Scarecrow's Revenge (2019) - full transcript
A Viking Warrioress must step up when a heathen, banished from her village gives up his mortal soul in exchange for the near indestructible form of a demonic Scarecrow. As warriors fall to the vengeful Scarecrow, it's down to Greta to save her village from annihilation.
A curse.
What nonsense.
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
What?
What are you doing?
I'm resting.
It's too hot in the sun.
And I nicked my
hand cutting corn.
The clouds are out now.
Gather what you can.
We will head to Lord Melberg's
castle, and deliver his corn.
So I have to
work and you rest.
Sullen child.
Father?
'Tis nothing.
Father, I'm tired.
My whole body is tired.
Can we take this corn back to
the castle and go home now.
You've clearly been in the
sun for far too long today.
Father?
Who is that?
Who is that?
Stop!
Urgh!
Urgh!
Argh, argh.
Oh no, please.
Argh!
Please.
Olof, summon the
village for dinner.
Do we have boar?
Er, they're preparing one.
One of the remains.
Is that all?
You must go hunting tomorrow.
Yes, my king.
I'm not king yet.
Just jarl for now.
You are king to us.
You'll give me a big head
and then no crown will fit me.
Get about your job.
What are you doing?
I want to go fishing today.
Got to Fensula.
Oh it's boring.
No daughter of mine should
be bored by anything in nature.
But what about this lake here?
It's bigger and must
surely have more fish.
I've told you before.
Never go to that lake.
Nothing lives there.
It's cursed by black magic.
I do not believe
in that nonsense.
I believe only what
my eyes show me.
Greta, I've told you.
Let that be an end to it.
No one who goes there
comes back home.
Not everything can be
seen with your eyes.
Black magic exists.
Witchcraft exists.
Well, is it any match
for a viking warrioress
with her sword?
No.
Nothing's a match for that.
But please, today,
go to Fensula.
And one day I'll take you to
the great rivers of Bolder.
The journey alone will test you.
And when we're there, we
shall catch fish the like
that you only get
to see in Valhalla.
As you wish.
Too much aggression Greta.
Your strikes must be measured.
And calculated.
Tactical.
Most of your opponents
will be blinded by fury.
They will have nothing
but hope of victory,
because they did not
know in their hearts
what we know.
What is that father?
That whether we're victorious
or defeated in combat,
if we are honorable, we will
see Valhalla in the next life.
Control your emotions.
You'll have nothing but
victory in your life
before the next world.
My jarl.
Father.
You must excuse me, but
you're needed at once.
There is trouble, in Balak.
Trouble?
Henerik and the other men,
they stole ale from the village
and they took two women away.
One escaped to raise alarm
but the other one
is still with them.
Olof is keeping an eye on them.
Who haa Henerik taken?
Lisbeth.
Does Malcolm know
his daughter's gone.
Yes, he took his
wife with Estella.
Take Noomi back
to the village.
Tell the other
men to keep watch.
I can help you father.
No, go back to the village.
Shall we go?
Just in time my jarl.
How many are there?
I see two.
No sign of Henerik
or Lisbeth though.
And Olof?
I sent him back to
watch the village.
The sooner we find my daughter
and we hang Henerik the
better, before my blood boils.
Calm yourself.
We're vikings, not savages.
And we've got a
fight on our hands.
Fine.
Let's deal with these
fools first then.
They're coming out.
I'm ready.
Where is Henerik?
And where is the
girl that he took.
To hell with the girl.
They probably already
had their way with her.
Argh!
Please let me go!
Please!
Please let me go!
Let me go!
Let me go, please.
When is it my turn?
Yes.
Let me go, please!
Let me go!
No one hears your
screaming miss.
No one can hear you!
Oh, to fend viking bossom.
You have to inspect.
Oh I say.
You bastard!
Now no one can
hear you, you pig!
Henerik!
Lisbeth!
What did this animal
do to you daughter?
He tried to force
himself upon me, father.
We shall find
him, and hang him.
Take Lisbeth back
to the village.
We'll deal with Henerik.
Where is he?
I do not know.
I ran away from him,
as fast as I could.
I want him dead.
That's not the way,
Malcolm, you know that.
He'll be banished.
He'll be banished.
Please, father, take me home.
I need to rest.
He was last seen
near the cornfields.
And old one, that was
poisoned by foul crows.
That cursed plane.
Isn't that Lisbeth's bracelet?
He's been through here.
We can track him.
- The Gaul.
- What?
He's heading
back to the village
as if he's done nothing wrong.
He's taken Freyers
past the plain.
Let's cut him off.
Man, a good grace of fear.
Home soon.
Perhaps not so gracious.
I got this.
Do not run, Henerirk!
You'll only make it
harder on yourself.
You've over stepped the
line again, Henerik.
You are mistaken.
- The wench...
- her name is Lisbeth.
The wench, wench
promised it to me.
Then went back on her word.
That is not good frankly.
- Argh, argh!
- Please stop Malcolm!
Should've stayed at the
village with Lisbeth.
- Let's hang him!
- No!
We're vikings, not savages.
Besides he did not succeed.
My jarl, what do you suggest?
He is to be banished,
from hence forth.
And all his possessions
in the village are
to be given to Lisbeth, to
do with as she sees fit,
as compensation for his actions.
Is this pleasing to you,
Malcolm, for you and your kin?
I accept your decision.
Well, I do not accept...
He is to be banished.
And if he returns to the
village, he will be hung
for disgracing the viking code.
Damn you and your code.
Stellon, you remember
that old cornfield,
the one with the
cursed scarecrow?
Yes, that retched thing
scared not a single crow
and attracted plague
to those crops.
Probably witches work.
Take Henerik to that spot.
Tie him to that scarecrow.
And if he's not yet persuaded
to accept his banishment,
then you have my permission
to persuade him further.
At your leisure.
Do not kill him, though,
Malcolm, do you understand?
A curse on you.
To hell with you viking.
A curse on your own village.
I will see you, burn in hell.
You will never make
it to Valhalla.
I have a throne waiting
for me there, Henerik.
All you have to look
forward to is purgatory.
- Move it.
- Can't hear you.
- Speak, this way on.
- This isn't the end.
- Almost there brother.
- Good, this pig arse
of a man is heavy.
I warned you punk, do not
risk your precious soul as...
- Silence!
- Leads to destruction,
- leads you to destruction too.
- Silence!
Tie him to the scarecrow.
- Maolcolm!
- Anymore from you
I'll make a eunuch of you!
- Standby jarl.
- There will be no sign
of Henerik.
You didn't kill him.
He's still alive.
Hopefully his lesson is learned.
This is the honorable
way, my brothers.
Here you go.
Thank-you, Noomi.
You may go now.
As you wish.
Sleep well, Lisbeth.
You have been
through a big trauma.
Do you think
they will kill him.
No, my father
wouldn't allow it.
Shame.
My father doesn't
allow a lot of things.
Don't speak ill of him
Greta, he's a good man.
I know, but he is a
pain in my backside.
Suh!
Oh, sorry.
It's okay.
Malcolm.
You're my most trusted carl.
I hope you don't
resent my decision.
If it had been Greta, I...
With all due respect,
sir, if it were Greta,
Henerik would've died trying.
She's strong, like you.
I hope you're right.
I see much of her mother in her.
How is she?
Ah, she's all right.
Her wounds were minor.
She was not deflowered.
She asks after you Malcolm.
I'll take my leave.
Goodnight to you both.
And thank-you, I, we
all owe you so much.
What were you
talking about with him?
I heard you say something
about my mother.
Nothing Greta.
You worry I'm like her.
Why?
Not now, child.
I must rest, and so must you.
We have much to do in
the village tomorrow.
Hah, I'm to come on
the hunt with you today.
You've got the
chest of a peach
and then arms like
sapling branches.
What good are you?
Our, jarl granted.
Orin you are playful today.
As you know very well, it's
Loki that's the playful god.
Do you have a problem, Olof?
No, no.
Agh!
Try, come on.
Well come on
then, get on with it.
I'm looking forward to getting
out there with Troy, Jarl.
He's a fine warrior.
Even the most puny sapling
may become the might oak.
Exactly what my
wife said last night.
You were a sapling last
night and always will be.
Be gone woman.
Damn woman.
She's a good woman, Malcolm.
You've done well there.
What ails you this morning?
I think we should
check on Henerik,
make sure he hasn't returned.
We should make sure.
Check the perimeter of
the village, a mile out.
Take the four points.
You take north and
east, take Stellon.
And he can take south and west.
- Very well.
- I'm sure he's well gone.
What brings
you to my lair,
Henerik of the Larsons.
I know.
Then you will know
you cannot leave,
and you will know
there is a great price
for anything that you ask of me.
Tell me what you want,
Henerik of the Larsons.
Those words are lost
to you now Henerik.
Tell me why you came.
Or I will feast on your
organs here where you stand.
I, I want revenge.
On who?
I want all the
vikings of Agrenia dead.
And the village destroyed.
And what do you offer?
I offer whatever
the witch desires.
You came here so I
will take your body.
That is the price you
pay for my company.
For your vikings, I will
take your eternal soul.
You do understand
the consequence?
They are not for
the next world,
if I leave this one
without vengeance.
Then I tell you now, I
will give you great power,
in a new vessel.
I will give you two days
to fulfill your task.
For your soul and
every soul you slay.
It will belong to me.
Do you accept, Henerik
of the Larsons?
I accept.
Take my body now.
Waste no more time witch.
Now!
When your soul
hardly nightfall.
Yes, yes.
We've been walking for ages.
I have seen no boars yet.
Not even a rabbit.
Stop complaining.
The day's early still.
We continue on until
Odin blesses us.
- What're you doing?
- Shh shh shh shh.
Okay, now, you flag the animal,
and keep your distance
and by the grace
of Odin, please be silent.
Go.
Olof, olof!
Our dinner escaped at
the sound of your howling.
Sorry, brother.
This, it was here.
What was here?
Scarecrow.
- Scarecrow,
- Yeah.
- Out here.
- Just there.
Brother, have you been
nibbling mushrooms in here.
Hmm, hmm hmm.
Let's not waste more time.
It was here, over there.
- Just, the...
- Hunt, let's continue
the hunt, right.
The day's escaping us.
And we can't dine on scarecrow.
Come on.
Hmm hmm, see that?
I see that.
It must have moved.
Troy, scarecrows do not move.
What do we do, what do we do?
Stay here.
Stay here.
Ugly beast.
Troy!
Ugh!
Hmm, more.
Olof.
Olof.
Devil!
Devil.
Ah, agh, argh!
Argh, urgh!
No sign.
Olof and Troy are yet to return.
Darkness has fallen.
What shall we do?
We cannot track at night.
We'll have to wait 'til
morning and go then.
You don't think
Henerik got to them?
Have you seen him
since this morning?
No.
It appears from his
movements he headed west
toward the Jelder pathway.
The Jelder path?
What is it?
You know what
is near that path?
Yes, and surely even
Henerik will not tread there.
He probably passed and
headed out to Harvech.
It's a place of bandits
that would suit him well.
Probably.
We'll find Troy
and Olof tomorrow.
It's late.
If they've gone far
they'll have set up camp.
We should go to dinner.
No meat tonight.
We'll turn into
deer at this rate.
This sure makes
a good firewood.
If I knew my husband had
been so well dressed.
Whoa, argh ha ha!
Urgh
Malcolm?
Malcolm what is it?
Viking what happened?
Malcolm!
Don't my jarl, please.
In the name of Odin,
tell me what happened?
There's a sickle in her back.
Her neck snapped in a noose.
Her organs strewn
across the path.
Ana is dead.
No sign of Lisbeth, though.
Just a neckerchief
stained in blood.
I've never seen such
brutal savagery.
Who?
The murderer
left his signature.
An H carved in her face.
Why didn't you hang him?
Why didn't you let
me kill him off?
- What will we do father?
- Permission to enter.
You may enter.
How is he?
I keep my words my Jarl, I
was in the deepest of grief.
There's no need to apologize.
We will right this
wrong together.
We will punish Henerik
with a slow death
and we will find Lisbeth.
Double the guards at the gate.
Everyone else
ready your weapons.
We have hunting to do.
Let me go with you father.
I am a good tracker, I
can help you find Henerik
and we can send him
to purgatory together.
No.
I set no argument,
you're staying here.
Listen to me, old man.
You have no son,
you only have me.
When you are gone, I will
have to lead this village.
I will have to
lead us in battles,
I will have to lead us in hunts,
I will have to carry
us all to Valhalla,
sooner, or later,
you must later,
you must let me
fulfill my bloodline!
It's your bloodline
that worries me.
You speak in riddles, father!
I have had enough.
I want to come with you.
No.
Say nothing.
Let's just find the heathen.
Lisbeth.
Take the three points men.
I'll take the front
this time vikings.
No, no!
What brings you back here,
Henerik of the Larsons?
Is this a gift?
From Lisbeth?
Her heart.
Haa, haa.
Greta, aren't you well?
I have to go.
I have to hunt my
father and the men.
That's men's work, Greta.
No.
It's viking work.
Ah, fuck!
Stellon what madness is this!
Do not creep up on me!
Olof's dead too.
I found Troy.
I lost all trail of anything.
Same.
What man could've done this?
Surely not a coward
like Henerik.
Something's out
there, but it's no man.
Grieve later
viking, hunt first.
No man disappears into thin air.
You are not Henerik.
Can I help you pretty?
Are you from Halvec?
Yes.
Have you had a stranger
visit your town recently?
No.
The gods have been
very generous today.
You two are messing
with the wrong viking.
You're not viking.
Only men are vikings.
No, no no!
Viking?
Viking pick up your sword!
We can't win.
We can't win and the
village will fall.
Pull yourself together viking.
The village will not fall.
I must go.
Please, have you
lost your senses?
I must go to the Black Lake.
By the majesty of Valhalla,
you have lost your senses.
A true viking leader
never gives in.
What is this?
It's our only chance.
I must see the witch.
No, you know you'll toll.
Fight until your last breath.
Hold off the monster until
I've completed my quest.
The village must
not fall, viking.
Do you understand me?
Find the monster.
Do your best.
Valhalla awaits.
Elena?
Do not toy with me.
Show yourself.
You know why I'm here Elena.
I do not go by
that name anymore.
Have you been completely
consumed by evil?
I have an insatiable
taste for souls.
Tell me your wish.
To be rid of this heathen.
Save the village.
Save Greta.
Greta?
That is her name.
Why did you choose that name?
It is the name
of our first child.
I know not of what you speak.
Our first child died at birth.
That's why you gave
yourself to this witchcraft.
So that you could
bring her back.
I failed.
I did not know enough, I
did not have enough power.
But you did not
fail the second time.
We have beautiful daughter.
Does she about me?
Does she know what
flows through her blood?
No.
And she never will.
I can offer you
a choice, viking.
What?
You can save the village
or you can save Greta.
Is there no good left in you?
No, that is your
choice and you know
what I will ask of you.
The viking choice.
Or the selfish one.
Is there nothing
of my Elena left?
No, make your choice.
You know my choice.
I foresaw it days ago.
The lake told me.
Just grant me one last thing.
I beg you.
If there's any remnant
of my Elena left,
take pity on me.
Grant me the time to
say goodbye to my Greta.
You will have the
time it takes this sand
to go through the
timer to find her,
and to deliver your
parting message.
You may not have long.
So I suggest you make haste.
Go now!
What madman puts a
scarecrow in the woods?
Scarecrow, have I
seen you before.
Looks like the same straw
man we tied Henerik to.
What are you?
Bless me this Odin.
Help me, help me.
No!
Greta!
- Ah.
- I found you.
Do not heed those screams.
It's too late for Stellon.
Why, why are you
not at the village?
I came to help.
Do not berate me father.
What is wrong?
What is wrong?
What's wrong, what's wrong?
The village, she's cursed.
I cannot be undone.
Cursed?
The witch.
What witch?
What curse?
Father, father this is madness.
Tell me, tell me what I
must do to save the village.
- Oh the village is gone.
- Tell me, tell me!
The witch.
What witch?
What curse?
Father father this is madness.
Father!
Tell me, tell me.
Tell me, tell me.
Our village is lost.
I made a bad, I
made a bad choice.
I did not make a
leader's choice.
I made a selfish,
a selfish choice.
Because I love thee.
Let me, let me
go see the witch.
No, no.
- Father.
- You must not go.
I beg you.
Father, father, father!
Father!
Father!
Father.
Father, father!
Father father father!
Father father father.
I have to go see the
witch with my own eyes.
I have to save the village.
Do not tease my fish, Greta.
I see more of me
than your father.
You have a beautiful complexion.
What madness are
you spouting witch?
Did your father not tell you?
Tell me what?
About your mother.
He told me my mother's dead.
No.
I am your mother.
No.
You feel it.
You know it to be true.
Do you not always have
a earning to come here.
I have waited for
years to draw you here.
But your father was a
persuasive and commanding man.
You killed him.
He gave himself up willingly.
No one who enters my
realm leaves alive.
I can give them something
in return, for a price.
What price witch?
I took his soul.
He gave up his village,
all of his kin,
even his place in
Valhalla, for you.
Why am I so special?
You are very special Greta.
But you are torn
between two destinies,
the vikings destiny
and witchcraft.
I will always be a viking.
What good is it being a
viking without a village?
Go now Henerik of the Larsons.
You have a village to destroy,
and little time to do it.
No, no, please, stop him.
I beg you mother.
My mother.
You must have some good in her.
Stop Henerik.
Daughter, Henerik
paid a price.
I will not stop him.
And no mortal can.
He will go when
his time is done.
There must be
something I can do.
Fulfill your destiny.
Give yourself up
to the dark arts.
To witchcraft.
I can put a spell
upon your sword.
And you can slay Henerik
before the village falls.
At what price witch?
When it is done, you
will be bound by this lake.
You will become immortal.
Greta.
I cannot.
I dishonor my father
by even being here.
And what of your village,
do you know want them to live?
Women, children.
Decide quickly.
Do it.
And make heed.
I have a village to save.
But no one has returned yet.
This is worrying.
We're weakened without
our jarl and his warriors.
They'll return, no
one can defeat them.
I do not recall a
scarecrow being there.
Maybe someone put him there
when our attention was turned.
If anybody sneaks past
us into the village,
we'll be in trouble.
Relax, there's no way.
This is merely the
work of a jester.
Is this the one from
over near the field
by three point path?
It looks like it.
Why would someone put
such a cursed scarecrow
near our village?
They say there was field
with the most lustrous corn
that died under the watch
of this wretched thing.
Twice, the farmer
enraged had to burn it.
And both time the
fire just faded away.
The third time he
tried he burned alive.
The fire jumped onto him.
Nonsense.
What can we do with
this cursed thing?
Relax, we simply have to
Go back to your quarter.
Seal the wound with
fire, and see the healer.
Henerik!
Is that all you've got?
Urgh!
Ugh.
So this is my destiny.
What of Henerik?
He's gone.
What did you feel
when you killed him?
Nothing.
I felt nothing.
Not even the energy.
I don't feel Henerik's
soul is within me.
I thought maybe your
instinct might've caused you
to consume him yourself.
Nothing happened.
This is not possible.
Henerik is not dead.
Urgh, there is, please, argh.
Now, he's dead.
You save me.
I felt this power
surge through me.
I did something that
goes against Odin.
It defies natural law.
Did it feel good.
It's like nothing
I've ever felt before.
I was so close to
death and then,
this power came from nowhere.
You were bound to the
lake, and you cannot leave.
But you can learn
everything within this.
And your power within this
realm is almost limitless.
You can steal the
destiny of souls
from their place
in the next life.
Like you sole my father's.
He gave it willingly.
What if I wanted
to give a soul back?
Could I do that?
Only in death.
I'm sorry, mother,
for what I must do.
My father deserves no less
than his place in Valhalla.
Greta.
Valhalla.
Valhalla!
I saw the others up ahead.
We should go and
join them then.
Argh, I can't
even do that right.
Right.
Oh!
Who are you?
You do not know?
Do you not know of this place?
Who are you?
What ails you
Gregor of Karraf.
what's the matter.
I feel bad for Gregor.
Why do you feel for
that lowly blacksmith.
You're way to pretty
for that old workhorse.
Besides, soon I will
make you as pretty as me.
We'll be going to
my castle tomorrow.
And there I will buy
you the finest dresses,
and adorn you in the
most exotic jewels.
For you are beautiful.
- What the...
- what is it?
It's,
it sounds like scavengers.
Why don't you go and find out.
- Me?
- Yes you.
You're a village girl.
They'll see you have
no money and leave.
But, what if they
want something more?
You must go.
Look, if I go,
they'll kill us both
and leave us for the crows.
Now, now go, now.
You call yourself a man.
Maybe someone's
by the look of it.
Seven take.
What was that?
Let's hand him
I will give you
two days to fulfill.
- Henerik.
- And you didn't kill him.
Apparently my husband likes
these well dressed.
What nonsense.
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
Ida?
What?
What are you doing?
I'm resting.
It's too hot in the sun.
And I nicked my
hand cutting corn.
The clouds are out now.
Gather what you can.
We will head to Lord Melberg's
castle, and deliver his corn.
So I have to
work and you rest.
Sullen child.
Father?
'Tis nothing.
Father, I'm tired.
My whole body is tired.
Can we take this corn back to
the castle and go home now.
You've clearly been in the
sun for far too long today.
Father?
Who is that?
Who is that?
Stop!
Urgh!
Urgh!
Argh, argh.
Oh no, please.
Argh!
Please.
Olof, summon the
village for dinner.
Do we have boar?
Er, they're preparing one.
One of the remains.
Is that all?
You must go hunting tomorrow.
Yes, my king.
I'm not king yet.
Just jarl for now.
You are king to us.
You'll give me a big head
and then no crown will fit me.
Get about your job.
What are you doing?
I want to go fishing today.
Got to Fensula.
Oh it's boring.
No daughter of mine should
be bored by anything in nature.
But what about this lake here?
It's bigger and must
surely have more fish.
I've told you before.
Never go to that lake.
Nothing lives there.
It's cursed by black magic.
I do not believe
in that nonsense.
I believe only what
my eyes show me.
Greta, I've told you.
Let that be an end to it.
No one who goes there
comes back home.
Not everything can be
seen with your eyes.
Black magic exists.
Witchcraft exists.
Well, is it any match
for a viking warrioress
with her sword?
No.
Nothing's a match for that.
But please, today,
go to Fensula.
And one day I'll take you to
the great rivers of Bolder.
The journey alone will test you.
And when we're there, we
shall catch fish the like
that you only get
to see in Valhalla.
As you wish.
Too much aggression Greta.
Your strikes must be measured.
And calculated.
Tactical.
Most of your opponents
will be blinded by fury.
They will have nothing
but hope of victory,
because they did not
know in their hearts
what we know.
What is that father?
That whether we're victorious
or defeated in combat,
if we are honorable, we will
see Valhalla in the next life.
Control your emotions.
You'll have nothing but
victory in your life
before the next world.
My jarl.
Father.
You must excuse me, but
you're needed at once.
There is trouble, in Balak.
Trouble?
Henerik and the other men,
they stole ale from the village
and they took two women away.
One escaped to raise alarm
but the other one
is still with them.
Olof is keeping an eye on them.
Who haa Henerik taken?
Lisbeth.
Does Malcolm know
his daughter's gone.
Yes, he took his
wife with Estella.
Take Noomi back
to the village.
Tell the other
men to keep watch.
I can help you father.
No, go back to the village.
Shall we go?
Just in time my jarl.
How many are there?
I see two.
No sign of Henerik
or Lisbeth though.
And Olof?
I sent him back to
watch the village.
The sooner we find my daughter
and we hang Henerik the
better, before my blood boils.
Calm yourself.
We're vikings, not savages.
And we've got a
fight on our hands.
Fine.
Let's deal with these
fools first then.
They're coming out.
I'm ready.
Where is Henerik?
And where is the
girl that he took.
To hell with the girl.
They probably already
had their way with her.
Argh!
Please let me go!
Please!
Please let me go!
Let me go!
Let me go, please.
When is it my turn?
Yes.
Let me go, please!
Let me go!
No one hears your
screaming miss.
No one can hear you!
Oh, to fend viking bossom.
You have to inspect.
Oh I say.
You bastard!
Now no one can
hear you, you pig!
Henerik!
Lisbeth!
What did this animal
do to you daughter?
He tried to force
himself upon me, father.
We shall find
him, and hang him.
Take Lisbeth back
to the village.
We'll deal with Henerik.
Where is he?
I do not know.
I ran away from him,
as fast as I could.
I want him dead.
That's not the way,
Malcolm, you know that.
He'll be banished.
He'll be banished.
Please, father, take me home.
I need to rest.
He was last seen
near the cornfields.
And old one, that was
poisoned by foul crows.
That cursed plane.
Isn't that Lisbeth's bracelet?
He's been through here.
We can track him.
- The Gaul.
- What?
He's heading
back to the village
as if he's done nothing wrong.
He's taken Freyers
past the plain.
Let's cut him off.
Man, a good grace of fear.
Home soon.
Perhaps not so gracious.
I got this.
Do not run, Henerirk!
You'll only make it
harder on yourself.
You've over stepped the
line again, Henerik.
You are mistaken.
- The wench...
- her name is Lisbeth.
The wench, wench
promised it to me.
Then went back on her word.
That is not good frankly.
- Argh, argh!
- Please stop Malcolm!
Should've stayed at the
village with Lisbeth.
- Let's hang him!
- No!
We're vikings, not savages.
Besides he did not succeed.
My jarl, what do you suggest?
He is to be banished,
from hence forth.
And all his possessions
in the village are
to be given to Lisbeth, to
do with as she sees fit,
as compensation for his actions.
Is this pleasing to you,
Malcolm, for you and your kin?
I accept your decision.
Well, I do not accept...
He is to be banished.
And if he returns to the
village, he will be hung
for disgracing the viking code.
Damn you and your code.
Stellon, you remember
that old cornfield,
the one with the
cursed scarecrow?
Yes, that retched thing
scared not a single crow
and attracted plague
to those crops.
Probably witches work.
Take Henerik to that spot.
Tie him to that scarecrow.
And if he's not yet persuaded
to accept his banishment,
then you have my permission
to persuade him further.
At your leisure.
Do not kill him, though,
Malcolm, do you understand?
A curse on you.
To hell with you viking.
A curse on your own village.
I will see you, burn in hell.
You will never make
it to Valhalla.
I have a throne waiting
for me there, Henerik.
All you have to look
forward to is purgatory.
- Move it.
- Can't hear you.
- Speak, this way on.
- This isn't the end.
- Almost there brother.
- Good, this pig arse
of a man is heavy.
I warned you punk, do not
risk your precious soul as...
- Silence!
- Leads to destruction,
- leads you to destruction too.
- Silence!
Tie him to the scarecrow.
- Maolcolm!
- Anymore from you
I'll make a eunuch of you!
- Standby jarl.
- There will be no sign
of Henerik.
You didn't kill him.
He's still alive.
Hopefully his lesson is learned.
This is the honorable
way, my brothers.
Here you go.
Thank-you, Noomi.
You may go now.
As you wish.
Sleep well, Lisbeth.
You have been
through a big trauma.
Do you think
they will kill him.
No, my father
wouldn't allow it.
Shame.
My father doesn't
allow a lot of things.
Don't speak ill of him
Greta, he's a good man.
I know, but he is a
pain in my backside.
Suh!
Oh, sorry.
It's okay.
Malcolm.
You're my most trusted carl.
I hope you don't
resent my decision.
If it had been Greta, I...
With all due respect,
sir, if it were Greta,
Henerik would've died trying.
She's strong, like you.
I hope you're right.
I see much of her mother in her.
How is she?
Ah, she's all right.
Her wounds were minor.
She was not deflowered.
She asks after you Malcolm.
I'll take my leave.
Goodnight to you both.
And thank-you, I, we
all owe you so much.
What were you
talking about with him?
I heard you say something
about my mother.
Nothing Greta.
You worry I'm like her.
Why?
Not now, child.
I must rest, and so must you.
We have much to do in
the village tomorrow.
Hah, I'm to come on
the hunt with you today.
You've got the
chest of a peach
and then arms like
sapling branches.
What good are you?
Our, jarl granted.
Orin you are playful today.
As you know very well, it's
Loki that's the playful god.
Do you have a problem, Olof?
No, no.
Agh!
Try, come on.
Well come on
then, get on with it.
I'm looking forward to getting
out there with Troy, Jarl.
He's a fine warrior.
Even the most puny sapling
may become the might oak.
Exactly what my
wife said last night.
You were a sapling last
night and always will be.
Be gone woman.
Damn woman.
She's a good woman, Malcolm.
You've done well there.
What ails you this morning?
I think we should
check on Henerik,
make sure he hasn't returned.
We should make sure.
Check the perimeter of
the village, a mile out.
Take the four points.
You take north and
east, take Stellon.
And he can take south and west.
- Very well.
- I'm sure he's well gone.
What brings
you to my lair,
Henerik of the Larsons.
I know.
Then you will know
you cannot leave,
and you will know
there is a great price
for anything that you ask of me.
Tell me what you want,
Henerik of the Larsons.
Those words are lost
to you now Henerik.
Tell me why you came.
Or I will feast on your
organs here where you stand.
I, I want revenge.
On who?
I want all the
vikings of Agrenia dead.
And the village destroyed.
And what do you offer?
I offer whatever
the witch desires.
You came here so I
will take your body.
That is the price you
pay for my company.
For your vikings, I will
take your eternal soul.
You do understand
the consequence?
They are not for
the next world,
if I leave this one
without vengeance.
Then I tell you now, I
will give you great power,
in a new vessel.
I will give you two days
to fulfill your task.
For your soul and
every soul you slay.
It will belong to me.
Do you accept, Henerik
of the Larsons?
I accept.
Take my body now.
Waste no more time witch.
Now!
When your soul
hardly nightfall.
Yes, yes.
We've been walking for ages.
I have seen no boars yet.
Not even a rabbit.
Stop complaining.
The day's early still.
We continue on until
Odin blesses us.
- What're you doing?
- Shh shh shh shh.
Okay, now, you flag the animal,
and keep your distance
and by the grace
of Odin, please be silent.
Go.
Olof, olof!
Our dinner escaped at
the sound of your howling.
Sorry, brother.
This, it was here.
What was here?
Scarecrow.
- Scarecrow,
- Yeah.
- Out here.
- Just there.
Brother, have you been
nibbling mushrooms in here.
Hmm, hmm hmm.
Let's not waste more time.
It was here, over there.
- Just, the...
- Hunt, let's continue
the hunt, right.
The day's escaping us.
And we can't dine on scarecrow.
Come on.
Hmm hmm, see that?
I see that.
It must have moved.
Troy, scarecrows do not move.
What do we do, what do we do?
Stay here.
Stay here.
Ugly beast.
Troy!
Ugh!
Hmm, more.
Olof.
Olof.
Devil!
Devil.
Ah, agh, argh!
Argh, urgh!
No sign.
Olof and Troy are yet to return.
Darkness has fallen.
What shall we do?
We cannot track at night.
We'll have to wait 'til
morning and go then.
You don't think
Henerik got to them?
Have you seen him
since this morning?
No.
It appears from his
movements he headed west
toward the Jelder pathway.
The Jelder path?
What is it?
You know what
is near that path?
Yes, and surely even
Henerik will not tread there.
He probably passed and
headed out to Harvech.
It's a place of bandits
that would suit him well.
Probably.
We'll find Troy
and Olof tomorrow.
It's late.
If they've gone far
they'll have set up camp.
We should go to dinner.
No meat tonight.
We'll turn into
deer at this rate.
This sure makes
a good firewood.
If I knew my husband had
been so well dressed.
Whoa, argh ha ha!
Urgh
Malcolm?
Malcolm what is it?
Viking what happened?
Malcolm!
Don't my jarl, please.
In the name of Odin,
tell me what happened?
There's a sickle in her back.
Her neck snapped in a noose.
Her organs strewn
across the path.
Ana is dead.
No sign of Lisbeth, though.
Just a neckerchief
stained in blood.
I've never seen such
brutal savagery.
Who?
The murderer
left his signature.
An H carved in her face.
Why didn't you hang him?
Why didn't you let
me kill him off?
- What will we do father?
- Permission to enter.
You may enter.
How is he?
I keep my words my Jarl, I
was in the deepest of grief.
There's no need to apologize.
We will right this
wrong together.
We will punish Henerik
with a slow death
and we will find Lisbeth.
Double the guards at the gate.
Everyone else
ready your weapons.
We have hunting to do.
Let me go with you father.
I am a good tracker, I
can help you find Henerik
and we can send him
to purgatory together.
No.
I set no argument,
you're staying here.
Listen to me, old man.
You have no son,
you only have me.
When you are gone, I will
have to lead this village.
I will have to
lead us in battles,
I will have to lead us in hunts,
I will have to carry
us all to Valhalla,
sooner, or later,
you must later,
you must let me
fulfill my bloodline!
It's your bloodline
that worries me.
You speak in riddles, father!
I have had enough.
I want to come with you.
No.
Say nothing.
Let's just find the heathen.
Lisbeth.
Take the three points men.
I'll take the front
this time vikings.
No, no!
What brings you back here,
Henerik of the Larsons?
Is this a gift?
From Lisbeth?
Her heart.
Haa, haa.
Greta, aren't you well?
I have to go.
I have to hunt my
father and the men.
That's men's work, Greta.
No.
It's viking work.
Ah, fuck!
Stellon what madness is this!
Do not creep up on me!
Olof's dead too.
I found Troy.
I lost all trail of anything.
Same.
What man could've done this?
Surely not a coward
like Henerik.
Something's out
there, but it's no man.
Grieve later
viking, hunt first.
No man disappears into thin air.
You are not Henerik.
Can I help you pretty?
Are you from Halvec?
Yes.
Have you had a stranger
visit your town recently?
No.
The gods have been
very generous today.
You two are messing
with the wrong viking.
You're not viking.
Only men are vikings.
No, no no!
Viking?
Viking pick up your sword!
We can't win.
We can't win and the
village will fall.
Pull yourself together viking.
The village will not fall.
I must go.
Please, have you
lost your senses?
I must go to the Black Lake.
By the majesty of Valhalla,
you have lost your senses.
A true viking leader
never gives in.
What is this?
It's our only chance.
I must see the witch.
No, you know you'll toll.
Fight until your last breath.
Hold off the monster until
I've completed my quest.
The village must
not fall, viking.
Do you understand me?
Find the monster.
Do your best.
Valhalla awaits.
Elena?
Do not toy with me.
Show yourself.
You know why I'm here Elena.
I do not go by
that name anymore.
Have you been completely
consumed by evil?
I have an insatiable
taste for souls.
Tell me your wish.
To be rid of this heathen.
Save the village.
Save Greta.
Greta?
That is her name.
Why did you choose that name?
It is the name
of our first child.
I know not of what you speak.
Our first child died at birth.
That's why you gave
yourself to this witchcraft.
So that you could
bring her back.
I failed.
I did not know enough, I
did not have enough power.
But you did not
fail the second time.
We have beautiful daughter.
Does she about me?
Does she know what
flows through her blood?
No.
And she never will.
I can offer you
a choice, viking.
What?
You can save the village
or you can save Greta.
Is there no good left in you?
No, that is your
choice and you know
what I will ask of you.
The viking choice.
Or the selfish one.
Is there nothing
of my Elena left?
No, make your choice.
You know my choice.
I foresaw it days ago.
The lake told me.
Just grant me one last thing.
I beg you.
If there's any remnant
of my Elena left,
take pity on me.
Grant me the time to
say goodbye to my Greta.
You will have the
time it takes this sand
to go through the
timer to find her,
and to deliver your
parting message.
You may not have long.
So I suggest you make haste.
Go now!
What madman puts a
scarecrow in the woods?
Scarecrow, have I
seen you before.
Looks like the same straw
man we tied Henerik to.
What are you?
Bless me this Odin.
Help me, help me.
No!
Greta!
- Ah.
- I found you.
Do not heed those screams.
It's too late for Stellon.
Why, why are you
not at the village?
I came to help.
Do not berate me father.
What is wrong?
What is wrong?
What's wrong, what's wrong?
The village, she's cursed.
I cannot be undone.
Cursed?
The witch.
What witch?
What curse?
Father, father this is madness.
Tell me, tell me what I
must do to save the village.
- Oh the village is gone.
- Tell me, tell me!
The witch.
What witch?
What curse?
Father father this is madness.
Father!
Tell me, tell me.
Tell me, tell me.
Our village is lost.
I made a bad, I
made a bad choice.
I did not make a
leader's choice.
I made a selfish,
a selfish choice.
Because I love thee.
Let me, let me
go see the witch.
No, no.
- Father.
- You must not go.
I beg you.
Father, father, father!
Father!
Father!
Father.
Father, father!
Father father father!
Father father father.
I have to go see the
witch with my own eyes.
I have to save the village.
Do not tease my fish, Greta.
I see more of me
than your father.
You have a beautiful complexion.
What madness are
you spouting witch?
Did your father not tell you?
Tell me what?
About your mother.
He told me my mother's dead.
No.
I am your mother.
No.
You feel it.
You know it to be true.
Do you not always have
a earning to come here.
I have waited for
years to draw you here.
But your father was a
persuasive and commanding man.
You killed him.
He gave himself up willingly.
No one who enters my
realm leaves alive.
I can give them something
in return, for a price.
What price witch?
I took his soul.
He gave up his village,
all of his kin,
even his place in
Valhalla, for you.
Why am I so special?
You are very special Greta.
But you are torn
between two destinies,
the vikings destiny
and witchcraft.
I will always be a viking.
What good is it being a
viking without a village?
Go now Henerik of the Larsons.
You have a village to destroy,
and little time to do it.
No, no, please, stop him.
I beg you mother.
My mother.
You must have some good in her.
Stop Henerik.
Daughter, Henerik
paid a price.
I will not stop him.
And no mortal can.
He will go when
his time is done.
There must be
something I can do.
Fulfill your destiny.
Give yourself up
to the dark arts.
To witchcraft.
I can put a spell
upon your sword.
And you can slay Henerik
before the village falls.
At what price witch?
When it is done, you
will be bound by this lake.
You will become immortal.
Greta.
I cannot.
I dishonor my father
by even being here.
And what of your village,
do you know want them to live?
Women, children.
Decide quickly.
Do it.
And make heed.
I have a village to save.
But no one has returned yet.
This is worrying.
We're weakened without
our jarl and his warriors.
They'll return, no
one can defeat them.
I do not recall a
scarecrow being there.
Maybe someone put him there
when our attention was turned.
If anybody sneaks past
us into the village,
we'll be in trouble.
Relax, there's no way.
This is merely the
work of a jester.
Is this the one from
over near the field
by three point path?
It looks like it.
Why would someone put
such a cursed scarecrow
near our village?
They say there was field
with the most lustrous corn
that died under the watch
of this wretched thing.
Twice, the farmer
enraged had to burn it.
And both time the
fire just faded away.
The third time he
tried he burned alive.
The fire jumped onto him.
Nonsense.
What can we do with
this cursed thing?
Relax, we simply have to
Go back to your quarter.
Seal the wound with
fire, and see the healer.
Henerik!
Is that all you've got?
Urgh!
Ugh.
So this is my destiny.
What of Henerik?
He's gone.
What did you feel
when you killed him?
Nothing.
I felt nothing.
Not even the energy.
I don't feel Henerik's
soul is within me.
I thought maybe your
instinct might've caused you
to consume him yourself.
Nothing happened.
This is not possible.
Henerik is not dead.
Urgh, there is, please, argh.
Now, he's dead.
You save me.
I felt this power
surge through me.
I did something that
goes against Odin.
It defies natural law.
Did it feel good.
It's like nothing
I've ever felt before.
I was so close to
death and then,
this power came from nowhere.
You were bound to the
lake, and you cannot leave.
But you can learn
everything within this.
And your power within this
realm is almost limitless.
You can steal the
destiny of souls
from their place
in the next life.
Like you sole my father's.
He gave it willingly.
What if I wanted
to give a soul back?
Could I do that?
Only in death.
I'm sorry, mother,
for what I must do.
My father deserves no less
than his place in Valhalla.
Greta.
Valhalla.
Valhalla!
I saw the others up ahead.
We should go and
join them then.
Argh, I can't
even do that right.
Right.
Oh!
Who are you?
You do not know?
Do you not know of this place?
Who are you?
What ails you
Gregor of Karraf.
what's the matter.
I feel bad for Gregor.
Why do you feel for
that lowly blacksmith.
You're way to pretty
for that old workhorse.
Besides, soon I will
make you as pretty as me.
We'll be going to
my castle tomorrow.
And there I will buy
you the finest dresses,
and adorn you in the
most exotic jewels.
For you are beautiful.
- What the...
- what is it?
It's,
it sounds like scavengers.
Why don't you go and find out.
- Me?
- Yes you.
You're a village girl.
They'll see you have
no money and leave.
But, what if they
want something more?
You must go.
Look, if I go,
they'll kill us both
and leave us for the crows.
Now, now go, now.
You call yourself a man.
Maybe someone's
by the look of it.
Seven take.
What was that?
Let's hand him
I will give you
two days to fulfill.
- Henerik.
- And you didn't kill him.
Apparently my husband likes
these well dressed.