Vikings (2013–…): Season 6, Episode 4 - All the Prisoners - full transcript

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I can't see anyone.

But they can see us.

What do we do now,
Bjorn Ironside?

Two days ago
we were attacked.

We must all prepare
for another attack.

You are my prisoner,
at my mercy!

I'm thinking whether
to have you killed or not.

Hvitserk is a sick man,
and he's a drunk.

My brother Hvitserk
is going to lead

a trade mission
along the Silk Road.



Where's Hvitserk?

I see Thora burned alive.

And everywhere else,
I see Ivar.

We'll have to deal
with my brother.

He is a real threat
to the kingdom.

Brother!

Igor?

Hmm?

We can talk!

Yes. We can talk.

Now we can discuss
serious things.

Important things.

Like what?

Like... What do
the gods look like?



There is only one God
and He looks like Oleg.

Mm-hm.

Do you know
who you are? Hm?

I don't understand.

Everything here.

Everything belongs to you.

In this room?

No, Igor.

In this whole town, Kiev.

And Novgorod too.

And everything
in the whole of Rus.

The land. The sky.

The villages. The town.
The people.

It's all yours.

You make me laugh.

I know it really
belongs to Oleg.

I'm happy that we can talk

because now I can
explain things to you.

I can explain how
you have been betrayed.

Nothing belongs to Oleg.

Oleg is not a God.

Oleg is nothing, but you,

you are everything.

And everything here
belongs to you.

Remember that.

Over here now!

I'd like to change
his bandage.

Help me here.

Cut it off!
Cut it off! Cut it!

We're surrounded.

Let's acquit ourselves well.

I don't intend
to miss out on Valhalla.

Bjorn!

We found him in the camp.

He says he needs
to speak to you.

What is the matter?

Haven't you betrayed us enough?

I have a message
from King Olaf.

He won't attack
if you agree to meet him.

He also said you can
forget about all that,

if you kill me.

Tell King Olaf I agree,

but I too have a condition:

I want to see
with my own eyes

that King Harald
is still alive.

Valhalla can wait.

As you all must know,
there is a group of bandits

who are attacking
the villages around here.

They might attack us,
so we should be prepared.

Some of you
were shield-maidens.

You don't forget
how to fight.

Probably we fought together
before the walls of Paris,

- if you can still remember?
- Of course, Lagertha.

You must still have
your shields

and your weapons
stored somewhere.

Now we all have to fight again.

The women more than the men.

You boys,
you could be look-outs.

You can tell us when
the bandits are around.

And you girls, you look
after the animals. Yes?

Yes, Lagertha.

You men. You are not so old.

You can still be useful,
can't you?

Yes, we can.

I need you to build better
protection for our stores.

Think of our stores
as our gold.

We can't live without it,
so we must defend it with our lives.

Yes. We will.

Also, I want everyone
to go into the woods,

and cut suitable staves
for making bows and arrows.

But do
all these things quickly.

There isn't much time.

Lagertha, it doesn't matter
what we do.

We can't beat the bandits.
You know that.

We will all die.

Yes, we will all die.

But not necessarily
when the bandits attack us.

Yeah, tie it there.

Bring the boy! All the way!

Ah, Bjorn Ironside.

Please, come and sit down.

Make yourself comfortable.

We three are strangely
brought together again.

Fate works in mysterious ways.

The Norns weave it
and so we believe it.

Skol!

Hmm.

Last night I had a dream.

And in that dream,
I was sitting in a room

with King Harald Finehair

and King Bjorn Ironside.

You know, perhaps everything
is a dream.

And we are spirits and will
someday just melt into the air.

Into thin air.

If you care

so little about the real world,

why do you not simply
renounce this kingdom

and go home with your warriors?

Believe me, there is nothing
you can do

that you can make yourself
a popular ruler here.

Nothing!

Hmm.

If nothing is real,

we must still act as if it was.

But the real mystery
is that now,

both of you are my prisoners.

It is true, Bjorn Ironside,
you still have an army,

but your army, I believe,
is not strong enough now

to defeat me.

If our armies
do fight again,

whatever the outcome,

you will be seriously weakened.

In which case,
you will find it hard

to keep hold
of this new kingdom,

as well as your old.

Either way, you won't win.

I will reflect more
on that matter, and, um,

how to resolve our differences.

I am growing tired
of this old way of thinking.

In the meantime,

King Harald, sadly,
must return to your prison,

and you to your camp

where you will
remain surrounded,

but I will arrange
to have food brought to you.

Will the bandits attack soon?

They might not attack at all.

But, in any case,
you mustn't be afraid.

You mustn't be afraid
for two reasons.

Firstly, because we will all
look after you.

And secondly,
because you are Viking,

the son and daughter
of great warriors.

I'm not afraid! If they attack,

I want to make my mother
and father proud of me!

I am proud of you.

And you.

And the next one.

On the second ship!

Yes!
Ready for the wedges now!

- Over here!
- On the cart!

I will bring them!

You are ready?

Hvitserk.

Hvitserk! Get up!

Get up! Please.

Out!

Out! Move!

Hello, Hvitserk.

I wanted to see you.
I have some news for you.

News? What news?

Good news. I want to give you
some responsibility.

I don't think our family has ever
truly recognized your talents.

Really?

Yes, you know very well.

So...

I want you to lead a trade
delegation to the East.

You will travel along
the ancient Silk Road,

making trade deals
and contacts all the way.

I hope you agree
to this, Hvitserk.

I'm trying to help you.

I know. I know.

I'll get better.

I'll get better.

I won't disappoint you.

Believe me.

Thank you.

Thank you, brother.

Now we have time, Ketill.

Time?

Time for you to tell me
what really happened

in Iceland between
Floki and the settlers.

I want the whole story.

The truth.

You know most of it already.

We suffered many early
hardships and difficulties.

There was no food.
Our first crop failed.

There was an evil man
called Eyvind.

He blamed Floki
for every difficulty,

for everything that went wrong.

The rest of us built
a temple to Thor.

Eyvind and his family
burnt it down.

Then his sons...

killed my son Thorgrim...

And my pregnant daughter
Thorunn.

And you retaliated
for their deaths?

No.

No, Floki told us not to.

He said the settlement could not
survive through a cycle of killings.

It's not true.

In the end I killed Eyvind
and all of his family.

After all, I am a Viking.

It was a matter of honor.

Floki was a dreamer.

He would have felt crushed by
the destruction of his dream,

for which you and Eyvind
were responsible!

But still, I can't just accept
that Floki walked away.

Surely someone killed him
and hid the body!

Perhaps
you killed him, Ketill?

No, Bjorn.

Perhaps there was
a confrontation

and you struck him.

No, Bjorn! I had nothing to do
with Floki's disappearance,

I swear to you on my arm-ring.

You better pray
to the gods that

one day Floki returns
to verify your story.

Because up until that day,

you, a man capable of
slaughtering an entire family,

will to me forever stand
accused of his murder!

Each must die someday.

Even you, Bjorn Ironside.

Even you.

Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me out!

Please, please!

Please.

Where is Hvitserk?

Then we'd better go find him.

- Go and find him!
- Yes, Ubbe.

You lazy dogs.

What is this?

Why Hvitserk? Why?

I...

I tried to give you a chance.

I don't think he meant
to disappoint you.

He can't help it.

You will have to leave
without him.

Appoint a leader
among yourselves.

Remember that your mission
is vital to us.

May the gods speed you
along the Silk Road.

No, no.

Ubbe, don't be too hard on him.

I tried, but I can't. I can't.

Can't you see that?

I tried, and I can't.

- I love you, brother.
- And you.

I always have
and I always will.

But you have just betrayed me

for the second time
in your life.

Look at you. Look at you.

Get up!

Stand up!

I'm sorry. Ubbe.

- I'm sorry.
- No. It's too late.

I don't want
to see you anymore.

And I have nothing left
to say to you.

Hvitserk.

Hvitserk!
Hvitserk! Hvitserk! Hvitserk!

Hvitserk!

I'm here, brother!

My dear, sweet Hvitserk!

Is it true that
you jumped ship

not because you loved me,

but because you needed
to be close enough to kill me?

You think
it is your fate.

I know your fate, brother.

Your fate is to be
killed by me.

Please, leave me alone! Please!

No, no, no, no, no.
I will never leave you alone.

You were dreaming.

What is it?

Is it true?

Do I really own all the land
and all the sky?

Yes. It all belongs to you.

And one day, Igor,
you will believe me.

Prince Oleg is asking for you.

You wanted to see me.

Yes.

I wanted to tell you
that I have ordered

the immediate mobilization
of a great army,

and the gathering and
construction of a great fleet,

for the invasion
of Scandinavia.

The time has finally come.

I am very happy to hear that.

You can be very useful to me.

You are a son
of Ragnar Lothbrok.

No one can question
your legitimacy to rule

when I place you
upon the throne.

Oh, so then I will be
your puppet ruler, huh?

Don't mess with me,
Ivar the Boneless.

I'm offering you far more
than you're worth.

You can rule kingdoms.

Who gives a damn
if it's really me

who controls everything?

You will be the king!
You will be famous!

Isn't that what
you Vikings like?

You forget something.

What?

I'm a god.

A descendant of Odin.

You are not a god!

You're not a god,
and my faithless wife

was no saint!
She was a whore!

I told you you can be useful.

That should be enough for you!

But don't ever betray me

or I'll stuff
your boneless body

in the casket with my wife!

I have been sitting here
for many hours.

Or perhaps for many days.

I have been meditating
upon the sagas,

the ancient stories,
the histories of our people.

Thinking especially
about the endless

small-scale wars

between all the many
and various kingdoms

of our beloved Norway.

And it seems to me,
these endless,

fruitless wars
are simply ludicrous,

and do nothing to promote the
general interest of our people.

Forgive me,

but you are as guilty
as any other ruler of

provoking and starting
small-scale wars,

for your own advantage.

Look what you have done here.

You speak the truth.

But sometimes the real truth

is hidden from all of us,

beyond the accidents
of time and place,

and has to be revealed.

And the gods,
in their infinite wisdom,

have revealed it to me.

Well, would it possible
for you to explain

what the gods
have revealed to you?

It is time to give up
the old ways of acting,

the old ways of thinking.

It is time for a rebirth!

For a new beginning.

It is time to elect and anoint

a king for all Norway!

A king who can
unite the people,

to whom the people can
look up to and respect.

And what better man than you,

Bjorn Ironside,

the eldest son of
the great Ragnar Lothbrok,

who now sits
on the right hand of Odin,

in the Halls of the Aesir?

What better king to command

our poor, war-torn,
fractured country?

Of course, all the kings,
queens, Jarls

and petty earls would have
to be summoned

to approve the plan.
But once they do,

I swear to you,

I will relinquish

all my kingdoms, all my power,

to the new savior.

So, go away
and consider my plan.

You are both free to do so.

But don't take long
to consider your verdict.

Oh-so much depends on it.

They're coming!
Get some weapons!

Quickly! Quickly,
everyone arm yourselves!

You know what to do!

Here.

Halt.

Where are they?

Those boys signaled to them.
Maybe they all ran away.

Their store house! Open it!

Shield wall!

The store house! Attack!

Gather in! Gather in!
On me! Gather in!

- Into position!
- Forward! Find cover!

- Shields high!
- Cover! Take cover!

Come on!

Everybody!
Men! Come along!

Gather in!
Gather in!

Shield-maidens, fight!

There is nothing to fear

from either bandits
or death!

Get out now!

Stop the attack! Get out!

Get out now!

Lagertha! Look at me!

Look at me!

Hali! No! Get back!

Get back!

No! Hali!

Hali!

Hello, Lagertha.

Poor Hali.

I don't know if I did enough.

I'm sorry.

You have nothing
to be sorry for.

You have been so brave.

Was I?

I wasn't sure.

Am I dying, Lagertha?

You've been more than brave.

You are dying, Hali,
but the gods are here.

Odin is here.

He saw how brave you were.

I hope so.

I am telling you the truth.
You believe me, don't you?

Odin will take you to Valhalla.

You will be with
all the great warriors

and heroes of our time.

You will be a special person.

You will be special
because your father

is Bjorn Ironside.

And because you have
been so brave.

You will sit in the great Halls
of the Aesir.

Hali?

Dir!

Dir.

I've brought you something.

Ah, we can't have you die now.

No. Not when, someday,

you might get free again.

Free?

I want to be free.

Do you mean it, Ivar, huh?

You know, you used
to call me "the cripple."

God forgive me!

It's my last chance.

I'm sick. Really sick.

I won't last the winter.

I know.

So, what did you mean, huh?

That one day
I might be free, huh?

If you... If you help me,

I can give you
everything you want.

Everything?

Everything and anything!

Riches beyond belief!

And slaves! Women!
Hundreds, thousands of slaves.

Hundreds of women!

Castles everywhere.

I don't care too much
about the castles.

I would just like the chance
to overthrow Prince Oleg.

What is it?

I had a dream.

And in my dream,
I saw a village all ablaze.

I saw women dying.

A young boy pierced
by an arrow.

High up in a tree.

What do you
think it meant?

I don't know.

You must have some idea.

I think it might have been...

It might have been
Lagertha's village.

Lagertha's?

You mean, it was attacked?

You have never been to
Lagertha's village, Gunnhild.

No.

But I had a feeling.

My children are there!

And why did I not see
or feel anything?

I don't know, Torvi.

I feel I should go there
and find out.

You are with child.
Bjorn's child.

It is a long way.

I don't care.

- Then I must go with you.
- No.

No, I need you here.

I will send someone
to discover the truth.

I'm sure it is not
Lagertha's village.

I would have heard.

I'm going.

Believe me,
I would like to go too.

But I cannot leave Kattegat
for everyone's dreams.

I have to be responsible.

I'm trapped here
by responsibility.

And, as my wife,
so are you.

That is how it is.

We mourn our dead,

and honor them,

and pray they will dwell
among the gods

until Ragnarok.

But we the living
must try and ensure that

their deaths were not in vain.

The bandits who attacked us
and killed them

did not get what they wanted.

They did not manage to steal
our grain or our livestock,

which means that
they will come back.

And I think they will
come back soon.

We have a choice.

We can abandon
our village and the dead.

We can abandon our grain
and our livestock

and we can go and hide
in the fields,

and hope the bandits
don't find us.

Or we can stay.

We can send a few messengers
out to villages for help.

And we can prepare
again to fight

and defend what is ours.

I don't want
to leave my brother.

I lost my son.

You can all go if you want,

but I will stay
and defend the dead.

We will all stay.

Does a warrior hide
in the rushes

because he is afraid of dying?

None of us is afraid.

Hali wasn't afraid.

We should all stay and fight.

Hali wasn't afraid.

He died for all of us.

So all of us will stay here.

Even if we have to die
for them.

Gunnhild!

Gunnhild! Wait!

Gunnhild!

I still think
I should come with you.

I'm sure Ubbe is right.

It is not Lagertha's village.

- I just need to...
- Give these to Hali and Asa.

Tell them I love them.

Of course I will.

Now we must go.

Well?

We agree to your plan.

Send word out

to all the kings and Jarls
to gather here.

To elect Bjorn Ironside
King of all Norway!

I already have.