Vikings (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Rites of Passage - full transcript

Ragnar goes on a trip of initiation with his son. Meanwhile, he thinks he has finally found a way to sail ships to the west. However, his beliefs are seen as insane so he chooses to go against the law.







I missed.

Here's one.

Come on.
Let's go home.


What are you two doing?

I'm taking Bjorn to the thing tomorrow.

Not yet.
He's not old enough.

- He's 12 years old.
- Take him next year.

Next year is soon enough.

He'll need a silk ribbon, Lagertha.

You're a handsome boy.

Funny ears, though.

Don't sleep with lots of women in Kattegat.

I can do without it for a few days.

Is that another way of saying you love me?

I always dream of you.

Last night, I dreamt
you were feeding me blood pudding.

What does that mean?

It means you're giving me your heart.

Get your dog, boy.

Come on, boy.

What will happen at the thing?

The Earl will deal with
some criminal offenses,

and then, we'll discuss the summer raids.

- And where will you go?
- The Earl decides.

He owns the ships.

He'll send us to the east,
as always, to the Baltic lands,

but I want to know what's to the west.

What cities and gods are over there.

See, I'm not satisfied with this.

Odin gave his eye to acquire knowledge,

but I would give far more.

And will Earl Haraldson let you?


Like this, nice and tight.

And on three.

One, two, three.

Very good, Gyda.

Gyda, feed the goats.

Go on!

- What do you want?
- We know you're all alone here.

All the men are gone.

If you're thirsty, I will give you a drink.

If you're hungry, I will feed you.

Otherwise, you must go.

We will eat and drink
after we've satisfied our other needs.

I don't want to kill you, woman.

You couldn't kill me
if you tried for 100 years.


I went to confess my love to her,

but I was set upon by a bear

and an enormous hound who guarded her home.

I killed the bear with my spear,

and I managed to strangle the
hound with my bare hands.

And that is how I gained
her hand in marriage.

Did she tell you the same story?

Just about.

Are you ready to receive
your arm ring and become a man?


And what does a man do?

- He fights.
- And?

He looks after his family.

That's right.

Could you look after our family?

What do you mean?
You look after us.

Say I wasn't there.

I have a big decision to make.

It may change many things.

Now, go to sleep.
You have a big day tomorrow.


- So, here you are, brother.
- Rollo.

By Freyr and all the gods, how you've grown.

Hello, Rollo.

Are you here for the thing?
You're a real man now.

Come, let's get a drink.

Looking a little pale, Bjorn.

Are you ready for a woman?

There's some good-looking women in Kattegat.
Some of them are free.

Can't even grow a beard, can you, boy?

Why don't you go lie down?

So where do you think
the Earl is going to send us this year?

Those bastards to the east
are as poor as we are.

I know.

That's why we should sail west.

I've heard such tales, Rollo.

Great towns and cities and treasures.

Hoards of gold and silver, and a new god.

I've heard those stories, too,
but what does it mean?

We can't sail across an open ocean.

I believe there's a way to go west.

I have something that will change everything.


- What is that?
- Now just listen.

A while back, I met someone,

a wanderer.

He told me it was possible to go west,
over the open sea,

using this.

It's a sun board.

It needs to sit in water.

Another wanderer?

- This time, it's different.
- Now tell me, Ragnar, this wanderer of yours,

- has he ever sailed west himself?
- Just get some water.

Now, this candle is the sun.

Every day, the sun rises up
into the sky until noon.

See how the shadow shortens?

At noon, it is at its shortest.

That only tells me
how far south I have traveled.

Didn't I just tell you to listen?

The day before sailing,
you mark a circle around the pointer

where the shadow is at its shortest at noon.

The next day at sea,

you place the board back into water
around noon and watch the shadow.

- If the shadow only touches the circle...
- Your course remains true?


And if it passes outside
the circle, like this...

Then you have drifted, and you
must steer further south.


And what if it never reaches the circle?

Then you are too far south,
and must steer more to the north.

That's it!

Keep the noon shadow on the circle,

and your course will be true.


But what if there is no sun?

How can the board help you then?

How could you find your way?

Using this.

Follow me outside.

They call it a sunstone.

You see?

There is the sun.

Now we go west.

Come on. Come on.



Olaf Anwend, you have pleaded
guilty to the charge of stealing.

Tomorrow, you will run a gauntlet of stones
and turf as punishment.

Yes, Lord.
Thank you, Lord.

Let it be known, a fine is to be paid
by anyone who fails to throw something.

Bring in the next accused.

- There he is!
- Murderer!

Burn him!

Eric Trygvasson, you are
accused of the murder

of Sigvald Strut this January.

How do you plead?

It wasn't murder, Lord.
I killed him in self-defense.


If it wasn't murder, why did
you not declare your crime

to the first person that you met
afterwards, as the law obliges?

In fact, you passed by several houses
before you reported it.

I thought the relatives of the dead man
might be living in them.

The law allows you to pass two houses,

in such circumstances, but never a third.

You murdered my brother in cold blood!

It's not true!

We argued about some disputed land.
He pulled out a knife!

You wanted that land for yourself!

You're a liar and a coward.

Who says I'm a coward?
I'm not a coward.


As the normal procedures were not followed,

this killing cannot be atoned for

by compensating the victim's family.

Murder is a dishonorable deed
amongst our people.

Carried out in secret, unacknowledged,

and likely to give rise to a
series of revenge killings

that would involve your own family.

Lord, you knew about that land.

- You knew I had a claim to it...
- Enough!

I ask you to look to the accused.

If you think that he is guilty,
raise your arms.

The decision must be unanimous.

Eric Trygvasson,

you have been found guilty of murder.

- Yes!
- Justice!

How do you wish to die?

By beheading, Lord.

Your wish is granted.
You shall be executed tomorrow.

After which we shall feast
and talk about the summer raids.

You have to.

Why is he smiling, Father?

He wants to die well, without fear,

to atone for his sins.

You must watch, for his sake.

It's his only hope of reaching Valhalla.

Feed him to your pigs!

And I curse him.

May he never enter Valhalla.

May he never feast with the gods.

- Why did he do that?
- He should not have done that.

Someone told me
he wanted that land for himself,

and he knew Trygvasson had the best
claim to it, but refused to sell it.

You hear that, boy?
This is how things are done around here.

Olaf, son of Ingolf,

Bjorn, son of Ragnar,

may you accept this gift of salt and earth

to remind yourself
that you belong to both the land and the sea.

These arm rings bind you in loyalty to me,
your lord, your chieftain.

Any oath that you swear on these rings
must be honored and kept.

Do you understand and swear to this?

Yes, Lord.
Yes, Lord.

And do you freely give your fealty to me,
your lord, your chieftain?

Yes, Lord.
Yes, Lord.

Good. You may put
on the arm rings.

Come here.

Let us feast!

My Lord,

we all want to feast,

but we also want to know
where we will be raiding this summer.

Can't it wait, Ragnar?

No. Tell us.

We want to know.

- We have a right to know.
- Very well.

We will raid east again, to the eastlands
and into Russia.

Every year

we go to the same places!

But there is an alternative,

if you choose.

Yes, yes. Choice, yes.

I have heard of these rumors, these stories.

That if we travel west,
that we will somehow reach a land

that is rich and plentiful.

But I tell you that I will not
risk my ships or my reputation

on such a deluded fantasy.

They are my ships.
I pay for them.

And they go where I tell them to go.

Now that's the end of the matter.

Let's feast!

Let me see!

It's a fine ring.

Ragnar Lothbrok,

Earl Haraldson wants to
speak with you in private.

Stay with your uncle.

Ragnar Lothbrok.

Sit down.

Are you hungry?

Yes, Lord.

You want to feast in my hall?

You want to sail in my ships?

Anything else you want from me?

- Lord...
- You keep talking about the west.

What do you know of it? Hmm?

Why are you so certain
that it's a land of great riches?

I can't be sure.

- But I believe that...
- I don't care what you believe.

You insulted me out there,

and not for the first time,

but, believe me, it will be the last.

Who told you you could go?

You are a farmer.

You should be content with your lot.

Farms are few and in great demand,

and there are many people here who
would like to possess your land.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I understand.

Then don't ever stick
your nose in my face again.

I don't trust him.
Watch him.

Where are we
going now? I'm so tired.

To talk to the gods.

It's what we do.

Why don't you come in?
I'm waiting.


What do you want?

I want to know what the gods have in store.

For you, or for the boy?

I'm more interested in myself.

The gods desire you to have a great future.
I see that.

But they can withdraw
their goodwill at any time.

To have this great future,

must I challenge the law?

You must convince
the gods to alter the runes

so they work in your favor.

But the laws of men

are far below the workings
and shapings of the gods.

So I should take the laws of men

into my own hands?

Answer me.

You already have your answer.

No, I don't.

Well, then go and ask the gods yourself.

What are you afraid of?

Wait outside.

All right.

You haven't helped me at all, ancient one.

Perhaps you asked the wrong questions.

Where are they?

Where are my sons?

You said you'd found them.

We have someone special to visit.

- His name is Floki.
- "Floki"?

Like Loki, the god?

Yes, only different.

- How is he different?
- He's not a god.

- Why didn't he come to the thing?
- Because...

Because he's shy.

Floki, this is my son, Bjorn.

Hello. How are you?

Well. Thank you, sir.

Let me see.

You have your father's eyes


Why unfortunately?

It means he will be like you,

and therefore
he will want to do better than you,

and you will hate him for it.

How can you tell that
by just looking at my face?

It's the same with trees.

I can tell which trees will make

the best planks just by looking at them.

I can look inside the tree.

Floki is a boat-builder.

Among other things.

This is one.

Inside this tree are two
almost perfect planks.

They will bend, then curve,

like a woman's bod
from the thighs to the back.

When I split this tree, I will find them.

You can see that?

Do you think I'm joking?

I joke about many things, son of Ragnar,

but never about ship-building.

Do you imagine ships are just dead things?

So, what about our boat?

It will be lighter and carry a bigger sail.

The construction is different.

It's built with a strong central plank.

The two strakes above it are nailed
directly onto the knees of the frame.

But the ones below... Look!

Are cleated and lashed onto
the frames, not nailed,

so they can move in relation to each other.

This means the boat
won't butt against the waves like a goat,

but move over them like a ripple.

The hull is deeper.
How will my men set their oars?

I will cut them into the sheerstrakes,

and the ports can be closed
when the boat is at sea.

And you think
it could handle long sea voyages?

That's why I'm building it.

But will it be strong enough?

We won't know that until we try.

When will it be ready?

As to that...

- What?
- We're out of money.

We have to pay for the sail
and then the anchor.

I know what those blacksmiths
are like, greedy bastards.

For the anchor.

It's all I have left
from last summer's raids.

Don't worry.

We'll soon be as rich as dwarves!

I missed you.

Did anything happen while we were away?


Did you miss me?

I ached with love longing.

My belly was empty of laughter.

Is that what you want? Hmm?

You want me to make you laugh?

I don't want to laugh now.

I want to ride you, like a bull.

Like a wild bull.

- Hello, young Bjorn.
- Hello, Rollo.

Where are your parents?

They are having sex.


I guess we'll have to wait.

So, Gyda,

is your mother teaching
you how to use a shield?

Yes, I know how to use a shield.

Your mother was a famous shield-maiden.

- "Was"?
- Is a famous shield-maiden.

We fought in the same shield
wall against the eastlanders.

She fought like a valkyrie.

Come on, children, to bed.

Let's leave the men.

But I'm a man.
I have a ring.

- Let him stay awhile.
- To bed!

Say good night.

Good night, my children.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night.
Good night.


Good night, Father.

Tell me your news.

What about the boat?

It's nearly ready.

Do you trust Floki?

Isn't he a great joker?

He's a great boat builder.
I trust him to do that.

I won't go under your command.

I won't go unless we're all equal.

We are brothers.

You and I will always be equal.

Then we must find a crew.

Not many men will go
against the wishes of Haraldson.

Many will be afraid.

Some may even go to him and betray us.

I must go piss.

Yesterday, I was with a girl from the town.

Thank you.

A good-looking girl, too.

But when she shouted out in pleasure,

I didn't see her face.

I saw yours.


Don't talk like that.

Why not?

I think about you all the time.

That's too bad.

- Don't insult me, shield-maiden.
- No.

I would never insult you.

You're too great a warrior,

but perhaps not so great a man.

I saw something.

What did you see?

A sign.

It made me certain we're
doing the right thing.

Good night, brother.

- It's...
- No need to say.

- I see it in your eyes.
- Beautiful.

It's only beautiful if it works.

Set the sail.

Floki! The sail!

- She'll sink.
- No, she bloody won't.

I shouldn't have pretended
to build such a boat.

It's beyond my humble capabilities.

I'll set the sail.

I'm sorry, Ragnar.

I've wasted all your money.
It was all a joke.

Shut up, man.

Now it runs on its cool keel.

It's beautiful.

Why didn't you believe me?
I told you I could do it!

Now it's all up to you, Ragnar Lothbrok.