Vikings (2013–…): Season 5, Episode 14 - Episode #5.14 - full transcript


People of Kattegat!

We have a great sacrifice.

This is Lagertha.

That's not Lagertha.

That's not Lagertha!

That's not Lagertha!

Hail, Lagertha!

Hail, Ragnar!

Hail, Lagertha!

Take her away.

Take them away.

Hail, Ragnar!

Take them away!

Hail, Ragnar!

Hail, Lagertha!

I know who you are.

Why aren't you
at the ceremony?

All hail Ivar!

She lives!

Hail, Lagertha!

This is the witch who murdered
my mother in cold blood.

This is Lagertha!


Shut your mouth!

A Danish king
handed her over to us.

She was trying to
make a deal with him.

To persuade him to join her

in attacking Kattegat.

- Traitor!
- Traitor, yes!


She would do anything
for power!

Thank the gods, her plans
have all come to nothing.

No, no, no, no...

Her vile reign
and blind ambitions...

- End here.
- No! I'm not Lagertha!

I sacrifice her in the name
of Odin

and in the name
of my fellow gods.

- No!
- I sacrifice her

to cleanse this kingdom
of its evil spirits!

Is she dead?

Here is the blood

of the witch who murdered
our mother.

You know very well
that wasn't Lagertha.

You will drink
to Lagertha's death.

She's not dead.

And you are not a god.

Of course, he is a god.

How dare you say that
I am not a god, huh?

Can't you hear Thor beating
his mighty hammer,

welcoming me into
the Hall of the Aesir?


My brother,

Ivar the god.

Why do you stay here?

Why not leave?

Let's go away together.

Don't you want to?

I want to leave, but I can't.

The gods won't let me.

There is some reason
I have to stay here.

I love my brother Ubbe,

but one day I abandoned him.

I jumped ship and joined Ivar.

I still
don't know why.

But one day I will.

One day,
I will understand.


I can't find her.

I can't find my wife.

- Where is she?
- No, stop.

What have you done with her?

I haven't done
anything with her.

I don't know what's happened
to your wife. Believe me.

You're lying.

You've killed her.

She's carrying my grandchild.

I want her to be alive.

I want to meet my grandchild.

Where is she?

You have to tell me.

Helgi, Helgi.

We don't know.
We've been looking.

Someone knows.

It's impossible to survive
out here.

Nobody chooses
to walk away.

Tell us the truth.

If you killed Thorunn,

you need to tell us
where the body is.

I tell you again.

I don't know
what's happened to her.

I do.

She came to me,
to speak privately.

She said that she was unhappy.

That she did not want to bring

a child
into this terrible world.

And that she would make sure
that it did not happen.

- She wouldn't.
- It's not true.

It's not true.

She would never have...

Hello, Thorunn.

Where have you been?

At the waterfall.

I had a message from Aud.

She wanted to see me.

Was Aud there?

Was someone else there?

Who was it?

Who was waiting for you
at the waterfall?


Helgi's brother?


He told me I was evil.

That I had bewitched
his brother.

And that my child was
an evil spirit

that could not be allowed
onto the earth.

And what did you say?

I told him he was wrong.

That I loved Helgi.

That we loved one another.

And that our child
was innocent.

And then what did he do?

He picked up a sharp stone
that was ready beside him.

And he struck my head
with the stone.

So hard that it split my head
and I fell.

And I knew that I was dead.

He had already prepared
a place for me

and had made a shallow trench.

He laid me
in the shallow trench,

then covered my body
with stones.

Can you tell me
where this trench is?

What else have you
heard of Wessex?

Some interesting rumors.

Such as?

Well, I was told
out of the blue,

the shield-maiden Lagertha
and the two sons of Ragnar,

Bjorn Ironside and Ubbe,

appeared and sought refuge
at the King's villa.

I don't know whether
or not to believe it.

Oh, I can believe it.

We were hunting them.

They escaped.

They had every reason
to come here.

Ancient reasons.

But it's good. It's all good.

Why, good?

I have some unfinished
business with Lagertha.

She killed my wife.

Do you really know,

Jarl Olavson, how it is
to love a woman?

I think so.

Then you don't know.

It's nothing to do
with thinking,

and it's nothing to do
with the heart.

It's in the gut.
It's in the entrails.

No, the trouble is,

the gods seem to have decided

that I should never
be happily married.

One day you will be,
King Harald.

And how would you know?

I feel it in my gut.

In my entrails.

- I have some news.
- Tell us.

A large Viking army
is sailing into Wessex.

From reports I have heard,
the leader of the army

is King Harald Finehair,
who, as you well know,

has visited us before.

I agreed to give you
refuge here,

so long as, in return,

you agreed to fight against
your countrymen.

Now the time has come.

You will work with my brother,

Prince Aethelred,
and Bishop Heahmund,

to devise a strategy
to defeat Finehair's army.

If you refuse

you will be killed.

There will be no future here.

No grant of land.


You must understand,

and I think you do understand,

that I've taken a huge
personal risk to protect you.

So, I pray that none of you
will betray me now.

I will not betray you.

I will fight with you
against King Harald.


You cut your hair.


I wanted to thank you.

And to ask you a favor.

First lesson

is not to be afraid.

So, go and stand by the tree.


What are you going to do?

You asked me to teach you
how to fight.

And I can teach you the ways
in which to fight

with a sword and ax,
or a shield to stay alive.

But if you are afraid,

then you are already dead.

So, go stand by the tree.



Do not be afraid.


The ground here
has been disturbed.


How did you know?


How did you know she was here?

She told me.

Did she also tell you
who killed her?

You must admit your guilt.

I don't admit anything.

There is no proof.

I know who killed her.

Stop it!

Stop it!

How can you quarrel and fight

when she is not properly
prepared for the gods?

Oh, you unnatural parents!

You unnatural brothers
and sisters!

How can you behave this way?

We can't go on.

We have to make a decision.

How did you survive?

My anger
kept me alive.

After Aethelwulf expelled me
from the villa,

I had nothing left but anger.

I said to myself if
there was any way

that I could gain my revenge
on them in the future,

then my life will, after all,
have been worth living.

For a Viking,

revenge is everything.

Isn't it true?

Well, I'm Viking,

just like you.

My father was Ragnar Lothbrok,

the most famous
of all Vikings.

That's all I care about.

What do you think about
King Alfred?

I hate him.

Well, we're going to fight
on his behalf.

You don't have to.

I hear Harald Finehair
is on his way here

with a great army.


Oh, it's you.

I do not want
to disturb you, husband.

No, no, of course.

I was just preoccupied.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps not such
a good husband.

I have nothing
to complain about.

Forgive me, Aethelflaed.

I have some business
to attend to.

When I return,

I shall perform the duties
of a husband.


My Lord Cyneheard.

A Viking army approaches.

We feel the time to act
has come.

Are you sure?

Never more so.

Your brother should never
have been made king.

The decision has placed
our whole realm in jeopardy.

He is a weak
and feeble leader,

in a time of war.

He entrusts a group of pagans
with our defense.

He places his faith
in Bishop Heahmund,

a faithless man.

Prince, we must
seize the time.

If we are too afraid to act,

then shall Wessex perish,

like every other
English kingdom

led by feeble-minded rulers.

But you,

the son

and true heir of Aethelwulf,

we believe we can
place all our trust

and all our faith in you.

What is your plan, my Lord?

We will call a meeting
of the War Council.

The King must attend,
but so too

must Bishop Heahmund

and his pagan friends.

That is the time to strike.

We have enough warriors
committed to our cause

to shut the doors
and kill them all!

And then,

as it always should have been,

you will be anointed
and crowned,

King of Wessex.

King of Kings.

What do you say?

I agree.

Call the Council.

I shall call him Balder,

after Odin's beautiful son.

The fairest and wisest
of all the gods.

The shining one.

I believe he is so strong
he is already moving.

Perhaps, one night,
he will just

crawl out from between
my legs, fully formed.

In that case,

I would like for him to be
walking out, not crawling.

My Lord Ivar!

- My Lord Ivar!
- What?

We caught them. They have been
trying for a while

to raise a rebellion
in the town

against your rule.




Is it true you want to rebel
against me?


I am no ordinary man.

I am no ordinary ruler.

I expect you to rejoice,

for you are
especially privileged,

for you are ruled by a god.

Help him to his feet.

I'll tell you what. I...

I'm a merciful god.

I love my people.

So, if you go
into the marketplace

and cover yourself with ashes,

admitting your faults
and your false beliefs,

and beg my forgiveness,

then I will let you live.


What do you say?


Hang them.

And let their bodies be shown
to the people as a warning.

Hatred must never
take the place of love.

Son of Ragnar.

Why have you sought me out?

I need you to help me.

You have seen the past,
the present

and the future.

What do you want now
that you do not know already?

I have rarely come to see you.

I have tried all my life

not to live by prophecy
but through experience.

Poor you.

Seems to me that we learn
so little from experience.

Still, you... You are wise.

No, I am an old man.

And old men are not wise.

They still wish
that they were young.

And they rage
against their frailties.

And the fading memories.

What am I here for?

You will accomplish
what others before you

failed to accomplish.

But the cost
will be too high.

If I sailed away now,
would it be different?

You can try.

What will I accomplish?

If you choose to sail away,
perhaps nothing.

You are not helping me.

What did you expect?

Everything is becoming darker.

We are all going
into the dark.

I am afraid.

I know that what I do not know

is the only thing
that I really know.

And I am afraid.

I am afraid of going
into the dark.

Are you here?

My love.

So we are going to fight
King Harald

and your own kind.

How do you feel?

King Harald has always been
my enemy.

I thank the Lord God

that you are here beside me,

that we may live
or die together,

miserable sinner that I am.

Are you sure?

Are you not afraid that,

for this love,
your God will forsake you?


I fear the Lord.

But now,

in this moment,

I desire you more.

You are so beautiful.



I would go to hell for you,


Together at the front.

Go wide around the bend.

What can we expect?

They will already know
we are here

and they will possibly try
to block the river.

What is our greatest danger?

When our warriors see that
they are going to fight

against Lagertha,

Bjorn Ironside, and Ubbe,
the sons of Ragnar.

Ask yourself,
how would you feel

if you saw them ranged
against you?

These are legendary heroes.

They're not human.

They're almost gods.

And whatever they say,

our warriors will be
intimidated to face them.

And why not?

Why not?

They are, after all,
only human.

The ax will kill them too.

Do you think fate
has brought us together?


You and I.

I couldn't say.

On the contrary. That is
exactly what you did say.

I don't want to
make a decision.

I don't want to betray anyone.

I just want to find out
what the fates have

in store for me.

But somehow,
it feels right to be here.

It feels...


I know my life
is about to change.

I have decided to lead
the army myself.

I hope you agree.

It means I'll require
your support more than ever.

Of course.

I believe in you.

And I hope you believe in me.

I love you, brother.

And I you.

My Lords,

we are only days away
from the greatest challenge

our kingdom has faced.

We must all act together.

We need one another.

And it is no weakness
to say so.

I have decided to lead you
into battle.

But I know that I have
the support

of my beloved
brother Aethelred,

and of Ubbe, the Christian son
of Ragnar

and of Lagertha and of Bjorn.

We must not be afraid
of our dealings

with these foreigners,

these Vikings.

That's it.
Give that signal.

They are our allies
and our future.

I can't.

Then we are lost.

I want you all to meet
someone special.

This is Magnus.

I recognize that name.

We were told that Ragnar
had fathered a son in Wessex.

And here he is.

Our half-brother.

The son of Ragnar
and Queen Kwenthrith.

Hello, Magnus.

You must be Lagertha.

What a great privilege it is
to meet you at last.

And you must be Ubbe.

In all the years I've had to
hide my identity,

I've heard stories
of Bjorn Ironside

and Queen Lagertha and Ubbe.

Now at last, I have my family.

Now at last,
I belong somewhere.

Magnus believes that Alfred
and his family

have betrayed him

and have betrayed us.

That they had no intention

of granting us the lands
in East Anglia.

And they have
no intention now.

Did you ever meet Ragnar?


When he was imprisoned here,
I met him.

We embraced

and wept.

And he told me

that he loved me as much as
all of his other sons.

He told my mother
that he never had sex

with Queen Kwenthrith.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

What is it that you want
from us, Magnus?

Harald Finehair is coming here
with a great army.

You should join him and
destroy the kingdom of Wessex.

Destroying kingdoms, hmm?

Suddenly you're so important.

I have waited a lifetime.

This? This is the meaning
of my life.


Ragnar also told me

that he never had sex
with Queen Kwenthrith.

That he was wounded
and she pissed on his wound.

And that was all.

Of course he told you that!

He was lying.

I don't understand why you are
all behaving like this!

I think we should take
Magnus's story seriously.

I believe
he is telling the truth.

- I think he is lying!
- Ubbe.


No, I do not believe
that he is my father's son.

I do not believe that
we should betray

Alfred on his word.

That's because Alfred
has corrupted you.


And now you call yourself
a Christian.

So, you are even less
of a brother to me

than Magnus is.

We should stop arguing.

I don't want to argue.

But you don't believe me.

I can see it.

I am sorry.

I just don't believe
your story.

I don't believe him.

But I do.

We have choices to make.

I have made a decision.

Your decisions
are worthless, Floki.

You are not king
of this island!

And I am law-giver!

I said I would make you
law-giver, yes?

If you didn't avenge your son.

But you did.

And now,

with the deaths of Thorunn
and her unborn child,

you have avenged him
three times over.

You like the sound of your own
words, don't you, Floki?

But they always
sound hollow to me.

We always believed in Floki.

It's why we came.

Rafarta, you and your family
have undermined

and destroyed
all of our hopes.

You have destroyed
my life, Father.

Shut up, Helgi.

We hear too much from you.

And you're always weeping,
like a woman.

I have reason to weep.

And if you come
any closer to me

your mother and father
will have reason to weep also.

Floki is right.

He has come to a decision.

We must all respect it.

There is no other way.



and his entire family,

including you, Helgi,

are expelled
from the settlement.

You must leave
and find another place,

far away from here.

You can't expel us, Floki.

Winter is here.

Food is scarce.
We won't survive.

That lies in your hands.

We could fight.

You could.

But you would lose.

So, is this the result, Floki?

Is this the result of your
great dreams,

your precious idealism?


I just want you to leave.

You can't kill me, Eyvind.

No matter how hard you try.

These are days for rejoicing,
Ancient One.

You know that.

Wonderful things
have come to pass.

I know what I know.

You cannot deny my divinity.

You have known about it
all along.

The All-Father's blood runs
in my veins.

The Aesir have welcomed me
into their halls.

You will tell all who ask
of this glad news.

I tell only what I see.

That's all I ask, O Wise One.

Tell them the truth.

You are Ivar the Boneless,
son of Ragnar.

I am the god Ivar.

Oh, all things are dark.

We shall all, all of us,
go into the dark.

Your chariot lies
as broken as your legs.

A snake has settled
in your skull

and your eyes betray you.

Your path is strewn

with garbage and filth.

Oh, the horror,

the horror.