All language subtitles for Vikings.S04E14.In.the.Uncertain.Hour.Before.the.Morning.1080p.BluRay.10Bit.Dts-HD.MA5.1.HEVC-d3g.eng

Lagertha!

Earl Ingstad!

How strange, Lagertha, that
you should play the usurper.

One woman against another.

It doesn't quite fit
with your reputation.

I was never the usurper.
Always the usurped.

You took my husband,
my world, and my happiness.

The fact that you're a woman
is neither here nor there.

I didn't take your husband.
He chose to be with me.

He didn't choose. You're a
witch. You bewitched him.

If that's what you want
to believe, it's up to you.

I don't disagree women
can have power over men.

But it's not always magical,
is it, Lagertha?

In any case,
Ragnar is dead.

You don't know that.

I dreamed it. I warned
him about his journey.

In my dream, his boats were
sunk in a storm. Ragnar died.

So did my son, lvar.

But you don't know that.

No. I don't know that for
sure. It was just a dream.

And I have dreamed
of taking back my home.

I have dreamed it
for a long time.

But if I have to
fight for it, then I will.

Don't worry. I could
never fight you, Lagertha.

I am not my mother,
nor yet my father.

I would never win.

But still I have
fulfilled my destiny.

The gods foretold Ragnar
would have many sons,

and I have given
him those sons.

I am as much a part of his
saga, Lagertha, as you are.

But now I renounce everything.

All I ask is safe passage.

All I ask is that you let me
leave here in peace,

to go wherever
the gods decide.

And you shall have back
your hearth and home,

with my blessing.

And my sons,

when they hear
how it was done,

will be grateful
for the manner of it,

and not seek revenge.

I understand.

Thank you.

Why did you do that?

Lagertha told me to.

Why?
I don't know.

And where is Lagertha, huh?

I said, where is Lagertha?

You had best go home, Ubbe.
And you, Sigurd. Go back to Kattegat.

What has happened at Kattegat?

Who are you?

My son and I have come to see
a good friend, King Ecbert.

We are old friends.

We have traveled a long way,

and my poor son is hungry
and he is thirsty.

I have no doubt that your king
would like to know of our arrival.

The King is not here.

I am still sure
that he'd like to know

that his good friend
has been treated kindly.

Let them in!

Prince Aethelwulf,
we may have captured...

For the love of God!
Do you not know who this is?

It's Ragnar Lothbrok.
The King of the Northmen.

Seize him!

Who's that?

A cripple.

I don't like you.

Where are
your warriors, hmm?

There are no warriors.

But you came with
a raiding party.

We found bodies
on the beach.

There must be more of you.
Where are they?

There is no one else.
Just my son, Ivar, and me.

Ah, the cripple
IS your son.

Yes.

Well, I don't believe
there is only you.

I killed everyone else.

You must have found
their bodies, too.

Where is my son?

Don't worry about him.

Don't you worry
about your sons?

What do you know
about my sons?

You're an animal and
you belong in a cage.

And if it were up to me...

Where is your father?

- Your Highness.
- My Lord.

The King!

My Lord.

Father, I have news.

Where is he?
What have you done with him?

Leave.

Leave.

What took you so long?

What is it?
Why don't you eat?

I have not seen my son,
Ivar, for days.

I don't even
know if he's alive.

I will not eat
until my son does.

Your son is also my guest.

Believe me, I will make sure
that no harm comes to him.

Make sure he's well kept.

Sire.

What did he say?

He said, "Thank you."

Hmm.

It was wrong of
my son to slaughter

all your farmers
and their families.

But, as you probably guessed,
it was done under my orders.

It's always better to get the
worst things over straightaway.

Don't you agree?

Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.

It was my decision.

Of course, it was part of a
larger and bolder strategy, but...

Well, none of that's
of your concern.

On your previous visit,

you left behind another son.

Fetch Magnus.

Unfortunately, his mother, Queen
Kwenthrith, is no longer with us.

But I've looked after the boy
as if he were my own.

Come forward, boy.
Come, come.

This is your son, Magnus.

Go on, Magnus.
Speak to your father.

I have waited a very long
time for this moment.

My mother told me
so much about you.

She told me I was like you,

and that one day
I'd be famous like you.

And now I see you,
everything she told me was true.

Everything about my
life makes sense now.

Someone once explained
to me what a miracle is,

so now I understand,
Magnus...

Your birth was a miracle.

A miracle?

Yes.

Because I never had
sex with your mother.

All she ever did
was piss on me.

Perhaps you should leave us,
Magnus. Talk to him later, all right?

You know, I had my doubts
about that boy all along.

Why have you taken
so long to return?

It's part of a larger
and bolder strategy.

We should drink.

Where's our mother?

She's dead, Ubbe.
I killed her.

Why?

She took Kattegat away
from me. I wanted it back.

Why didn't you
also have us killed?

This was nothing
to do with you.

You are Ragnar's sons.

It was not your fault that
your father was bewitched.

It was a mistake
not to kill us.

That's a chance I was
prepared to take.

Ubbe...

I don't like
to see you in a cage.

What would you do
if I let you out?

I would kill you.

Oh.

Or not. It is your decision,
not mine.

Hmm? You have
the power, not me.

And you like power, don't you?

Well, I only like it because it
allows me to do good things.

Really?

I think I've used
my power rather well.

For example,
I've used it to unite

all the small,
squabbling kingdoms

of England into
a single entity,

now capable of
defending itself against any

who might come to
threaten or destroy it.

Like me.

I thought you came in
search of good farming lands

and that you wanted
to find some way

that our peoples could live
together and mutually benefit.

Oh, so you thought
by killing all of my people,

that was mutually
beneficial, hmm?

No, no. Of course not.

I've already expressed
my deep regret.

The fact is, it was the
right idea at the wrong time.

But I firmly and I
absolutely believe

that such accommodations
will come to pass.

Perhaps, even in my
grandson's time. In Alfred's time.

What do you want me to say?

The truth.

Let's go and do it now.

Let's go to the Great Hall
and let's finish her off.

If you want to do it, then
do it. But count me out.

What are you talking about?

She wouldn't
have done it for us.

What?

Try to understand.
She didn't want us.

She never loved us.
She only loved lvar.

Oh, yeah, and Harbard. Yes,
she loved Harbard all right.

She made a fool of herself loving
him. You should have seen her.

You forget. I did see.

Do you think
Harbard was a god?

Was he a god, Ubbe?
Or just a man?

He took advantage.

I guess that
doesn't matter either way.

She was still our mother!

By the end,
she was a stranger to me.

Was she a witch?

We'll never know.

Ah, no.

Lagertha must pay the price.

Let Ivar kill
her if he wants to.

If he's still alive.

What?

Both our parents may be dead.

We may have just
become orphans, Sigurd.

What are you laughing at?

Our father isn't dead, Ubbe!

Ragnar Lothbrok can't die.

For my people, for the
people outside of this villa,

and for most of them inside
of it, too, for that matter,

you are the most dangerous
man on this earth.

You have quite the reputation.

They're all
mortally terrified of you.

What about you?

Are you sure?

Not entirely, no.

You have to kill me.

Well, I have to
decide your fate. Yes.

You sound like
one of our gods.

Well, I'm not a god.
God forbid.

The Seer told me that I am fated to
die the day the blind man sees me.

But you...
You have to kill me.

Must we talk of death?

Death has been uppermost
on my mind for a long time.

You Vikings are incorrigible.

You emerge from the womb
with only one thing on your mind.

How to die!

What of all
the things in between?

Are you talking about women?

We have a lot to
talk about, you and I.

Keep the braziers going!

Where are we going?

Magnus, it's time for you
to leave and become a man.

But I don't want to leave.

You have no choice.

Here's some food
for your journey.

Double up the watch there!

Where shall I go?

Destiny will take you.

And wherever you go, you
tell people that you are Magnus,

the son of Ragnar Lothbrok.
And people will look after you.

You can't make me go, please!
I'm happy here. I won't go!

Start walking.

You start walking or you're
going to die. Do you understand?

But there's
animals in the woods.

There are animals
in the villa. Now go.

Back in the shelter!

Go!

Horses under cover!

Aye, sir.

What if
your god does not exist?

My dear friend, what
are you talking about?

Your god, my gods,
what if they don't exist?

Well, if God, or the gods don't
exist, then nothing has meaning.

Or everything has meaning.

What on earth
does that mean?

Why do you need your god?

Well, if there were no gods,

then anyone could do anything,
and nothing would matter.

You could do as you liked
and nothing would be real!

And nothing would
have meaning or value!

So, even if the gods
don't exist,

it's still
necessary to have them.

If they don't exist,
then they don't exist.

We have to live with it.

Ah. Yes, but you don't.
You don't live with it!

You only think of death.
You only think of Valhalla.

And all you think
about is Heaven!

Which seems like
a ridiculous place,

where everybody
is always happy.

Valhalla is ridiculous!

All the dead warriors get to fight
again in the courtyard each morning,

and kill each other again, and
then, they all have supper together.

Then they
are both ridiculous.

Athelstan was a man of God.

And now he is dead.

Tell me what happened.

Floki killed him.

So your gods killed him.

No, Floki killed
him out of jealousy.

Because I loved
Athelstan more than him.

I was jealous, too. When he
chose to go back with you...

I felt his loss grievously,

as if he'd torn part of myself
away from myself.

He left because
he loved me more.

Well, then, you
should have protected him.

He didn't need protecting.

What does that mean?

We needed him.
He never needed us.

If he'd stayed here with me,
he'd still be alive.

He had enemies here, also.

He belonged here with me.
I would have protected him.

Who are you to say
where he belonged?

He chose to be with me.

He chose his path and that
was with me. I am not to blame.

Now who's the one
who's not being honest?

Tell me this.

Do you think he is with
your gods or with mine?

It does not matter.

His death is on
my conscience, not yours.

And yours will be on mine.

Even so,

you have to kill me.

What?

Oh, do not get up.
I am Astrid.

We know who you are.
But why are you here?

One day, I will like to
change the way you look.

It is just
an interest of mine.

What?

I am making it my business to
make friends with the sons of Ragnar.

Forgive me, Astrid,

but I am afraid that we...

Yes,

you should be afraid.

That's what I
came to tell you.

If you touch a hair on Lagertha's
head, you are dead men.

Do you really think that if I
am not afraid of Lagertha,

then I would be afraid of you?

It's a great privilege to meet
you again, Ragnar Lothbrok.

Not every Saxon
would agree.

I'm not every Saxon.

This is my son, Alfred.

He is the son...
I know.

Without explanation.

You are Athelstan's son.

I have seen all the
works that are done under the sun.

And behold, all is vanity
and vexation of spirit.

I communed with
mine own heart, saying,

"LO,
I am come to great estate.”

And I gave my heart
to know wisdom,

and to know
madness and folly.

I perceived that this, also,
is vexation of spirit.

For in such wisdom
is much grief,

and he that increases
knowledge increases Sorrow.

I cannot kill you,

yet you must die.

This much is certain.
The world demands it.

But I cannot kill you.

Then hand me over
to King Aelle.

For we both know that he would
take great pleasure in killing me.

Then you can wash
your hands of me.

My friend,
I'd rather set you free.

My sons know that I have
come to Wessex to see you.

What do you think they'll do,
once they hear of my death?

They will come over here

and they will rip the lungs
out of all of you.

There will be no escape.

They will avenge me.

I don't doubt you.

We trust each other, yes?

Yes.

Then do this for me.

Let my crippled son,
Ivar, go home.

He is obviously
no threat to you.

You arrange for a ship,
for sailors.

You just make sure
my son gets home safely.

You have my word.

And in return?

I will tell my son, lvar,
to tell his brothers

that you did everything
you could to save me.

That you and I,
we are sworn friends,

and that King Aelle

was solely responsible
for my death.

That way, when my sons
come back, and they will,

they will spare you,
my friend,

and they will take out all of
their revenge on King Aelle.

Then do it.

Deliver me to Aelle.

And don't be afraid.