Vikings (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 8 - Portage - full transcript

I cannot believe this is happening.

We agreed to raid with
the mighty Ragnar Lothbrok.

Now we are running away.

You saw what happened.
You were there.

What would you have done differently?

I don't think you understand.

This has nothing to do with us.

We bought into the magic
of Ragnar Lothbrok.

We thought no one could stand in his way.

In our world, we cannot accept compromise.

We cannot accept failure.



Someone is always responsible for failure.

If I were you,

I wouldn't talk about Ragnar
Lothbrok like that to my face.

Have we been beaten?

No, not us.

Not the gods.

Just Ragnar.

You know this weakens you.

This weakens you in every way.

Count Odo, I am forever in your debt.

Well, the tribute should not all go to me, Your
Highness, but to your warriors and soldiers

who have surpassed themselves in courage,

and proved themselves worthy successors
to the armies of Charlemagne.

You are the savior of Paris.



Tell me, what can I give you as a reward?

It distresses me to say so, Your Highness,

but I fear the trust you have placed
in the Northman Rollo, is misplaced.

How so? Has he not
guided us well?

Well, it's true he has contributed
to the defeat of his brother.

But that was not for the sake of Paris.

It was a quarrel between them.

And now Rollo has the upper hand,

I fear he may revert to his instincts.

Rollo's conversion to
Christianity is a joke.

For there is nothing else in
the mind of the pagan Rollo

but the destruction
of Paris and its emperor.

- You may be right.
- I am right.

And Roland can confirm it.

I believe we can no more trust
him than trust a wild boar.

In any case, Your Highness,
he has now served his purpose.

- Then? - Then you must use your
power, and proceed quickly.

Arrest Rollo before he can savor
and celebrate his triumph.

Or before he escapes to
raise an army against us.

- But my daughter...
- Will get over it.

She is young, and can entertain
the prospect of a more...

Civilized marriage.

I am grateful for your honesty,

as well as your valor, Count Odo.

Let me reflect on this for a while.

Open the gates!

God bless the King!

God bless the King!
God bless the King!

Thank you, Your Grace.
I feel blessed indeed.

We have won a great victory in Mercia!

- God be praised!
- God be praised!

And there is no more Ruling Council?

Not when the councilors
all lie abed in the earth, no.

And Wigstan?

He has renounced all this world
and gone on a final pilgrimage to Rome.

- I let him.
- Then I am Queen again!

Judith, have you any news of
your husband or of Alfred?

No, Sire.
There is no news.

We must hold a special
mass to pray for them.

But I know the boy is safe.

Athelstan walks beside him,
every step, every mile.

Of that, I am most certain.

And now, forgive me.
I am weary, and must rest.

Bjorn!

What?

Tell everyone we're going
to make camp here.

Why would we camp here?

- Just do it.
- I want to know why.

You don't need to know why.

Sound the horns!
We camp here!

- Sigurd.
- What?

Are you not hungry?

What's wrong with you?

Don't you like to listen
to Harbard's stories?

Why don't you tell
me what's wrong? Hmm?

Is it something to do with me?

I wish my father was here.

Everything is strange.

Hey, boy. Sigurd!

- Let him go.
- You don't understand.

I want to tell him that I love him.

He has the wrong idea.

I love all of you.

- What are we doing here?
- Yes. We also want to know.

What is the point of making camp here?

When we ought to be continuing downriver.

When we came up, we saw a
few sizeable settlements.

- They were ripe for attacking.
- At least we wouldn't go home empty-handed.

- But they are not Paris.
- We left Paris behind.

Maybe you have, but I haven't.

- What do you mean?
- What I say.

Nobody here understands what
you're saying, King Ragnar.

Well, then maybe they ought to
listen, instead of talking.

We are going to lift
the boats up the cliff.

Then, we are to carry them
across the mountains,

past the forts,

and then simply slide them
back into the river. Upstream.

Carry them?
Up there?

Yes.
Up there.

You can do that, can't you, Floki?

- Or am I wrong?
- No.

I can do it, Ragnar.
I can do it for you.

Everything I do, Ragnar, is for you.

Let's empty the boats.

My Lord, I trust you are well
rested after such great exertions.

Forgive me, I had to come and see you.

- We have important matters to
discuss between us. - Indeed.

You know, of course, that I am with child.

And who, pray, is the father?

Your son, Aethelwulf.

- My son?
- Yes.

After he rescued me,
we formed an attachment.

A sincere attachment.

How strange life is.

- Have you told Judith?
- I have told no one but you.

I also need to return to Mercia, as
her true queen, by your good graces.

You are no longer Queen of Mercia.

But if, if the council are all
dead, and Wigstan is gone, then...

You are no longer the Queen,
because I am the King.

You are the King of Mercia?

And of Wessex,
together. Yes.

Waerferth.

Before they were unfortunately put to death, the
members of the Ruling Council, along with your family,

were obliged to put their
seals to these documents,

whereby Lord Wigstan, in the presence of
the laity and the clergy of Mercia,

accepted both your
abdication from the throne

and my assumption of it.

What?

As you see, the devices are
legal, the documents, binding.

Both in the eyes of men and of God.

No! You are a monster!

I always knew.

But, until this moment, I never
realized how truly monstrous you are!

My own sins seem
so trivial, so unimpressive!

How do you sleep at night, Lord Ecbert?
How do you sleep?

Heave! Pull!

Heave!

Hand me two of those.

Keep them coming.

Take hold of this.

Pull! Pull! Pull!

It's already on the cliff.

Pull!

What do you want me to do?

Take the rope.
Tie it off.

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I have it.
You take that one.

Ah, you had better say that.

Grab the other side.
Grab it!

You're insane, Ragnar Lothbrok.

You're insane. Because this is beautiful.
It's beautiful.

After everything we heard and thought,

we still underestimated you.

We feel stupid. I feel stupid right enough.

But we're honored to be here
with you doing the impossible.

Your Grace,

I wish to commend you for everything
you've done for me, and for Paris.

And for me.

I gave you my word.
And I kept it.

Then I drink to you, and salute
you, and thank God for you.

Amen!

The defeat of Ragnar Lothbrok
will resound down the ages.

What defeat?

As long as my brother is still
alive, he is not defeated.

He has retreated.

His chance to attack again has diminished.

And in the meantime, we can continue
to build our defenses against him.

You talk as if you no longer
need me to protect you.

I do not wish to give you that impression.

You should also know that I
am carrying Rollo's child.

How strange life is.

So let me drink to the first child...

...of our
Frankish-Viking alliance.

Long may it continue.

Salut.

Good afternoon.

I have not seen you for a long time.

I suppose you are bored with me.

You are very amusing, Therese,

but I was busy fighting the Northmen.
Did nobody tell you?

Of course they told me.

You are a great hero.

But still, since you returned to the city,
you've made no effort to see me.

And, in the meantime,
I have had an interesting idea.

What idea?

I thought, for once,
you might like me to whip you.

Of course, you can choose the whip.

And you will always be able
to tell me when to stop.

But I would prefer to
decide that for myself.

You are right.
The idea appeals.

Sigurd, stop!
Where are you taking me?

You have to come.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Strike.

Harder.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, yes.

Much harder!
I barely felt that.

No, no, no. Harder!

If you insist.

- Roland?
- Poor Odo.

- Who would have thought?
- How could you?

You are like a son to me.

Really?

No, no, Roland.
No, I beg you. Please listen.

Judith.

No, do not smile.

You'll not want to smile after
I've made my confession.

What are you talking about?

You know that the child
I carry is by your husband.

Yes, I know my husband lay with you.

And I forgive you.

Both he and you, for Christian
charity, and for love.

Sweet Judith.

Judith, I need your help.

- I am betrayed.
- Betrayed?

- By whom?
- By the King.

He has made himself King
of Mercia, at my expense.

And now I am nothing.

Ecbert did this
to you? Dear God.

- What will you do?
- I cannot stay here.

I will take Magnus and I will go away.

- Where?
- Somewhere. Anywhere that Ecbert is not King.

But, Judith, I need your help to escape.

Will you help me?

Thank you, my friend.

No. No.

No, no, no.

Stop it. Stop.
Stop now.

Stop, stop, stop.

Why are you so angry, little one?

Huh! You don't know?
You don't know why?

What have I done to you? Hmm?

I haven't done anything to you.

I love you.

How can you love me when you sleep
with every woman in Kattegat?

Oh, I don't sleep with every woman.

Only those who need me.

Enough now.
Enough. Enough.

I do not love these other
women as I love you, hmm?

I have sex with them to free them
of their devils and their fears.

I take their troubles upon myself,

as I took Ivar's pains upon myself.

Everything I do is holy.

That's why you called me back.

I heard you calling to me across
empty oceans and vast deserts.

That is why I returned.

I try to live like the gods.

I reject everything of this world...

Honor and glory, love
of oneself, even shame.

I only care about the will of the gods.

Only then can everything worldly pass away,

can the voices of the gods be heard.

And then their spirit dwells in me,

and I feel the ability
to heal and prophecy.

And take on the sins of the world...

Upon myself.

I have broken my life for your sake!

I do not know if you are a god,

but all I longed for was your
presence and your caresses.

I will always be with you,
little one. Always.

But do not try to possess me, hmm?

Because possession is the opposite of love.

Give this to Ivar. Hmm?

Where are you going?

Do you still think the moon is a god?

You know, of course, about
Kwenthrith and my son?

I also know that you have taken the
crown of Mercia from her head.

I had no choice. None.

No one in Mercia was ever going
to accept her as Queen again.

Even had I wanted to reinstate...

But you didn't want to, did you?

You'd worked it out before with Waerferth.

Everything had been arranged.

- Isn't that true?
- It's true.

And I ask your forgiveness.

- My forgiveness?
- Yes.

Because I cannot ask for God's.

I know I'm already beyond that.

But if only you will understand.

Why me?

I love you.

I know you may treat this
statement as compromised...

Disingenuous, perhaps even as a lie.
And why shouldn't you?

But the funny thing is...

It's true.

I have lied about many, many things,

both to others and to myself.

But I find to my surprise

that I cannot lie to you,

nor escape your judgment.

Please, Judith...

Don't forsake me.

Pull! Up!

- Slow!
- Ah! Help me!

That's it!

Here!

That's good!

Erlendur! No!

- Pull!
- Pull!

Pull!

Count Odo has been executed, by my order,

for disloyalty and high treason.

He deceived me, even though
I trusted and rewarded him.

And for such deception and treachery,

there can only ever be one punishment.

Your Grace will now be entrusted
completely with the defense of our realm.

This is the Iron Hand of Frankia.

I give it to Your Grace

as a symbol of my favor.

Thank you, Father.
You have made the right choice.

Wait.

Come here.

Why did you look at me that way?

In that fashion?

Why should you pity me?

I think you carry a terrible burden.

And you carry it alone.

Are you ready?

Do you believe?

Why does the most famous shield maiden
in the world ask us if we believe?

Of course we believe.
I never had any doubts. Never.

We will travel to Hel
and back with you and Ragnar.

I have to go.

I know. I'm going
to come with you.

Ah, no, you are not.

I am coming.
Don't deny me.

I've made that mistake before.

I'm not her. And I'm going
to save your life.

Helga.

Helga.

I have to leave.

Leave?

We must cross the mountains.
But you will be safe here.

You stay here. Get well.

I don't mind.

But don't die, Floki.

I'm leaving.
I need you to give me what you have left.

There is nothing left.

You're lying again.

Let me tell you...

The only reason that I wanted you to
come was because of the medicine.

I am here because you
said I was a free woman.

I never said that you were free.

I said that you could come

and go as you please.

You're a liar.

You've lied to me and
you've lied to your people.

But you made the mistake
of telling me your secret

about the slaughter of
the families in Wessex.

It's here.

It's all right.
It's all right.

Now, make sure that you disguise
the boats from the Franks.

And take care of Helga. Huh.

Hide yourselves well.

Go on.

Go on.

- Halt, My Lady! Come with us!
- No! Let go!

- Magnus!
- Clear a path!

- Magnus! Wait! Let go of me!
- Make way! Make way!

Magnus! Let go of me!

Magnus!

You must understand that I cannot allow you
to leave. Especially, not with Magnus.

What difference does it make to you?

It makes every difference.

Magnus is the son of Ragnar Lothbrok.

When Ragnar Lothbrok returns to
this island, as well he might,

I want to show him the son that
I have cared for and protected.

You also carry my son's child.

Am I not entitled to show
an interest in his future?

And besides,
where on earth did you intend to go?

I intended to go as far
away from you as possible.

That is not acceptable. You
will stay here and be confined.

I will place guards around the villa.
Do not expect to escape.

- Heave!
- Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Pull!

Heave! Heave!

- Heave!
- Pull!

- Pull there!
- Heave!

- Pull there!
- Pull!

- Pull!
- Pull!

Heave! Heave!

Heave!

- Slow!
- Release!

- Heave!
- Heave!

Pull!

More rope!

Pull!

Good night, sweet Magnus.

My sweet child.

Wait.

You have been forbidden from entering.

- I must see the King.
- It is impossible.

Things could have been so much better.

Things could always be better.

How does it feel to be so close
to death, Mighty King Ecbert?

You know that I will kill you.

One stab, and my unborn child
is the future ruler of Wessex.

Of course you could kill me.

But if you kill me,
my guards will kill you,

with no questions asked.

Do you know what would
have been better for me?

Can you even imagine?

To have been born a man.

Poor Judith.
You have killed twice over.

Look what you have made me become.