Too much time has passed us by

What are we waiting for?

No one else could love you more

Than me

Yours was the first

Star I followed

Without you

There's no tomorrow

What are we waiting for?

What are we doin' here?

There's no one there beside you

There's no one knocking at my door

- At my door - What are we waiting for?

Too much time has passed us by

What are we waiting for?

No one else could love you more

Than me