Vikings (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 13 - Two Journeys - full transcript
Ragnar and Ivar face a difficult decision in regards to their crew; Bjorn has an unexpected reunion.
What?
What can you see?
I cannot see any of our boats.
Mother was right.
Almost.
You see the others?
What weapons do we have?
So, Father, what are we going to do?
Your son asks a good question.
Here we are in deep trouble.
So, what are you going to do about it?
- I don't know yet.
- Then you'd better make up your mind.
Because all this is your fault.
You made us sail here,
and as far as we know, we,
this little group here,
are all that are left.
Where is your army of revenge
now, Ragnar Lothbrok?
I'll tell you where it is.
At the bottom of the sea,
feeding the fishes.
I suggest you all warm up a little.
Get out!
Let's go.
Forget that thing. Just crawl.
With this, I can walk like a normal man.
Get off me!
I'm not going to stand around all
day watching you try to be normal,
- when you never will be.
- I am normal.
No, you are not.
Once you realize that, that is
when greatness will happen.
Now crawl!
**
Frankia.
Are you going to try
and contact Uncle Rollo?
Papa!
William! Marcellus, come!
Come, children.
Now, we have to carry the cripple.
This disaster, they all blame you for it.
I know.
What's so funny?
It's just the great Ragnar Lothbrok
acting like a nurse to a cripple.
Pagans!
What now, Prince Aethelwulf?
We find Ragnar Lothbrok.
You see how well treachery pays off, Bjorn.
Don't do anything stupid, Floki.
I've never done anything stupid in my life.
But I am contemplating whether dying would
be better than dealing with this scum.
I don't want to apologize.
What would be the point?
We are where we are.
Gods have spoken.
This is my wife, Princess Gisla.
And our children, William, Marcellus.
Celsa.
My wife wants to know why you are here.
So do I.
I want to go here.
To this sea.
But I have to sail along
your coastline to get there.
I need safe passage for my fleet.
In return for what?
In return for not attacking your
villages and towns, like we should do.
- May I take this?
- No.
How long do you think
you can keep us prisoners, traitor?
We have 60 ships outside
your ports full of Vikings!
Don't you think they will come
knocking soon if we don't return?
If we stick to the coast, we
can find the fishing village.
We can make camp and steal
a boat in the morning.
That is what you want to do, isn't it?
What else is there for us?
It's the only thing we can do.
Those soldiers will have
discovered the wreckage by now.
They'll be looking for us.
And if they find us,
we look like part of a raiding party.
A small threat, but still a threat.
I have no doubt what they'll do to us.
You think it's possible we
might be able to steal a boat?
I didn't come here to go back.
That is why we can no longer
travel with our friends.
What are you talking about?
It can only be you.
And me.
You and me?
You mean, an old man and a cripple?
Yes.
I am taking Kattegat back.
Aslaug isn't fit to be Queen.
What about Ragnar's sons?
- Born of a witch.
- They are still his sons.
Bjorn, Hvitserk, and Ivar are all gone.
But Ubbe and Sigurd remain. Are
you going to kill them, too?
Torvi!
- Who is this?
- A slave girl. Margrethe.
- And why have you brought her?
- She was being used by the sons of Ragnar.
All of them?
Did you hate all of the sons?
No.
But I thought Ivar would kill me.
But Ivar has gone.
Enough questions.
I have to talk to Torvi.
How is Guthrum?
How is your son?
He is happy and well.
You must return to Kattegat
before your absence is noticed.
But, when you return, there is
something else I need you to do.
What do you want, cripple?
Ivar! Ivar!
You don't have to kill me!
Because you can have this.
This is an interesting place
you've brought us to.
I hope it's not the last
place on earth I see.
Why aren't you talking? Could it be because
you know you've made a bad judgment?
We totally believed in you,
and thought the gods did also.
Still, you must have a plan for
getting us out of this mess.
And I'm sure we'd all like
to hear what it is.
How could you ever think you
can do business with Rollo?
He's killed hundreds of our people! He's lied
and cheated, double-crossed his own brother,
renounced the gods, committed
every crime known to man.
We should have attacked his fleet!
At least we could have fought and
died like Vikings, instead of sheep.
Do not disappoint us, Ironside.
So, Ragnar has returned.
He came with a fleet,
but his ships were broken up in a storm.
It seems unlikely many of them survived.
But some survivors were found slaughtered
near the village of Wareham.
Who killed them?
I don't know. But we didn't.
And there is no sign of Ragnar?
No.
You will keep searching.
In the meantime, I must leave
for council in Repton.
I cannot ignore my duties just because
one man has illegally entered my kingdom.
He is not just one man!
He is the history of his race, Father.
He's the face of the enemy we must
always fight, always overcome.
And if we are the Lambs of God, then he...
He is the eternal wolf.
Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.
You didn't.
What's this?
It's the raven banner of Ragnar Lothbrok.
We think he's returned to haunt us.
- Will he come here?
- Who knows?
But as long as he does not arrive
at the head of 3,000 warriors,
I refuse to be alarmed.
Whatever my son says,
he is, after all, just a man.
How do we know that we're going
in the right direction, Father?
All roads lead to the throne.
Sounds good, but it's probably wrong.
I bet you wish you'd never
brought me along. Right?
And I bet you wish you would
have killed me when I was born,
just like you wanted to.
Only when you talk.
I thought your legs were a weakness
and you wouldn't survive.
I was wrong.
Your legs have given you a strength,
a strength that
even your brothers don't have.
You are like a deaf man whose eyesight
is sharper than anyone else's.
You are special.
Not in spite of your legs,
but because of them.
I think that's the first time you've
ever admitted to being wrong.
It'll never happen again, so enjoy it.
Bjorn, let me present to you
Johannes Scotus Erivgena, a librarian.
I sent for him from Paris.
Hence the delay.
Come.
I want Scotus to explain this map to you.
What you see on the table in front of you is
the Strabo map of the entire road network
of the Roman Empire at its zenith.
Of which your own map
is but a mere fragment.
You can see that the Empire
was all built around the Mediterranean Sea.
It started here in Rome,
then it annexed all of
these Greek territories,
and then went here,
into what is now known as Saracen Spain.
Which is to say, a Muslim caliphate.
So, to reach the enclosed sea?
You will have to navigate
some dangerous waters,
and into the Bay of Biscay, here,
which is also notorious for its
storms and its violent seas.
But first, we must sail
along the Frankish coast.
Is there any other route?
Can you...
**
No other route.
Will you give us safe passage along the
Frankish coast so we may sail unmolested?
No.
Only if you allow me to come with you.
Come on, donkey.
What if we're walking
in the wrong direction, hmm?
Then we'll turn around
and walk the other way.
What is it about you?
What?
Well, you do not seem to accept
the verdict of the gods.
What is their verdict?
You tell me!
If you want to know
if the gods still favor you,
then look around.
Look at us.
You give the gods too much credit.
Oh, so, then you disagree with all of us?
With the Seer? With everyone?
What if I do?
Well, I guess that is
why you are who you are.
I never thought of that before.
You were just my famous father.
I thought you must have got lucky
because the gods chose you.
But, maybe that is not true.
But you are not Viking.
You renounced your heritage!
You embraced our world and our
God, and I have had your children.
And they are not Viking.
And if I thought they were Viking,
I would kill them before killing myself.
Everything you say is true.
But I love you and I love my children.
But I cannot deny that part of myself which
is still Viking, no matter how hard I try.
Then, perhaps, you don't try hard enough.
When you... When you hear
thunder, it is only thunder.
But for me, it is still
Thor beating his hammer.
If you go away, whether you live or die,
this will probably be the end of us.
Come on, brother!
Let's go.
Two sons of Ragnar Lothbrok!
How privileged we are.
If you say so.
How many of you are there altogether?
Who can say for sure?
I know of one for sure.
Yes. And may the gods be with
Bjorn and our brother Hvitserk,
wherever they may be.
**
**
But you are here!
And so is Margrethe.
So we were told.
We're not quite sure why.
Margrethe has invited you here
because she loves both of you.
You will have to decide amongst yourselves.
Unless, you decide that you can share her.
I am really sorry.
Hey! Let us out!
- Oars!
- Ship oars!
Oars!
Pull him up!
- Row!
- Row!
Row!
Enough!
These are my people.
We made it.
Once we get inside, we will be separated.
If you are smart, you will not be hurt.
When I can, I will find you.
I know what to do.
I think you brought me here for a reason.
No matter what they do to me,
you have to act like a cripple,
and then they won't feel threatened by you.
And what are they going to do to you?
So, I'm going to watch you being hurt?
Sounds like a good plan.
My Lord!
Archers!
What can you see?
I cannot see any of our boats.
Mother was right.
Almost.
You see the others?
What weapons do we have?
So, Father, what are we going to do?
Your son asks a good question.
Here we are in deep trouble.
So, what are you going to do about it?
- I don't know yet.
- Then you'd better make up your mind.
Because all this is your fault.
You made us sail here,
and as far as we know, we,
this little group here,
are all that are left.
Where is your army of revenge
now, Ragnar Lothbrok?
I'll tell you where it is.
At the bottom of the sea,
feeding the fishes.
I suggest you all warm up a little.
Get out!
Let's go.
Forget that thing. Just crawl.
With this, I can walk like a normal man.
Get off me!
I'm not going to stand around all
day watching you try to be normal,
- when you never will be.
- I am normal.
No, you are not.
Once you realize that, that is
when greatness will happen.
Now crawl!
**
Frankia.
Are you going to try
and contact Uncle Rollo?
Papa!
William! Marcellus, come!
Come, children.
Now, we have to carry the cripple.
This disaster, they all blame you for it.
I know.
What's so funny?
It's just the great Ragnar Lothbrok
acting like a nurse to a cripple.
Pagans!
What now, Prince Aethelwulf?
We find Ragnar Lothbrok.
You see how well treachery pays off, Bjorn.
Don't do anything stupid, Floki.
I've never done anything stupid in my life.
But I am contemplating whether dying would
be better than dealing with this scum.
I don't want to apologize.
What would be the point?
We are where we are.
Gods have spoken.
This is my wife, Princess Gisla.
And our children, William, Marcellus.
Celsa.
My wife wants to know why you are here.
So do I.
I want to go here.
To this sea.
But I have to sail along
your coastline to get there.
I need safe passage for my fleet.
In return for what?
In return for not attacking your
villages and towns, like we should do.
- May I take this?
- No.
How long do you think
you can keep us prisoners, traitor?
We have 60 ships outside
your ports full of Vikings!
Don't you think they will come
knocking soon if we don't return?
If we stick to the coast, we
can find the fishing village.
We can make camp and steal
a boat in the morning.
That is what you want to do, isn't it?
What else is there for us?
It's the only thing we can do.
Those soldiers will have
discovered the wreckage by now.
They'll be looking for us.
And if they find us,
we look like part of a raiding party.
A small threat, but still a threat.
I have no doubt what they'll do to us.
You think it's possible we
might be able to steal a boat?
I didn't come here to go back.
That is why we can no longer
travel with our friends.
What are you talking about?
It can only be you.
And me.
You and me?
You mean, an old man and a cripple?
Yes.
I am taking Kattegat back.
Aslaug isn't fit to be Queen.
What about Ragnar's sons?
- Born of a witch.
- They are still his sons.
Bjorn, Hvitserk, and Ivar are all gone.
But Ubbe and Sigurd remain. Are
you going to kill them, too?
Torvi!
- Who is this?
- A slave girl. Margrethe.
- And why have you brought her?
- She was being used by the sons of Ragnar.
All of them?
Did you hate all of the sons?
No.
But I thought Ivar would kill me.
But Ivar has gone.
Enough questions.
I have to talk to Torvi.
How is Guthrum?
How is your son?
He is happy and well.
You must return to Kattegat
before your absence is noticed.
But, when you return, there is
something else I need you to do.
What do you want, cripple?
Ivar! Ivar!
You don't have to kill me!
Because you can have this.
This is an interesting place
you've brought us to.
I hope it's not the last
place on earth I see.
Why aren't you talking? Could it be because
you know you've made a bad judgment?
We totally believed in you,
and thought the gods did also.
Still, you must have a plan for
getting us out of this mess.
And I'm sure we'd all like
to hear what it is.
How could you ever think you
can do business with Rollo?
He's killed hundreds of our people! He's lied
and cheated, double-crossed his own brother,
renounced the gods, committed
every crime known to man.
We should have attacked his fleet!
At least we could have fought and
died like Vikings, instead of sheep.
Do not disappoint us, Ironside.
So, Ragnar has returned.
He came with a fleet,
but his ships were broken up in a storm.
It seems unlikely many of them survived.
But some survivors were found slaughtered
near the village of Wareham.
Who killed them?
I don't know. But we didn't.
And there is no sign of Ragnar?
No.
You will keep searching.
In the meantime, I must leave
for council in Repton.
I cannot ignore my duties just because
one man has illegally entered my kingdom.
He is not just one man!
He is the history of his race, Father.
He's the face of the enemy we must
always fight, always overcome.
And if we are the Lambs of God, then he...
He is the eternal wolf.
Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.
You didn't.
What's this?
It's the raven banner of Ragnar Lothbrok.
We think he's returned to haunt us.
- Will he come here?
- Who knows?
But as long as he does not arrive
at the head of 3,000 warriors,
I refuse to be alarmed.
Whatever my son says,
he is, after all, just a man.
How do we know that we're going
in the right direction, Father?
All roads lead to the throne.
Sounds good, but it's probably wrong.
I bet you wish you'd never
brought me along. Right?
And I bet you wish you would
have killed me when I was born,
just like you wanted to.
Only when you talk.
I thought your legs were a weakness
and you wouldn't survive.
I was wrong.
Your legs have given you a strength,
a strength that
even your brothers don't have.
You are like a deaf man whose eyesight
is sharper than anyone else's.
You are special.
Not in spite of your legs,
but because of them.
I think that's the first time you've
ever admitted to being wrong.
It'll never happen again, so enjoy it.
Bjorn, let me present to you
Johannes Scotus Erivgena, a librarian.
I sent for him from Paris.
Hence the delay.
Come.
I want Scotus to explain this map to you.
What you see on the table in front of you is
the Strabo map of the entire road network
of the Roman Empire at its zenith.
Of which your own map
is but a mere fragment.
You can see that the Empire
was all built around the Mediterranean Sea.
It started here in Rome,
then it annexed all of
these Greek territories,
and then went here,
into what is now known as Saracen Spain.
Which is to say, a Muslim caliphate.
So, to reach the enclosed sea?
You will have to navigate
some dangerous waters,
and into the Bay of Biscay, here,
which is also notorious for its
storms and its violent seas.
But first, we must sail
along the Frankish coast.
Is there any other route?
Can you...
**
No other route.
Will you give us safe passage along the
Frankish coast so we may sail unmolested?
No.
Only if you allow me to come with you.
Come on, donkey.
What if we're walking
in the wrong direction, hmm?
Then we'll turn around
and walk the other way.
What is it about you?
What?
Well, you do not seem to accept
the verdict of the gods.
What is their verdict?
You tell me!
If you want to know
if the gods still favor you,
then look around.
Look at us.
You give the gods too much credit.
Oh, so, then you disagree with all of us?
With the Seer? With everyone?
What if I do?
Well, I guess that is
why you are who you are.
I never thought of that before.
You were just my famous father.
I thought you must have got lucky
because the gods chose you.
But, maybe that is not true.
But you are not Viking.
You renounced your heritage!
You embraced our world and our
God, and I have had your children.
And they are not Viking.
And if I thought they were Viking,
I would kill them before killing myself.
Everything you say is true.
But I love you and I love my children.
But I cannot deny that part of myself which
is still Viking, no matter how hard I try.
Then, perhaps, you don't try hard enough.
When you... When you hear
thunder, it is only thunder.
But for me, it is still
Thor beating his hammer.
If you go away, whether you live or die,
this will probably be the end of us.
Come on, brother!
Let's go.
Two sons of Ragnar Lothbrok!
How privileged we are.
If you say so.
How many of you are there altogether?
Who can say for sure?
I know of one for sure.
Yes. And may the gods be with
Bjorn and our brother Hvitserk,
wherever they may be.
**
**
But you are here!
And so is Margrethe.
So we were told.
We're not quite sure why.
Margrethe has invited you here
because she loves both of you.
You will have to decide amongst yourselves.
Unless, you decide that you can share her.
I am really sorry.
Hey! Let us out!
- Oars!
- Ship oars!
Oars!
Pull him up!
- Row!
- Row!
Row!
Enough!
These are my people.
We made it.
Once we get inside, we will be separated.
If you are smart, you will not be hurt.
When I can, I will find you.
I know what to do.
I think you brought me here for a reason.
No matter what they do to me,
you have to act like a cripple,
and then they won't feel threatened by you.
And what are they going to do to you?
So, I'm going to watch you being hurt?
Sounds like a good plan.
My Lord!
Archers!